The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Arthur glanced at Dracon, breaking the silence, “How have you been holding up these past few years?”

Yorick scoffed dismissively. “How do you think? The guy’s been loafing around, never lifting a finger to do anything worthwhile.”

Yorick couldn’t help but compare him to his other sons, each carving out their own unique achievements in their chosen fields.

Dracon, meanwhile, remained at home, not even managing to take proper care of the family estate, the Linklater Mansion. His schemes were as transparent as they were numerous.

Just the other week, when Yorick had been poisoned, the investigation had been halted midway. The lack of inquiry didn’t mean Dracon was innocent.

But Yorick had stopped digging to protect Dracon. He knew that if the truth of the poisoning reached Arthur, with his fiery temper, Dracon’s days would be numbered.

Yorick, a man of integrity, would have made the same decision as Arthur in the past. But years had passed, Arthur and Hector had been away, and only Dracon had stayed by his side. Despite Dracon’s failings, he had taken decent care of him.

As he grew old, Yorick longed for family harmony over the anguish of a father burying his son. And so, he had covered for Dracon.

But…

Yorick’s eyes involuntarily drifted to Arthur.

Arthur’s return could only mean he was here for this very reason. If he decided to investigate, no cover-up would suffice.

The thought alone gave Yorick a headache.

Dracon had wanted to speak up, but hearing such a harsh critique from his father, he sulked into silence.

Arthur’s eagle-eyed gaze settled on Dracon for a few seconds before he spoke, “Dad, we all have our paths to maturity. Wasn’t I the same clueless kid once upon a time?”

had never been one to defend Dracon. He was

it be

Impossible!

news traveled slowly. Even if Arthur had wanted to investigate something, it would take days, and there

it under wraps from the start. Even if Arthur wanted to pry, it would take

must be fishing

look, signaling

elaborate, Arthur spoke again, “Dracon,

in disbelief. Was this really his big brother speaking? Was he

gaze briefly skimmed over him. “What’s wrong? You think I’m

all wrong. I’m just not used to you being so… nice. And I didn’t take Dad’s words

smile. “Back in the day, the battlefield hardened me. Now that I’m home for

“You’re staying for good? You’re leaving the

not leaving? What would become of his

and Hector were

“Is this your choice or an order from

well—war was his home. Unless it was a direct order, Arthur would

still reeling from shock, managed a smile. “Arthur coming home is good news. I’ve been thinking of settling down, too. It’s about time we brothers spent some quality time together

then addressed Yorick, “It’s my decision,

had felt at Arthur’s return was

stir trouble in the

fit. Arthur patted his back, asking casually as

of Yorick’s poisoning, so he played the

it when Dracon burst out, “It’s all because of Percival and that Vivienne.

haven’t we already settled this? Why are you