Chapter 281



Suddenly, Harold seemed to remember something, and his expression became serious. “I need to call Matias immediately.”

He quickly retrieved his phone, scrolled to find Matias’ number, and dialed.

The call connected immediately.

“Hello, Harold,” Matias’ voice came through, laced with unmistakable concern.

Harold replied, “Matias, if you’re unable to discipline your children, I’m fully prepared to intervene! Does your family have no shame? Should I find someone to teach you the definition of shame?”

As soon as Harold’s voice reached his ears, Matias was met with a sharp rebuke. Harold’s approach was direct and unsparing, clearly showing no concern for Matias’ feelings.

This was the first time since Matias had become the head of the Adams family that he had been subjected to such direct and biting criticism, and deep down, he knew the reprimand was warranted—he had no rebuttal.

With his face warming with embarrassment, Matias responded, “Harold, you are correct. The fault lies with Verena and Ryan. I will handle the situation. You have my word that this will not happen again.”

Harold’s voice became more measured as he replied, “Matias, don’t let your work overshadow the need to guide your children properly. Their actions—interfering in someone else’s marriage—are bringing shame upon us all. I’ll leave it at that. From now on, there will be no more business dealings between our families. Just make sure your son and niece keep their distance from Lucas and Belinda!”

Matias’ face transformed with alarm as panic sparked in his eyes. Hastily, he replied, “Harold, about this issue…”

But Harold cut him off coldly, saying, “If this happens again, expect no mercy from me!”

gαℓ ησ ν𝒆 ℓs․com is your story hub With those words, Harold abruptly ended the call.

“Hello…”

“Hello? Harold!” Matias stared in disbelief at the phone, now displaying a disconnected call. His face was a battleground of complicated emotions.

He took several deep breaths, trying to calm himself.

“What’s wrong, dear?” Ainslie inquired with evident worry.

In a sudden outburst of anger, Matias shoved Ainslie’s hand aside and turned his fierce gaze toward Ryan, his fury unleashed. “Kneel!” he commanded sternly.

Ryan hit the floor with a loud thud, kneeling instantly.

“Are you satisfied now? Not only have we lost the East District project, but Harold has also severed all business ties with our family!” Matias’ voice rose as he spoke, veins bulging on his forehead, his rage barely restrained.

Ryan and Verena, standing a short distance away, turned pale when they heard that. The severity of the situation had escalated beyond their expectations.

Silence hung in the air for a moment before Verena knelt beside Ryan.

“Stand up!” Matias’ voice rang out sharply.

Verena, head bowed, remained on her knees. “This is my fault, Uncle Matias. I apologize.”

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