Chapter 303 of 391

Chapter 303

When Tyrone was a child, he didn’t hate his mother. In fact, he almost pitied her. He never called her “Mom,” but he never wished her harm, either.

No matter how many times she hurt him, he simply told himself to endure it a little longer—that things would get better once he grew up.

But the abuse only escalated.

Whenever Marcus stayed out all night, she’d record videos of herself hurting Tyrone and send them to him.

When Marcus was out carousing with other women, she’d force Tyrone to kneel in the living room for hours.

More than once, if Grandfather hadn’t arrived just in time, Tyrone might not have survived.

Grandfather wanted to take Tyrone away, but his mother refused.

“If everyone in this family is crazy,” she said, “then Tyrone has to be crazy too. He has to suffer like the rest of us.”

Eventually, Marcus brought one of his mistresses home. That was the final straw—his mother snapped.

She grabbed a kitchen knife in a fit of rage and stabbed Marcus’s lover to death. Then, wild-eyed, she turned on Tyrone.

Young as he was, Tyrone sobbed and pleaded with her to stop, but all he saw in her eyes was murderous intent.

She stabbed him. And maybe, in that moment, some sliver of maternal instinct finally broke through. She collapsed into tears, and, with the last shred of her sanity, pressed the bloody knife into Tyrone’s hands. “Tyrone, save me... please, save me,” she begged.

“Save me, Tyrone...”

For years afterward, the image of his mother—covered in blood, wailing for Tyrone to rescue her—haunted his nightmares.

She was already lost to madness, unable to control her emotions or actions. Death, for her, was the only escape.

She gripped her son’s hand around the knife, guided the tip to her chest, and begged him to end her suffering.

Tyrone was just a child. As he sat there, soaked in blood, his expression slowly turned cold and distant.

With his own hands, he drove the blade into his mother’s heart.

He sat quietly beside her body, waiting for the police to arrive.

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Tyrone never told Easton the details of what happened that night. He only told him that Marcus was responsible for her death—that her misery, her breakdown, her madness, all stemmed from Marcus.

But Marcus never reflected, never felt guilt.

To him, she’d always been a lunatic. He just considered himself unlucky to have married a madwoman.

He never realized that his words, his glances, every careless gesture and act, were what drove her over the edge.

“Bro...” Easton’s voice was hoarse as he bowed his head, fighting back tears. He didn’t dare cry—he felt he didn’t even deserve to.

After Marcus married Easton’s mother, he was a lazy good-for-nothing. But honestly, Valery wasn’t any better. They deserved each other—a perfect match in their own miserable way. Easton’s childhood was tough, and he had to grow up fast, but compared to Tyrone, he’d had it easy.

“Because of Marcus’s negligence, Lynch Corporation lost billions—nearly went bankrupt. He only signed away his rights to the Lynch family’s inheritance to dodge responsibility, because he thought the family was finished, drowning in debt. He was afraid of being dragged down with them...”

It was the White family who stepped in when things were at their worst. They saved Maddox, kept Lynch Corporation alive, and filled the gaping financial hole Marcus had left behind.

When Tyrone returned to the Lynch Corporation, it took only a few years for him to restore the company to its former glory.

“Bro...” Easton looked up at Tyrone, his voice trembling. “I won’t fight you for it. I don’t deserve to.”

Tyrone smiled faintly, flicking his lighter and watching the flame dance. “It’s not about whether you want to fight for it. Everyone wants you to, even Grandfather... he’s fighting for you. So, Easton, you have to fight.”

Easton froze, wide-eyed with panic. “Bro...”

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