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Chapter 317:
In the hushed stillness of a late night, the Williamson estate stood cloaked in shadow.
Luka Harris, the loyal butler who had served the family for decades, blocked Denny. “Mr. Williamson, your grandfather is asleep. Whatever weighs upon your heart might best await the morrow’s light p>
Denny’s gaze, cold as winter frost, met Luka’s. “My words concern my elder brother’s lineage. Are you certain you wish to stop me, Luka p>
At that, Luka’s stoic mask wavered, a shadow of unease crossing his features. A steadfast servant to the Williamson family, Luka was revered by the younger generation.
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But at that moment, Denny found the look in Luka’s eyes painfully ironic. Everyone seemed to know about the scandal except him — the one left completely in the dark.
Moments later, Denny stepped into Eaton’s study.
Eaton regarded the tall, elegant young man with a tangled mix of pride and regret. He knew Denny’s brilliance and the trials he had endured, yet his heart had always favored his son.
He had never foreseen that Denny would unravel the truth of Terrell’s parentage. Though he understood Denny’s purpose for this visit, Eaton’s tone remained cool. “What brings you here at so late an hour p>
From childhood, Eaton’s aloofness had pierced Denny’s heart. It had pained him when he was a boy, but now, it seemed almost laughable.
A wry, mocking smile curved Denny’s lips as he settled across from Eaton, pouring a cup of coffee and sliding it toward his grandfather with measured grace.
“I want control of the Williamson Group,” Denny declared, his voice resolute yet composed.
Eaton’s eyes lingered on the coffee, his response measured. “And what if I decline p>
“Grandpa, you know I am the one to lead this family forward. With me at the helm of the Williamson Group, our family could eclipse the Chadwick family. For our family’s future, you p>
“Denny, how dare you talk to Grandpa with that attitude p>
The door swung open, halting Denny’s words. Terrell, with his refined features and polished charm, strode in, his expression brimming with reproach.
In the Williamson household, no one could enter Eaton’s study without permission except Terrell.
In Hans, the eldest grandson of the Williamson family was hailed as courteous and refined, but Denny could see through his brother’s polished veneer to the hypocrisy beneath.
Even now, Denny vividly recalled the beating he had endured at the age of ten, all because of Terrell.
That year, during Eaton’s sixtieth birthday celebration, someone presented him with an ancient painting. Driven by curiosity, Terrell secretly unrolled the scroll, but in the process, he accidentally tore it.
Eaton had always shown a soft spot for Terrell. Had Terrell confessed the truth, Eaton would surely have forgiven him without punishment.