Easton frowned, falling silent.
The butler raised his hand in a silent gesture, signaling Easton to follow him.
âMr. Marcus, you and your wife must be exhausted. Why donât you take a seat over there and rest for a while?â Marcus and Valery started to follow Easton, but the butler politely blocked their way.
It was obviousâthe old man wanted to see Easton alone.
Valeryâs anxiety showed on her face. She worried about Eastonâs stubborn streak. Please, she thought, donât let him turn down whatever the old man is offering.
âEaston, if you wonât do it for yourself, at least think of your father and me,â Valery urged, her voice tight with concern.
Easton didnât respond. He simply walked into the study.
Outside, Valery and Marcus waited nervously, both fearing Easton would refuse everything.
âDonât fret,â Marcus murmured, trying to reassure her as he settled onto a bench in the garden, picking at a platter of fruit the housekeeper had brought out. âIf Nicole agrees to marry Easton, then whether he wants anything from the family or not will be his choice.â
âYoung master...â
At the door, the butler and staff exchanged uneasy glances as Tyrone strode in. They hesitatedâunsure whether to stop him or let him pass.
Why did young master Tyrone have to show up right now?
âYoung master...â the butler called anxiously, rushing out to intercept him. âYour grandfather isnât feeling well. Please, donât upset him today.â
Tyrone glanced toward Marcus and Valery sitting in the courtyard, a cold smile on his lips. âIs Grandpa really unwell? Or did he just find himself a new heir?â
The butler drew a shaky breath, lowering his voice. âMaster Tyrone... Easton is still a Lynch by blood. Letting him wander out there on his own just isnât right...â
âFine. Then letâs make it clear today: if Easton is written into the Lynch family register, Iâll cut all ties with the Lynches. From now on, Iâll have nothing more to do with this family.â Tyroneâs voice was low and resolute, the words final.
The butler, alarmed, clamped a hand over Tyroneâs mouth. âYoung master! Donât say things like that! This is your birthright. Why shouldnât you fight for it? Even splitting things up is better than handing it all over for nothing.â
His hands trembled in agitation.
Tyroneâs eyes reddened, more from anger than anything else.
He just couldnât accept itâhow little family seemed to mean.
Even back when his mother had nearly lost her life and Marcus had turned his back on them, Tyrone had never felt this hopeless about family ties...
âMove aside!â Tyroneâs tone left no room for argument.
If Easton wanted into the Lynch family, fineâTyrone would walk away from the family business on the spot. Easton was still just a college student; he knew nothing about running a company, and even if he learned, itâd be at least four years before he was ready. In those four years, Lynch Corporation could fend for itself. Without Tyrone at the helm, with only those useless Lynch cousins left, the company would never survive until Eastonâs graduation.
Inside the study.
The old man watched Easton enter, a smile deepening in his eyes.
A young man in his primeânineteen, full of energy and strength, bearing a striking resemblance to Tyrone. There was the same stubborn determination in his gaze, the same refusal to back down.
Looking at Easton, the old man was reminded of Tyrone, years ago, when heâd stormed back to Grandcrest City in a fit of anger.
Tyrone had once been just like this.
âGrandpa, I donât know exactly what happened between my father and the Lynch family all those years ago. My father cut ties with you, and I have no right to come back and ask for anything from the family. My dad only asked me to check on you because of your health. But if you want me to return and fight Tyrone for the inheritance, Iâm not interested.â Easton spoke plainly, getting straight to the point before the old man could say a word.
âYou and Tyrone... you are brothers, flesh and blood. It shouldnât be like this...â The old man stared for a long time, clearly surprised by Eastonâs resolve. He sighed, falling silent for a moment before speaking again. âBut if you wonât think of yourself, at least consider your father.â
Outside the study, Tyrone reached for the door, just in time to overhear Eastonâs words.
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