Chapter 450

Chapter 450:

He crossed to the living room coffee table and slammed the crumpled newspaper down hard. The front-page photo was glaring: Isolde and Arland in a car, leaning toward each other — the angle making it look like an intimate exchange, though they had been reviewing code on a tablet.

Grayson pointed at the photo, his voice tight with suppressed rage. “Emotional affair? When did this start between you and Arland? Do you really think I’d buy such a weak excuse p>

Isolde felt nothing but absurdity. Her eyes went cold with disdain. “We were discussing work, going over project code,” she said, stepping back to put space between them. “Grayson, is this all your petty, twisted mind can think of p>

Grayson stepped forward sharply, closing the distance. “Work? In a car, in the middle of the night? Isolde, you can test my patience, but don’t treat me like a complete fool.” His voice rose, burning with jealousy. “Is this why you refused to let me acquire Carson Dynamics, no matter what? For Arland? For this outsider p>

Isolde backed away until her shoulders struck the entryway cabinet. She steadied herself, her voice firm and icy. “This is my private life, and it is none of your concern. Grayson, we are divorced. You have no right to question anything about how I live p>

That sentence pushed him over the edge. He reached out and grabbed her wrist, his grip so tight she felt the bones compress, his eyes wild and possessive. “As long as Effie calls me Dad, we will always be connected. You will never escape that p>

Isolde went pale with pain. She struggled violently, yanking her wrist free, her voice shaking with fury. “Let go! You’re hurting me! Grayson, you are out of your mind p>

Grayson stood there, chest heaving, completely out of control. Wild jealousy churned in his eyes — he didn’t even realize his rage had long surpassed any concern for family interests, twisting into something obsessive and possessive entirely.

𝘉𝘦 pа𝘳𝗍 𝘰𝘧 𝗼𝘶𝗋 сom𝗺𝘂𝘯𝗶𝘁у 𝗼𝗻

“Belle poaching your engineers is business competition,” he said, his voice rough and fierce. “I can overlook that. But if you are betraying the family’s interests for another man, dragging the Lancaster name through the mud, I will not let you get away with it p>

Isolde laughed — a hollow, bitter sound. She stared straight into his eyes. “Family interests? When you brought your illegitimate son Kaiden into this house, flaunting him in front of us — did you care about family interests then? Did you care about what Effie and I felt p>

Grayson froze. The anger drained from his face, replaced by guilt. His voice weakened. “I told you before, Kaiden’s situation is complicated. It’s not what you think. You don’t know the whole story p>

Isolde had no desire to argue further. She pointed at the door, her tone final. “Get out. Before I call security. Don’t come near me or Effie again p>

Grayson drew a long breath, forcing himself to calm down, his face still stormy. “I’ll have the PR team take that article down immediately, wipe it from the internet,” he said stiffly. “But this isn’t for you — it’s to protect the Lancaster reputation p>