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Chapter 226:
Thirty minutes later, the meeting room gradually emptied as people rushed to leave, leaving Conroy seated across from Wyatt, his gaze unwavering. Conroy kept silent, but deep down, he understood his time in power had drawn to a close.
Once he finally left the room, Wyatt staggered, his strength faltering. Amelia rushed to support him before he could fall.
Wyatt caught her worried expression and managed a faint laugh. “I’m alright; you don’t need to worry about me p>
Amelia immediately said, “Stop talking. Save your strength. We’re going to the hospital now p>
Exhaustion was etched across Wyatt’s face as they traveled, but even with the color drained from his cheeks, determination shone in his eyes. He leaned his head gently against Amelia’s shoulder and whispered, “You’ve taken on so much. I know how hard you’ve been working recently p>
In response, Amelia stayed silent, squeezing his hand more tightly as reassurance.
Wyatt was now out of danger, needing only proper rest to recover. Learning that, Amelia finally dared to breathe a sigh of relief.
Inside Wyatt’s hospital room, Amelia recounted every detail of the past few days, sharing both the burdens and the victories.
𝘙𝗼ma𝘯𝘤𝗲 a𝗻𝗱 pаsѕ𝗂𝘰𝗻 оո
Three days after Wyatt’s condition had improved, he and Amelia returned together to Hillside Villa.
The very next morning, Davin arrived bearing updates—he had traced the suspicious account just as Amelia requested. Following the account led straight to Rory, exposing him as the mastermind behind Wyatt’s car accident.
Armed with this evidence, Wyatt arranged for the documents to be delivered straight to the Stewart Mansion.
Once the bodyguard left with the package, Amelia turned to Wyatt, curiosity in her eyes. “How do you think your grandfather will deal with Rory p>
“He won’t do much. He’ll just sweep the whole thing under the rug,” Wyatt replied.
The answer left Amelia frowning.
Noticing her reaction, Wyatt reached up and gently smoothed the wrinkle between her brows. “That’s what he’d want to do, but I won’t allow him to do that p>
At home, Kamila seethed with anger. Why couldn’t Wyatt have stayed unconscious just a little longer? They had been so close to victory. Now, Jewell had lost the CEO seat, and the Mills Group contract had landed squarely in Amelia’s lap. The more she thought about it, the more furious she felt.
“Mom, this isn’t the end. We still have more chances p>
Rory’s words, meant to reassure, gradually cooled Kamila’s anger. Just as they were about to discuss their next steps, Jewell walked in.
At the sight of him, Kamila quickly softened her tone. “What brings you home so early p>
“Conroy wants us at the Stewart Mansion p>
“Us? He also wants to see me?” Kamila blinked, surprised to see Jewell actually nod in agreement. Throughout all her years with the family, Conroy had never once gone out of his way to invite her to the Stewart Mansion. Usually, she simply followed behind Jewell, barely being noticed. Under different circumstances, she might have felt pleased by the invitation. Today, however, anxiety gnawed at her instead.
Arriving at the Stewart Mansion, Kamila spotted Wyatt and Amelia already waiting, their calm demeanor offering her a sliver of comfort. Nothing seemed wrong.
The sense of calm Kamila had shattered the instant Rory walked in and Conroy sharply ordered, “Kneel. Now p>
All traces of Rory’s easy smile vanished. “Grandpa, wait, I p>
“Did you not hear me? I told you to get on your knees now p>
Dozens of eyes watched in silence as Rory, reluctant but out of options, knelt. Worry etched itself onto Kamila’s face. She reached for Jewell’s sleeve in panic. Reacting quickly, Jewell tried to intervene, saying, “Dad, what did Rory even do p>
“You will kneel with him!” Conroy interjected.
“Dad p>
The fierce look in Conroy’s eyes silenced Jewell instantly. Only once in his life had his father been this harsh with him, and the memory of it still stung.
“Rory, answer me this instant. Did you tamper with Wyatt’s car?” Conroy said.
That accusation sent a ripple through the room. Rory tried to appear calm while Kamila’s fists tightened at her sides.
“I don’t know what you’re talking about, Grandpa. I—” Rory began.
His words were cut off by the sound of Conroy’s palm connecting with his cheek. Despite his age, Conroy’s slap left a bright red mark on Rory’s face. All around, people reacted in different ways—some shocked, others almost pleased.
Amelia watched, feeling triumphant, remembering how she had uncovered Rory’s visit to the Flynn Group before Ricky’s trip to see Michelle. Wyatt fixed a scornful gaze on Rory.
“Grandpa, you’ve got the wrong idea, I swear p>
Another slap rang out, even harsher than before. “Since you still refuse to admit anything, I will show you proof,” Conroy said.
Just then, the bodyguards dragged someone into the room. It was Rowell.