Hearing the man call out "Brother Silas," Sophie Somrs was so angry her face turned pale: "I raised you so you could fight Silas for the inheritance. This is what Ethan Prescott owes us, do you understand? If he hadn’t forced all those years ago, I wouldn’t have been separated from the man I loved, and I wouldn’t have had to put up with Ethan for so many years. He fooled around outside and left all alone—a living widow! I will make sure he pays for this."
As she brought up the past, Sophie was in tears.
She could never forget that night when she made plans with her boyfriend to celebrate her birthday at a hotel.
She had wanted to give him her first ti, but as soon as she walked into the room, Ethan pressed her down onto the bed.
Ethan said she had set him up and drugged him, so he had no choice but to use her as the cure.
He didn’t give her any chance to explain, he just tore off her clothes and forced himself on her.
No matter how she pleaded, he never let her go.
After that night she had Silas, and when Old Master Prescott found out, he didn’t want Prescott’s bloodline to be left outside the family, so he made Ethan marry her and bring her ho.
But Ethan didn’t feel any guilt toward her, and instead said that no matter what she did to beco Mrs. Prescott, he would never love her.
After marriage, he stayed out every night and was cold to her.
Sophie transferred all her hatred of him onto the child growing in her womb.
She believed the child was a Prescott, and by abusing him, she was getting back at Ethan.
So, ever since Silas was born, she treated him with indifference and never cared about him.
Whenever she saw that child, she would think of Ethan taking advantage of her that night, ruining her life.
Later, she and Ethan divorced, and she left that suffocating house with a hundred million in settlent money.
Only after the divorce did she find out she was pregnant with Ethan’s child again.
She’d planned to have an abortion, but later learned that Ethan had already fathered a son with another woman behind her back.
That son was only five years younger than Silas.
Sophie just couldn’t swallow the insult, so she decided to give birth to this child and use him as her weapon against Silas for the Prescott Family inheritance.
So many years passed, but Sophie’s hatred for Ethan never faded.
She hated everything about him, including his two children.
So she made one child her enemy, and the other her tool for revenge against Ethan.
She wanted Ethan to know the consequence of betraying her.
Isn’t he obsessed with his youngest son? Didn’t he always help Damien Prescott take the top spot?
Then she would let him taste the bitterness of the mantis stalking the cicada, unaware of the oriole behind.
She didn’t even have to imagine it—if Ethan found out that his beloved son worked so hard only to be beaten at the last minute by his other son, would he go mad?
And that son was Silas’s trusted aide—he would surely hate it to death.
Hearing her mother’s voice choked with emotion, the man on the other end of the line was silent for a few seconds, then said, "Mom, don’t be sad. I’ll stick to the plan."
Hearing this, Sophie finally breathed a sigh of relief: "Don’t forget—you’re also a child of the Prescotts. When Ethan learned I was pregnant with you, he ruthlessly wanted to abort you. After what he did to you, you have every reason to hate him and snatch everything that’s rightfully yours."
The man’s eyes grew darker, "Mom, I know what I should do now."
He hung up and dialed another number: "Confirm that Silas Prescott has lost his mory. We’re moving ahead with the power grab."
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A few days later, Owen Paxton ca to see Silas, carrying a stack of docunts.
Seeing Silas sitting on the bed, studying elentary school textbooks, Owen’s eyes flickered, but quickly returned to normal.
He respectfully approached, saying, "President Prescott, has your mory recovered? Do you rember anything? These docunts need your signature."
Silas gazed at him expressionlessly: "Who are you?"
"I’m your assistant, Owen Paxton. I’ve been with you for six years."
"Since you’re my assistant, you handle these docunts for . I can’t understand them right now."
Hearing this, Owen nodded imdiately: "President Prescott, please don’t make things harder for . How could I dare to handle them on your behalf?"
Silas’s tone was cold: "I’m asking you to take care of the docunts, not sit in the president’s chair on my behalf. What are you so tense about?"
"I—I’m just afraid others would say I’m overstepping."
"Right now, only you can help . You’re the only one I trust. Grandpa’s health isn’t good, he can’t work too hard. Assistant Paxton, I’m counting on you. When I’m better, I’ll give you a huge, huge raise."
Silas tried hard to maintain the persona of an adult, but it was obvious he was not the lofty Prescott Group CEO he once was.
A trace of sothing odd flashed in Owen’s eyes, but he quickly beca humble.
"Thank you for trusting , President Prescott. I’ll make sure everything runs smoothly and keep Damien Prescott from seizing power from you."
Silas nodded slightly: "Thank you, Assistant Paxton. You really are my most trusted aide."
"It’s my duty, President Prescott. If there’s nothing else, I’ll take my leave first."
Owen gave Silas a deep bow, then turned and left.
Once the door closed, the innocence in Silas’s eyes gradually vanished, replaced by sothing different.
He stared vacantly at the elentary textbook in his hands, no telling what was running through his mind.
Sienna Paxton led Julian Prescott into the room, and found Silas hard at work studying.
She smiled warmly, walked over, and patted Silas on the head: "Did you finish the howork I left for you?"
Silas obediently nodded: "I finished it, and it matches the answers."
He handed his howork notebook to Sienna.
Sienna glanced at it and smiled: "Very good, Julian. Daddy gets a lollipop as a reward."
Julian’s chubby little hands rummaged in his backpack.
He picked out the smallest lollipop and handed it to Silas: "Daddy, this flavor’s really good. I saved it especially for you."
Silas shot him a look: "Julian, I lost my mory, not my brains. You think I don’t know this is the smallest one?"
Julian stared at him with big, shiny eyes: "You figured it out, wow! Daddy, you’re amazing."
He took out a bunch of other snacks from his backpack, stuffing them all into Silas’s arms.
Then he seriously said: "Mom says you were really strictly managed by Great-grandpa when you were a kid, and your crappy dad and mom didn’t care about you at all. They never bought you any treats, so and Mom picked all our favorite snacks for you. Daddy, don’t look down on these snacks, okay? They’re loaded with love from and Mom. Don’t you feel super loved right now?"
Seeing all those snacks and hearing those words, Silas’s eyes brimd with emotion.
In his mories, his childhood was boring and loveless.
He’d been grood as the heir by Grandpa since he was small.
No love from his parents; Grandpa was always busy with business, so he just followed the butler everywhere for lessons and competitions.
He learned the etiquette of the elite, ate only fine cuisine.
No one dared give him snacks like these.
He’d watched other kids get giant packs of snacks and toys from their parents every birthday, and he’d been so jealous.
In his mind, only kids with love got things like these.
So even though he’d wanted to taste them so badly, he never even asked once.
Thinking about his childhood, Silas rubbed Julian’s little head.
His voice was hoarse: "Your childhood is happier than mine. You have a mom who loves you so much, but —I never had this kind of love."
Seeing his mood sink, Julian quickly stretched out his little hand to gently pat Silas’s cheek.
Softly comforted him: "Daddy, you may not have your mom’s love, but you have my love—and my mom’s. We’ll love you forever."
Silas widened his eyes: "Really? Then let your mom keep company, and you play by yourself for a while, okay?"
Julian blinked a few tis, suddenly feeling like he’d fallen right into Daddy’s trap.
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