"Nonsense—Dylan Wellington, has your brain gone bad? Even if you like Skye Brown so much, there should be a limit! She’s just a woman. How can she be compared with the Wellington family, how can you let the Wellington family be buried with her!?"
Mr. Wellington’s face darkened, his shrewd eyes like those of an eagle, imbued with a gloomy ferocity.
In his lifeti, he had weathered countless storms, but never had he been as disappointed and angry as he was at this mont.
This was his grandson, whom he had personally grood.
The grandson he had high hopes for.
However, compared to Mr. Wellington’s anger and resentnt, Dylan Wellington appeared extrely calm.
His eyes were deep, his gaze calm yet firm.
Dylan Wellington’s cold and seductive eyes stared at Mr. Wellington: "Indeed, she’s just a woman, but in my heart, she is more important than the Wellington family, even more than my own life. So... for everyone’s good, Grandpa, it’s best not to push too hard. Take your people and go back now. Do not appear in front of her and their children, do not disturb them."
"If you do this, Grandpa can still have a grandson, have great-grandchildren, and continue to have the Wellington family, still be the formidable Mr. Wellington. Otherwise, I don’t know to what extent I might go..."
"You..."
The old man gasped, clutching his chest, almost knocked over by Dylan Wellington’s words.
He had long known Dylan Wellington liked Skye Brown, having seen years ago how Dylan was willing to do anything for Skye.
Back then, for Skye Brown, Dylan wouldn’t even say ’no,’ even if it ant going on a hunger strike.
Obviously, he only had to pretend, promise not to see Skye Brown anymore.
After the matter was over, he could still contact that woman in private just the sa.
But Dylan Wellington didn’t, back then he didn’t, he wasn’t willing to say ’I don’t love Skye,’ wasn’t willing to say ’I give up.’
From that mont, Mr. Wellington knew, Dylan was in too deep.
He was deeply entrenched in this foolish love.
So, without a second thought, the Mr. Wellington unhesitatingly sent soone to brainwash and hypnotize Dylan Wellington.
This, in his eyes, was a kind of ’useless’ love, not at all suitable to linger in his grandson’s mind.
He would rather Dylan Wellington be heartless and emotionless, drifting through life, than let emotions lead him astray.
Unfortunately, life is unpredictable.
Back then, Mr. Wellington thought that by hypnotizing Dylan, he could rest easy, once and for all.
Unfortunately, he underestimated Skye Brown’s influence on Dylan, and underestimated the profound affection carved into his grandson’s soul.
Having devoted his lifeti to family duty, having only experienced arranged marriages, and having treated his life-long wife with respectful distance, Mr. Wellington never understood the power of love.
He did not know that even without mory, Skye Brown still had a deadly allure for Dylan Wellington.
They were like a jade circle scattered on Earth, that could only be completed upon finding each other.
This was an attraction from the depths of the soul, unrelated to mory, unrelated to anything else.
"Ian..." Mr. Wellington knew that he could no longer be as ruthless as he had been in the past to hypnotize Dylan.
Not only because he had grown older and gentler.
But also because his grandson had gradually grasped family power over the years.
Being harsh wouldn’t work, so Mr. Wellington had to switch to a softer approach.
He clutched his chest, looking at Dylan, speaking earnestly: "You were raised by Grandpa’s hands, you know what the Wellington family ans to . For you, I directly sidelined your father, bypassed him to transfer all the Wellington Group shares and authority to you. Is this how you repay Grandpa? Ian, what you’re doing is really too disappointing."
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