Scars Of A Broken Bond

Marco mirrored the smile. “Future development plan? Do you think I’ve grown too senile to discern reality? Now, you even attempt to deceive me?” jo,” Blayze swiftly refuted.

“Then stay in Violetholt. I want you to lead the Fowler family to greater heights. I won’t allow you to wield it as a tool for revenge, jeopardizing the family’s welfare!”

A wry smile played on Blayze’s lips. “Endanger the Fowler family? You’re well aware whether your concern lies with the Fowler family or that woman and her son.”

A shadow clouded Marco’s gaze. He hesitated before finally speaking.

“Of course, it’s the Fowler family I’m worried about.”

Clearly, Blayze remained skeptical. “If your concern truly rests with the Fowler family, then rest assured. I shall not endanger our family’s well-being.”

Violetholt, outside the Fowler family’s reach. What purpose does this endeavor serve? You are my eldest son, the one I nurtured with heart and soul. I expect you to elevate the Fowler group,

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who seem to be siding

a brief interlude of silence, Blayze abruptly raised his gaze and remarked, “You haven’t Laid eyes on him in person, have you? Well,

left momentarily

though he had glimpsed

sense of pride would wash over him. He even entertained the notion that, had Tyrone remained within the Fowler family’s fold, nurtured by him, Tyrone might have blossomed into an even more remarkable

he remains oblivious to his true lineage. He steadfastly believes Elijah is his

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implored, “No further words are necessary. Now is not the opportune moment to confront the Blakely family. You have only just assumed your position, and your actions