Chapter 392
Chapter 392:
Alden, ever composed, answered with quiet steadiness, “There’s roughly a sixty percent chance it’ll work.” Not exactly comforting odds.
Dorian wished he could be there for him, but his position in the family business had become too central—leaving just wasn’t an option. Now that Alden and Helena had smoothed things over—and knowing full well how steady and capable she was—Dorian felt certain she’d look after him well.
Reassured as a friend, he let the subject drop without prying.
But just then, Alden reached into his coat and laid a folded document across the bar.
Dorian’s gaze caught on the bolded header, “Last Will and Testament p>
His expression darkened, brows knitting deeper.
“You p>
He opened his mouth to speak, but Alden cut in with quiet composure. “Xavier, you’re the one I trust more than anyone. I’m handing this will over to you. If something happens to me, I need you to follow it through—exactly as written p>
Then his gaze shifted to Dorian. “You’ve always been my closest friend. I brought Xavier tonight because I want you here as a witness p>
It was a clear signal—Alden wanted the will doubly safeguarded.
Xavier had known about the will beforehand, so he showed no reaction. He simply nodded and gave his word to honor Alden’s “final wishes p>
Dorian hadn’t expected that and hastily flipped through the pages, his eyes barely keeping up. When he finished, his eyebrows shot up. “Seriously? Since when were you such a die-hard romantic, Alden? You’re leaving every last thing to Helena if something happens to you p>
He let out a low whistle and fixed his gaze on Alden, pausing between each word. “She’s already the Harrison family’s heiress. If she ends up with your entire estate too, she’ll be the most sought-after woman in all of Cheson p>
Dorian gave a dry chuckle. “Think about all the guys that will be chasing her p>
His comment might’ve sounded a little quirky, but it wasn’t wrong.
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Alden, however, didn’t so much as flinch. His face stayed solemn as he replied quietly, “Helena might be the Harrison family’s heiress, but I know she has no intention of leaning on them. That’s exactly why everything I have needs to go to her—so she’ll have the strength to stand on her own p>
“You… seriously are beyond saving p>
A teasing grin tugged at Dorian’s lips as he gave Alden a playful nudge. There was no filter between them anymore; years of friendship had made room for brutal honesty and effortless banter.
Alden just laughed and retorted, “If you were in my place and thought your time might be running out, wouldn’t you leave everything to Valeria too p>
Dorian opened his mouth to argue, but no words came out. Sharing a look of reluctant understanding, both men exchanged quiet smiles—foolish, yes, but full of heart.
Once they went their separate ways, a heavy silence settled over Dorian’s chest like a weight he couldn’t shake.