The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1467:

A painful knot tightened in his throat. The ache ran deep, pulsing beneath his ribs until it crushed the breath from his chest.

He let out a long, broken sigh. The fire that once lit his gaze had long since dimmed. Slowly, he rose to his feet, every movement weighed down by defeat. “There is always a way out,” he muttered, voice low, eyes distant. “But does the Ashton family still have a path to take?”

The silence that followed was heavy, like the hush after a thunderclap. The truth was unavoidable. With Ford Group’s blacklist stamped against them, any business daring to support the Ashton name would be standing against the Ford family. No one would take that risk.

That risk. Every bridge had been burned. Every door bolted shut. This was not just defeat. It was extinction.

With that final thought, Farris grasped his ornate cane and turned slowly to leave.

His steps were uneven, burdened. His back, once proud and unyielding, now hunched under an invisible weight that seemed to age him with every breath.

steps when his

swallowed his

“Dad!”

“Grandpa!”

body trembled faintly, seized by shock. Panic

just long enough to pull out his phone. His fingers moved quickly, dialing

thinned out, its glamour fading into memory. Corrine was preparing to

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fingers between his palms. He pressed her hand gently to his chest, grounding her in the steady

you saying you will not be heading to Celtis Estate