âGrandpa, youâre overthinking this,â Easton said, his tone steady. âWhen my dad signed that agreement giving up everything connected to the Lynch family, he was an adult. Adults have to take responsibility for their choices. He canât just change his mind now that the Lynch familyâs doing well.
Thereâs no such thing as a magic âundoâ button for life, right?â
His words caught the old man off guard; he hadnât expected to be cornered by a teenager.
âI donât know exactly what happened back then, or why my dad signed away his rights and ran off to that little fishing village by the sea. But he made his decision, and he has to live with it. Iâm his son, and I have both the confidence and the means to take care of him. You donât need to worry about his future. Honestly, fretting over this will only hurt Tyrone. Heâs the one who grew up with you, and heâs the one you should be focusing on.â
In Eastonâs eyes, the old manâs worries about Marcus were misplaced. Anyone could see that Tyrone had never accepted Marcus, and Marcus hadnât exactly been a father to him, either. Easton understood why Tyrone rejected Marcusâs return; setting everything else aside, the fact that Marcus had never raised him was reason enough for Tyrone to keep him out of the Lynch family.
It was almost laughable that, after all these years, the old man still didnât see things as clearly as a nineteen-year-old.
âYouâre still young,â the old man sighed. âThere are things you donât understand about Reginaldâs intentions. Itâs not as simple as you think... The story goes back to the Lynch familyâs past...â
What truly worried him wasnât that Tyrone would shut Marcus out after he was goneâthe real issue was that heâd been the only one holding Tyrone back all these years. Tyrone didnât dare move against Marcus while he was still alive.
But once he was goneâif Tyrone inherited the Lynch familyâs power, with his temperament and abilitiesâMarcus would be as good as dead.
âYou donât know Tyrone,â the old man said, his voice hushed as he fixed Easton with a serious gaze. âDid you ever hear how your fatherâs first wifeâ
Tyroneâs birth motherâdied? Tyrone killed her with his own hands. If he could do that to his own mother, what makes you think that, even if you donât compete for the Lynch familyâs fortune, heâll show you any mercy once Iâm gone?â
Easton stared at him, frozen in shock, searching the old manâs face for answers.
Tyrone... killed his own mother?
âI... I donât understand,â Easton stammered, his voice trembling.
He needed to know the truth.
...
Just outside the door, Tyrone stood rigid, his knuckles white as his hands clenched so tightly that veins bulged beneath his skin. His gaze grew colder and darker with every word he overheard.
Heâd originally been willing to turn a blind eye to Marcus hiding from the Lynch family. But if the old man was this guarded against him... then heâd have no reason to hold back.
His palm split open under the pressure of his own grip, fresh blood seeping out and streaking down his fingers.
When the butler rushed over after hearing the commotion, Tyrone hadnât gone into the study. Instead, he turned and walked away.
A trail of blood drops marked his path across the floor.
The butler sighed softly, shaking his head in sorrow.
Heâd hoped Tyroneâs return today meant there was still some family bond left in him, but now... who could say?
...
At the hotel.
Alicia was exhausted, drifting in and out of a heavy sleep for ages.
When she finally woke, Tyrone was gone.
Panic fluttered in her chest as she sat up and slipped out of bed, ready to go search for him.
Just then, the door opened, and Tyrone returned.
He looked utterly drainedâworn, defeated.
Dusk had fallen, and the room was still cloaked in shadow.
Alicia stood barefoot on the carpet, watching as Tyrone leaned against the doorframe, seeming barely able to hold himself upright.
He tugged at his already loosened tie, his eyes rimmed with red.
Aliciaâs heart ached at the sight. She ran over and wrapped her arms around him. âWhere did you go? I had a nightmare...â
In her dream, sheâd seen the end of their marriageâsheâd lost Tyrone forever.
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