Chapter 835

Domenic raised his eyebrows.

“You’re not completely clueless.

You figured it out? Uncle Rupert is the sneakiest and trickiest of them all.

You guys should be in this together, but he’s always had his eyes on controlling the Walsh Group by himself.

He’s just using me to push you guys out.

Even if I hadn’t come up with this plan, he wouldn’t let you off the hook easily, would he?”

Herbert’s eyes blazed with anger, and hatred surged within him uncontrollably.

With a snort, he glared at Domenic and spat out maliciously, “You don’t need to stir up trouble here anymore.

Plotting against your own family shows what kind of person you are.

”

Despite his words, Herbert’s mental defenses crumbled.

He was defeated.

Now, he had to choose between siding with Domenic or Rupert.

Herbert was well aware of Rupert’s deceptive appearance.

Although he seemed gentle, Rupert harbored the most deceitful and cruel intentions.

Rupert didn’t even flinch when he killed his older brother, let alone deal with Herbert.

Herbert wrestled with his emotions while Domenic remained calm, simply observing him in silence.

“Are you saying you’ll spare me if I follow your orders?” Herbert asked, looking up.

Domenic shrugged casually.

“If you don’t, you’ll end up like Uncle Kent.

”

Herbert gulped nervously.

He had no other option.

Domenic could easily dispose of him without anyone noticing.

If Domenic wanted him dead, there was no need to go through so much trouble.

“Fine, I’ll talk.

You probably should’ve figured out who was behind your parents’ death.

It’s your Uncle Rupert.

He’s the one who orchestrated everything, stirring us up and arranging to sabotage your father’s car.

And he’s the one who ordered to scatter your mother’s ashes later on.

”

Domenic’s eyes flashed dangerously, a crimson hue staining the whites, a silent alarm that made Arturo instinctively recoil.

Though Domenic had pieced together much of the story, the unveiled truth intensified his anger, waves upon waves crashing within.

Rupert’s betrayal was stark-to take the life of his own kin, to target Domenic’s innocent mother caught in the wealthy’s crossfire-it was unthinkable.

Not content with just her death, Rupert went further, desecrating her remains.

Such cruelty tightened Domenic’s hands, his knuckles whitening from the strain.

Herbert’s resolve faltered under the intensity of Domenic’s glare.

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“Back then, after your father passed, you were taken to your grandpa’s house.

From the moment you arrived, Rupert would fill our heads with notions, urging us to eliminate you as we had your parents.

He warned of endless complications should you remain.

”

Recalling the shadowed past, Herbert’s voice carried a weight of regret.

“We exploited your grandpa’s frailty, trapping you in the cellar,” Herbert confessed, his tone somber.

“Rupert convinced us to claim innocence if questioned, suggesting you’d wandered in there without knowing any better.

To the world, you were lost to us, leaving us free to end your life in secret.

”

That memory, raw and tender, lingered in Domenic’s soul.

His gaze grew distant with the retelling.

The cold, suffocating dark of the cellar where he had spent that endless night threatened to swallow him whole once more.

The oxygen scarce, his young self had taken shallow breaths, bracing for a quiet end as the air thinned to nothing.

Back then, his mind, still childlike, grappled with the stark contrast between the daytime warmth of his uncles’ smiles and the night’s chilling betrayal, unable to comprehend their cruel turnaround.

Kent’s words had echoed hollowly.

“Will the butler hear him with those screams?”

Silence soon enveloped Domenic, and with it, a piercing chill and suffocating darkness.

Ten days and nights had passed in an agony that brought him to death’s threshold.

In that black void, time had slipped from his grasp, yet his will clung tenaciously to life.

He found solace in the damp walls, his tongue seeking moisture from a crack-his lips chapped, on the brink of no return.

Curled in the cellar’s embrace, his voice raspy from cries, he felt the chill of death creep over his weakening body.

Breath became a luxury, tears refused to fall, and he yearned for the embrace of his lost family.