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?"

been one to defend Dracon. He was doing good if he didn't scold him-yet

be

Impossible!

battlefields where news traveled slowly. Even if Arthur had wanted to investigate something, it would take days, and there was no guarantee he would find anything. Yorick had kept it under

must be fishing for

look, signaling him to keep his mouth

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

this really his

gaze briefly skimmed over him. "What's wrong? You think I'm not worthy of

quickly retorted, "No, no, Arthur, you got it all wrong. I'm just not used to you being

in the day, the battlefield hardened me. Now that I'm home for good, I'll shed some of

"You're staying for

leaving? What would become of his

Hector

this your choice

well-war was his home. Unless it was a direct order,

settling down, too. It's about time we brothers spent some quality time together here in

had felt at Arthur's return

felt like Arthur's return would stir trouble in

a coughing fit. Arthur patted his back, asking casually

one had informed Arthur of Yorick's poisoning, so he played the part of the

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