Holden muttered under his breath, "Kathryn... you brought this on yourself. You pushed your brothers too far, and they couldn't tolerate it anymore. You deserved what happened."

He exhaled slowly. "When it's all over, I'll burn some paper money for you in secret, so you and your mother won't be short on anything in the afterlife. I'll make sure you have luxury homes, fancy cars, servants-just like you had when you were alive. Just don't come haunting me in my dreams. I'm too old for this. I can't handle the nightmares anymore. If this keeps up,

I'll break."

"Sir, what did you just say?"

The housekeeper had walked in.

Holden quickly picked up his chopsticks and snapped, "I was sending a voice message to my son. Not talking to you. Mind your business."

The housekeeper glanced at the untouched breakfast and hesitated. "Sir, you haven't eaten yet? Was something not to your liking? I made all your favorite Cantonese dishes."

Every morning, she woke up early to prepare his meals just the way he liked.

She had even worked in a Wiltspoon restaurant for years, perfecting the art of Cantonese breakfast.

"I told you I'm talking to my son. I'll eat when I feel like it. Go do your work. When I'm done, I'll call you to clean up."

was sharp, his

housekeeper nodded and left. She understood that everyone had bad

them generously. A little grumpiness wasn't a big deal. Holden

and sent a

"Marco, how's everything going?"

was delivered, but

Minutes passed.

a

it, Holden let out a relieved sigh. If Marco was responding, that meant the plan

meant Marco hadn't

Everything was fine.

the

out last night to take

even left his

They had been living together for a while now. Marco had purposely left his phone behind-just in case his father

brothers. Hearing an unfamiliar voice made

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