Henry turned on the car engine. He sat silently, staring emptily at the front, and then clenched the steering wheel.
"You can do this, Henry. You have to protect your woman and your baby no matter what," Henry tried to encourage himself as he had to et his parents today.
He drove his car out of the apartnt building and took a different route from usual. He drove quite far as his family mansion was on top of a hill.
The mont the mansion gate opened, he saw the signature classic gothic-style mansion. This was the Grant estate and had been so for the past three centuries.
Just like he told Kate before, The Grant family was a noble who migrated to the United States to avoid civil conflict between the brothers.
But they were always on good terms and always kept their communication. Their relationship was very well-maintained. Henry might beco the next Duke because his branch family didn’t have a male heir.
"Heh, what does it matter anyway?" Henry sneered. "I am a child of a prostitute. I don’t deserve that kind of title. Only Jas deserves that."
Henry never planned to usurp control over the Grant family’s wealth and power from his Big Brother.
He admired his brother so much and planned to work under his brother’s order. He even planned to step away from the Grant family if that would help Jas.
"Brother..." Henry bit his lower lip.
He didn’t want to cry, but his tears were like a broken damn whenever he rembered about the kind Big Brother who accepted an illegitimate son like him into the family.
He wiped his tears and stopped the car in front of the main door of the mansion.
Six maids and two butlers greeted him. The door was opened, and he saw his mother, Penny, smiling at him. She looked youthful, even at the age of forty-five, thanks to the many Botox she had.
Henry got out of his car and ignored the maids and butlers. He headed straight to the main door.
"Oh, it’s been a while, Henry! Look at you. You look so handso and dapper with the suit on! I totally don’t miss your jacket and washed-up jeans era a year ago!" Penny joked. She wanted to hug her son, but Henry grabbed her by her shoulder, staring at her coldly, and asked, "Where is my father? I want to get this over with."
"Co on, Son. Don’t be so cold to Mommy," Penny pouted. "Why are you so cold to but not to Dahlia? I’m your mother, rember?"
"I don’t give a damn," Henry said. He clicked his tongue annoyedly, "Just tell where Dad is. I don’t want to be in here for too long."
"He is near the fireplace. It’s been cold this winter. He’s not in good health," Penny said.
Henry wanted to say, ’Good, I hope he dies soon.’
But he didn’t.
He kept his silence and ignored his mother. He went to the foyer to et with his father sitting near the fireplace, reading a book while sipping a morning coffee.
Marlon was already in his mid-sixty. He was old, though he still looked vigorous enough.
Marlon looked up when he heard the sure step of his son and stared at Henry with his green eyes.
Henry silently cursed in his head after realizing that Kate was right.
Aside from the blonde hair he inherited from his mother, he was an exact copy of his father.
’No wonder I hate myself so much. Who wouldn’t hate the face of a man who killed his son just because he fell in love with a woman he deems as dirty and unworthy?’
"You look good with that suit, Henry," Marlon praised. But Henry didn’t feel happy at all.
In contrast, he couldn’t wait to burn this suit because he felt disgusting wearing it now.
"You remind of my old days when I was young and handso. You are truly my son, unlike Jas, who looks like his mother instead of ," Marlon added.
"Just tell what you need. Why do I have to et you today."
"I got the news about what you did yesterday. It seems that you’ve helped her a lot," Marlon ntioned. "From throwing a woman in the middle of a frozen wasteland in Greenland to manipulating the state court just to make sure your bitch girlfriend got the result she wanted for the divorce."
"So what? It’s all part of the ga," Henry said. He clenched his fists and felt hurt thinking about Kate and their baby. He never knew that lying could be so painful.
Marlon stared at his son coldly and asked, "Are you sure you’re not interested in her? Rember, Henry, don’t be the second Jas. Your brother died in a car crash because of his fault."
"You an because you tampered with his car and drugged his drink? That’s why he had a car crash, right?" Henry sneered. "No need to hide it from , Dad. You and Mom killed him."
"It’s because he has been disobedient!" Marlon raised his voice. "Do you think I like to kill my own son? He is the best! Jas is talented, smart, and can lead the family and company! I am the first to grieve knowing my best son is dead!"
Henry couldn’t hold his anger anymore. He raised his voice before his old father and yelled, "So you killed him just because he fell in love with Kate?!"
"That bitch has brainwashed your brother!" Marlon snapped. "Don’t you hear what kind of bollocks he told us that night? He said he would find a way to marry that bitch, and he will devote his life to her! He said he would give EVERYTHING he had if Kate wanted it."
"What do you think will happen if we let him marry that woman? They will destroy our family legacy!" Marlon looked angry when he ntioned about his family legacy, as if his love and dedication for his family status far outweighed the love for his son.
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