Chapter 271
Elliot tossed out a line with a weight that would sink any ship, “Other families hope for their descendants to thrive, but you? You’re just hoping for your own good. Having you in the Bradford family is like hitting the jackpot in reverse. A triple dose of bad luck p>
“You… you… you… Insolent child! Scoundrel! Cough cough cough p>
Gideon was so worked up that he started coughing violently, and then he collapsed.
Thankfully, his confidant was quick on his feet and caught him before he hit the ground.
He then immediately performed CPR and managed to shove several aspirin down Gideon’s throat, which somehow brought him back from the brink. Gideon, weak and wheezing, glared at Elijah, gasping for air.
Allegra took this chance to stir the pot, “Dad! Now do you see? So much for ‘the only heir’! He’s nothing! He doesn’t deserve to be the Bradford family’s heir! Scratch his name from the will! The Bradford family would rather end with us than have someone like him as an heir p>
“Shut your mouth!” Gideon roared.
Even though Elijah was disrespectful and had exposed his old secrets, making him furious, he was speaking the truth.
Without Elijah, the Bradford family would instantly dive into a civil war for power, with every branch of the family pushing their own candidate for the throne!
At that point, Gideon would have no chance of coming out on top!
No one would listen to him! His standing and influence within the Bradford family would plummet even further!
Right now, they were all playing nice with him because they were wary of Tarquin and wanted him to take the lead in the fight against Tarquin, so they were all ears.
But if Elijah were gone, it would be total chaos!
“Bad as he may be, he’s the only bloodline the Bradford family has! It’s been a tradition for generations that only one son can be the heir. Everyone else, don’t even think about it p>
“Dad, you’re not thinking clearly p>
“Indeed, he has really gotten old. Can’t he see the times have changed? Why hang onto this nonsense? Our kids also carry the Bradford blood.” The Bradfords were all talking over each other, making a racket, while Elliot stood off to the side, his eyes narrowing slightly.
A tradition of passing down with only one son through generations?
Then what were he and Evan?
Was Tarquin not their real father?
Elliot looked puzzled, turning to Tarquin.
Tarquin, observing the commotion with a cold gaze, felt Elliot’s eyes on him and turned to meet his son’s gaze.
They looked at each other, their expressions and thoughts worlds apart.
Elliot was questioning whether Tarquin was his biological father.
Tarquin, on the other hand, wondered if his son, Elijah, was having an identity crisis?
Elijah’s words and behavior today were totally out of character for him!
Even if Elysia had convinced him to participate in the family’s memorial ceremony, the most he would do is go through the motions. He certainly wouldn’t be verbally sparring with the Bradford family. He would just be angry and throw a tantrum!
But Elijah’s words today? Not even a well-adjusted child could have pulled that off!
After a moment of contemplation, Tarquin sighed, “Let’s go pay our respects to your grandpa first p>
“Okay p>
Elliot didn’t argue and followed Tarquin to the family gravestone to light a candle in honor of Killian Bradford.
Just as they finished, something stirred in Elliot’s sleeve. He quickly glanced down to find White coiling tightly around his arm, its head peeking out and its forked tongue tasting the air, eyes locked on a distant hilltop.
Following its gaze, Elliot spotted a lone wolf.
And then another, and another p>
Soon, a whole pack of wolves appeared in his sight.
The alpha wolf locked eyes with Elliot, spotting its target, and led the charge.
Elliot’s brow furrowed. It was on.