The Million-Dollar Heart by Rebecca Ryan

Hunter glared with bloodshot eyes, his voice thick with disdain. "You ungrateful brat, daring to tear apart the Wright family over such trivial matters. You're doomed to a life of failure."

Colin was immune to these barbs by now. He turned, walking over to a corner where he picked up a small wooden box.

"Grandpa, do you remember who this belongs to?"

Hunter's brow furrowed in irritation. "You..."

A cold smirk played on Colin's lips. "Mom wanted nothing more than to see her child one last time before she died. But what did you do? You took Winston away and left her to fend for herself, dying in despair." He would never forget the sight of his own mother, tormented to death.

"If it wasn't for Winston, I'd have left her long ago."

Hunter felt no remorse. He desired an heir who would bend to his will.

"A woman's death is of no consequence."

Darkness clouded Colin's eyes, his gaze turning icy. "In the Wright family, you've loomed over us like a demon, giving us no room to breathe." "Today, it all ends."

Hunter's heart skipped a beat. "Colin, what are you planning?"

Vivienne and Percival exchanged glances, about to intervene when her phone suddenly lit up. She stood, announcing, "Winston's in danger!"

At the mention of Winston, Colin froze. "What's happened to Winston?"

Vivienne glanced at him. "If you don't want anything to happen to Winston, put down what you're holding and come with us."

Observing the moving cursor on her phone, Vivienne signaled for Draven, who had been keeping watch nearby, to show himself. They needed more hands to search the Wright mansion for Winston. Draven quickly joined them, whispering something to Vivienne, who nodded in understanding.

The cursor finally halted at a specific location, which Vivienne showed to Colin.

Colin's expression darkened, and he took the lead. "I know who has taken Winston."

Vivienne gestured to Draven. "Keep an eye on the secret room. Wait for us to return."

man like Hunter wouldn't be easily fooled by Abigail, nor easily manipulated

powers were gone didn't mean he was defeated. After years of navigating the world,

beside him, both suspended by a rope above the fifth floor. Seeing the group arrive,

long? Robbie's gone mad; he's

Robbie, who had positioned a knife on the

Colin, "At the brink of

are you

frowned. "Robbie, what

laugh colder with each word. "You should be asking

want to die, no one's stopping you. But if you plan to level the Wright family with

know what you're talking

expression turned icy. "You've rigged the Wright mansion with bombs, planning your own grave. Your life is worthless

companies combined. You think I'd let you destroy it? Whatever you plan for Grandfather doesn't concern me. But if you intend to drag this house down

destroy the Wright mansion? I thought we were only

bear the consequences

reason to intervene unless Winston was involved. After all,

the rest, she couldn't care

remained silent, Robbie's smirk grew. "Oh, and about Winston's true heritage, after you mentioned it that night, I did some digging. You'd be surprised

indignant response, "What nonsense are you spouting? Our mother died years ago; how

widened. "It seems Colin doesn't quite regard

me? Ask

Colin in shock. "Bro, say something. How could Winston possibly be Mom's child? She's been gone for years. He's just some orphan

"Shut up!"

slandered, "Winston is my mother's son, I won't let you talk about him

it

of fury in

Colin and yelled, "He's

son, your brother,