The Million-Dollar Heart

Arthur glanced at Dracon, breaking the silence, "How have you been holding up these past few years?"

Yorick scoffed dismissively. "How do you think? The guy's been loafing around, never lifting a finger to do anything worthwhile."

Yorick couldn't help but compare him to his other sons, each carving out their own unique achievements in their chosen fields.

Dracon, meanwhile, remained at home, not even managing to take proper care of the family estate, the Linklater Mansion. His schemes were as transparent as they were numerous.

Just the other week, when Yorick had been poisoned, the investigation had been halted midway. The lack of inquiry didn't mean Dracon was innocent.

But Yorick had stopped digging to protect Dracon. He knew that if the truth of the poisoning reached Arthur, with his fiery temper, Dracon's days would be numbered.

Yorick, a man of integrity, would have made the same decision as Arthur in the past. But years had passed, Arthur and Hector had been away, and only Dracon had stayed by his side. Despite Dracon's failings he had taken decent care of him.

As he grew old, Yorick longed for family harmony over the anguish of a father burying his son. And so, he had covered for Dracon.

But...

Yorick's eyes involuntarily drifted to Arthur.

Arthur's return could only mean he was here for this very reason. If he decided to investigate, no cover-up would suffice.

The thought alone gave Yorick a headache.

Dracon had wanted to speak up, but hearing such a harsh critique from his father, he sulked into silence.

Arthur's eagle-eyed gaze settled on Dracon for a few seconds before he spoke, "Dad, we all have our paths to maturity. Wasn't I the same clueless kid once upon a time?"

had never been one to defend Dracon. He was doing good if he didn't scold him-yet

it be he already

Impossible!

days, and there was no guarantee he would find anything. Yorick had kept it under wraps from the start. Even if Arthur wanted to pry, it would take

must be fishing for

a look, signaling him to keep his

Yorick could elaborate, Arthur spoke again, "Dracon, don't take Dad's words

disbelief. Was this really his

of his silence, Arthur's gaze briefly skimmed over him. "What's wrong? You think I'm not

got it all wrong. I'm just not used to

the battlefield hardened me. Now that I'm

for good? You're

would become of his own

Hector were

choice or an

Unless it was a direct order,

reeling from shock, managed a smile. "Arthur coming home is good news. I've been thinking of settling down, too. It's about time we brothers spent some quality time together here in Rivenwood." "Indeed," Arthur affirmed, then addressed Yorick, "It's my decision,

joy Yorick had felt at Arthur's return was

Arthur's return would stir trouble in the Linklater family—a prospect far from

Arthur patted his back, asking casually as if unaware of

informed Arthur of Yorick's poisoning,

was about to dismiss it when Dracon burst out, "It's all because of Percival and that Vivienne.