The manager swiped the card again, and this ti, the transaction went through successfully. He felt finally at ease. Retrieving the card, he handed it back. "Thank you, sir. The bill is settled."
Dafydd didn't glance. He simply took his card and turned to look at his son.
The crowd was long dissipated. And with the manager gone, only there people remained there.
Dafydd looked at his son's friend and asked, "Didn't I ask you to look after him? How did he end up like this?"
Zenon's brows furrowed slightly as he darted his gaze back at Bryn before saying, "Uncle, I have tried my best to stop him. But he was not in the right state today. He didn't listen to and then all this happened."
Dafydd's jaws clenched and it was clear that he didn't like a per cent of how the night had turned out to be.
But with his son already in such a heavily drunken state, he had no choice but to take him back ho first.
Not saying much, he simply gestured his n. And at his silent instruction, a few of them stepped forward and carried Bryn away.
And then soon left as well.
In the late morning, after much difficulty, Bryn finally woke with a pounding headache. Holding his head, he had barely sat up when the door of his room was pushed open and Dafydd entered with displeasure written on his face.
"How many tis have I asked you to look after your image in public? Is this how you are going to carry forward Winslow's legacy?" he berated. "Do you even know that last night what a big laughing stock you have beco?"
Bryn's expression changed as he heard his father and the flashes of last night flashed back from his mories. The mocking sniggers and gazes —he couldn't forget them now that he had rembered. They all were laughing at him.
Not because he made a joke of himself, but because he couldn't prove himself to be what he claid he was.
He claid himself to be the heir of Winslow —yet he wasn't even able to pay a small bill.
Could this be any more embarrassing?
His fingers clenched on the sheets as his jaws ticked. All this was because of Aiden —that bast*rd son of his father.
"Bryn, you —"
"The Winslow legacy?" Bryn scoffed in a half-mocking manner. "How can I have the privilege to carry it forward, when you, yourself, hadn't had chance? Nor will ever have in future."
Dafydd's expression turned ugly. "What did you say?"
Bryn raised his brow. "What? You didn't understand?" he asked as if mocking his father's comprehensive ability. "I am reminding you just what you have been trying to ignore. I am reminding you of your continuous failures. Especially the very fresh one that you received just last night, yesterday."
"Bryn, just because I am tolerating you these days, doesn't an I will keep tolerating you," Dafydd warned. "I handled it yesterday. But if you keep on repeating this, in future, I won't co to help you. And then don't bla for —"
Before he could say more, Byrn laughed, interrupting. "Don't add more to the bla, Dad. I already have enough to bla you for. If I add any more, I might lose the count."
"You —"
"You wouldn't have to co to help out if my card wasn't frozen. So, it would be better if instead of scolding here, you better find out why out of no reason, my cards were frozen." Bryn said, through the grit of his teeth.
Even though he had spent his monthly allowance, such an embarrassing situation wouldn't have arrived if his credit card wasn't frozen. It was done particularly to leave him humiliated.
And he didn't even have to think to know who did it.
"Dad, if you don't have a way to deal with your other son, tell . I will find my way to deal with him. I can't simply sit here and wait to see you fail again and again."
With that, he didn't sit there longer. He simply got down from the bed and walked to the bathroom, closing the door after him.
Dafydd had never felt this insulted. Just as he turned, his wife, lery was standing at the door, looking at him in the eye.
"Congratulations Dafydd," she said, a disdainful curve lifting her lips. "Your son once again got humiliated because of you."
anwhile, at Winslow Globals company building —
After a long week, finally, the air returned back to its serenity.
Since Arwen wasn't upset with Aiden, he was also in a much better mood. With things already solved, the work here was almost done.
At this mont, Emyr knocked at Aiden's office door and hearing him approve, he walked in with a small smile on his face. "Sir, your flight for tomorrow has been booked. We will be leaving tomorrow evening."
Aiden was looking at so docunts in his system. When he heard Emyr say that, he halted before turning to say, "I heard there is an auction happening tonight."
Emyr paused for a second, before nodding. "Yes, sir. They even sent you an invite a month ago, but since at that ti we weren't sure we would be here, we didn't respond."
"Then let them know that I will be attending."
"You will be attending?" Emyr asked, a little surprised. Not because auctions were sothing that Aiden avoided. But usually, he would always send a representative on his behalf to get whatever he walked. Hearing him saying he would be going on his own was rarest of the rare. So, he simply repeated to confirm.
Aiden glanced up at his, his gaze turning a little annoyed. "Is there are problem if I attend?" he asked.
And clearing his throat, Emyr at once shook his head. "No, sir. I was just asking. If you want we could arrange a representative to attend on your behalf."
"That won't be required," Aiden said nonchalantly, returning his gaze back to the screen. "It would only be good if I go there myself."
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