Chapter 969
Elysia eyed Verity with a mix of suspicion and concern etched across her face.
How on earth did she come across such vital information?
All these years, Tarquin had been on a relentless hunt for the murderer, without a single clue in sight. How could Verity possibly know anything? “Who’s the killer?” she finally asked.
Verity replied, “I’ll only tell you if you agree to my request first p>
Elysia frowned, “Alright, let’s hear your request then p>
Tears instantly welled up in Verity’s eyes. She stared at Elysia for a few seconds before suddenly dropping to her knees with a thud!
Elysia jumped, startled. “What are you doing? Get up, right now p>
But Verity remained on the floor, her voice breaking as she pleaded,
“Elysia, please, you have to save my son! I wouldn’t have come to you if I had any other choice… Please p>
Elysia was shocked. Verity had a son?
Wasn’t it common knowledge that she only had a daughter studying abroad p>
“You… Get up first,” Elysia insisted.
But Verity shook her head, refusing to rise.
“Elysia, you’re the only one who can save him now. Tarquin has a soft spot for you; he listens to you. If you could just plead on my son’s behalf, I’m sure he would spare him.
Elysia, as a mother, you must understand the love a mother holds for her son. I’d do anything for his well-being!
Please, I’m begging you… Help save my son, please p>
Elysia, utterly confused by the sudden involvement of Tarquin, forcibly helped Verity up from the ground and seated her on a bench in the hallway. She rummaged through her bag for some tissues and handed them to Verity, then fetched her a cup of lukewarm water.
“Calm down and take your time to explain,” Elysia urged.
Verity wiped her tears, took the cup but didn’t drink. After a few sniffles, she began,
“The Bradfords have always been a tight-knit clan, with a tradition that the direct daughters of the family don’t marry out. Their husbands join our family instead, and any children bear the Bradford name.
By the age-old rules passed down through generations, our children are only entitled to a small portion of the Bradford estate, with no rights to the family’s inheritance.
My father had Kendrick and us sisters, but only Kendrick and his descendants were eligible for the inheritance.
However, should anything happen to Kendrick’s line, our sons could then vie for the inheritance.
That’s why everyone’s been secretly hoping for something to happen to Tarquin and Elijah; it would open up an opportunity for the rest to claim the Bradford Group.
But I never shared that sentiment. The Bradford family is like a den of wolves; what good is inheriting the Bradford Group if it doesn’t bring happiness?
I never wanted my son to inherit the family’s troubles. I hid him away out of love, hoping he could grow up healthy and happy.
But I never imagined that his foster parents, upon learning of his heritage, would encourage him to come back and fight Tarquin for the inheritance!
I know what Tarquin is capable of. It would be as easy for him to eliminate my son as it is to crush an ant!
I’ve tried reasoning with my son, but he wouldn’t listen. He didn’t grow up with me, so we’re not close.
He’s determined to come back and fight for the inheritance, leaving me no choice but to find another way to protect him.
Elysia, could you promise me that if he ever returns and causes trouble, you’ll convince Tarquin to spare his life?” Elysia was silent.
Family drama in wealthy families was indeed complicated.
“Though Tarquin can be hot-tempered, he wouldn’t commit a grave injustice. If you want to secure a future for your son, he needs to avoid digging his own grave. There’s only so much anyone can do if he insists on courting disaster p>
Verity’s eyes were red-rimmed with emotion.
“I’ll keep an eye on him, making sure he doesn’t take a fatal path. As long as Tarquin is willing to show mercy, I’m certain he can survive p>