Scars Of A Broken Bond

“Why?” Larry repeated it in a low voice. “Because you’re nothing but an illegitimate bastard. Yet, my grandpa always favored you and even wanted to hand the company over to you. And you have the nerve to ask me why? I am the rightful successor of the Blakely family!”

“So, you’ve never considered me a brother, only as an adversary contending for the Blakely Group and supposedly responsible for your parents’ demise!” Tyrone looked down at Larry.

Larry sneered and gave Tyrone a cold, hard look. “Isn’t that the truth?”

Larry always exuded a sense of gentleness and elegance, no matter where he was.

Tyrone never thought he’d witness such a cold, despiteful look on Larry’s face again.

The last time Tyrone saw that look in Larry’s eyes was back in primary school when Larry threw Tyrone’s schoolbag into the river. As Tyrone tried to retrieve it with a stick, Larry pushed Tyrone into the river and threatened him not to tell their grandfather after he climbed back out.

Tyrone returned home, he concocted a story about accidentally falling into the river, which explained why his clothes

privy to what their grandfather said to Larry, but

eased, and they have grown closer, resembling

least, that was what Tyrone had believed about their relationship. Now, it appeared

surface, burying it deep within his heart. He had successfully

one thing clear. I never considered competing with

to believe you never knew I aspired to that position!

wish. I wanted to hand it over to you, but his wish meant everything to me. Besides, I had given you

for two and a half months, consistently declining

if Larry had managed to