Chapter 137: Chapter 137

What was Weston thinking, saying something so terrible about his own son “I don’t think that’s necessary.” Axel rolled his eyes. T’ll need to stay alive until the day you need a family member to sign you off in the “ospital I know Jonah and Silas wouldn’t be able to do it You’d need me.”

“How dare your Weston shouted. “Why oughta-”

Winston yelled for their butler Clark Anderson, to fetch him a cane. Meanwhile, he removed his leather boots and flung one in Axel’s face.

Jonan and Silas humedy went up to Winston to stop him, Mandy and Colene followed suit. Still, Winston’s temper remained.

All of a sudden a gentle, delicate voice rang out in the hallway.

dinners ready.”

Everyone turned to see who had socken. It was Lyla, still in her apron and a trying pan in hand. Her pale skin glistened with oil and sweat. She looked dazedly at the crowd, having no idea as to what had transpired.

Winston’s stomach growled amidst the silence.

Fine, dinner first teach you a lesson after dinner, you little brat!” He huffed, making his way to the dining room.

Everyone heaved a sigh of relief then followed the old man to the dining room.

“That was a temble thing to joke about Axel Dad can take a joke, but that doesn’t make it okay for you to just say stuff like that,” Jonah said solemnly.

“Who said I was joking? Axel cocked an eyebrow at his brother.

Jonan’s expression immediately darkened. “Axel Whitaker.”

“What? He was the one who said I’d die first. I – Fine, fine! I’ll keep my mouth shut. Stop looking at me like that, or I will get nightmares tonight” Axel shivered, then went to the dining room Only then did Jonah soften once again. He sighed and followed his brother.

“Oh, wow. Jonah could shut him up in seconds with that look.” Silas tried replicating his elder brother’s gaze from earlier, brows pushing together. “I’ll need to practice that. I use it on Axel if he ever tries to mess with me!”

Alyssa scowled. “Stop it. You’re getting cock–eyed.”

Winston was in an especially good mood tonight. He had drunk glass after glass of red wine. No one could stop him.

Everyone tonight could tell Winston was incredibly happy to see Axel home, even though not a word of this was spoken. Winston’s gaze would Enger fondly on him from time to time throughout the evening.

Whenever Avel noticed this, he instantly looked away, making Winston’s heart sink slightly.

Alyssa picked up on this throughout the night. She wasn’t pleased.

She knew Axel still had a grudge against their family and their father for not being able to stay committed to their mother and their mother only.

The Taylor empire spanned the entire nation. Winston’s eight children couldn’t even begin to take all of it it it were distributed equally.

As KS World Hotel’s chairman, Winston had executed several business miracles over the decades, bringing it to where it was today.

A man like him was the center of every woman’s dreams–except that he couldn’t settle down with just one, of course.

No one was perfect.

When Alyssa was younger, she had wept and gotten upset just like Axel did, but she’d since made peace with everything.

It wasn’t something that could be stopped, changed, or removed from existence.

Alyssa wasn’t hoping for Axel to forgive their father, nor would she ever come to his defense. She prayed Avel would find peace and slowy leave his trauma.

When dinner was nearly over, Axel released a big burp. “Damn! That wench’s cooking is really something. I’ve had three plates of food tonight. It looks like I’ll have to work the extra off tomorrow.”

“Stop calling her a wench, Axel Have some pity on her, will you?” Alyssa said, sipping on her red wine.

“Ten years ago, maybe, but not anymore. She’s been at her peak ever since marrying the old man.

Winston Taylor’s fourth wife. How grand. “Axel scoffed.

His tone then took a 180–degree turn, turning cold. “Don’t you think our mother is the one we should feel pity for? Do you think the old man has her on his mind when he’s spending every night with a different woman?”