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Chapter 592
Chapter 592:
A laugh. Cold, shrill, and utterly devoid of humor — the laugh of someone confronting an absurdity so vast it has looped back around to something nearly unbearable.
She raised a trembling finger and pointed it directly at his face.
“You absolute fool,” she said, her voice shaking with a fury she didn’t bother to contain. “You are a puppet. A brainless, grief-blinded puppet being manipulated by a dead man’s ghost p>
Cole flinched as though the words were physical.
“Alycia Beasley?” Eleanor’s voice dropped into pure contempt. “That greedy, shallow, parasitic woman? You genuinely believed that Caleb — my Caleb, who had the sharpest instincts in this entire family — fell in love with someone like that p>
She leaned forward, her eyes burning.
𝗟𝗮𝘁𝗲𝘀𝘁 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗼𝗻
“You let your survivor’s guilt consume your judgment,” she said, dissecting him with ruthless precision. “You manufactured a false sense of duty so you would never have to face your own grief. And while you hid behind it, you destroyed the only woman who actually had the strength and the character to stand beside you p>
Cole had no defense left. He squeezed his eyes shut. The tears came anyway, tracking silently down his face.
Eleanor took a slow, deliberate breath and forced her heart rate down. She needed to be the matriarch now.
Her voice solidified into something immovable.
“This ends tonight,” she said. It was not a suggestion. “You will shut down this market war immediately. You will sever every financial and legal connection to the Beasley family — I don’t care how you do it, bury them in litigation or pay them off — but I want them completely removed from our lives p>
She paused, letting the silence do its work.
“And then,” Eleanor said, her eyes narrowing, “you will go to June. You will crawl over broken glass on your hands and knees if you have to. You will beg for her forgiveness, and you will bring her back to this family.” She held his gaze without flinching. “If you fail, Cole, I will personally strip you of the title of CEO. You will be dead to this family p>
Cole opened his eyes.
The despair was gone. The tears had stopped. What had replaced them was something entirely different — cold, focused, and absolute.
He turned to face his grandmother and offered a single, stiff bow.
“I will handle Alycia before sunrise,” he said. His voice had no tremor left in it. It was as cold and sharp as a blade. “And I will get my wife back. Whatever it takes p>
He turned and walked out of the room. His footsteps struck the hallway floor with a deliberate, measured weight, fading down the corridor.
Eleanor watched the door close. She sank back against the pillows and shut her eyes, addressing a God she hadn’t spoken to in some time, and asking, quietly, that he hadn’t already run out of time.
Morning sunlight came through the horizontal blinds of June’s private laboratory at Apex Bio’s Midtown headquarters in long, clean bars of light.