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?"

to defend Dracon. He was doing good if he didn't

it be

Impossible!

days, and there was no guarantee he would find anything. Yorick had kept it

must be fishing for

shot Dracon a look, signaling him to keep his mouth

could elaborate, Arthur spoke again, "Dracon, don't

really his big brother speaking? Was

his silence, Arthur's gaze briefly skimmed over him.

it all wrong. I'm just not used to you being so... nice. And I didn't take Dad's words to heart, I

smile. "Back in the day, the battlefield hardened me. Now that I'm home for good,

staying for good? You're leaving

would become of his

Yorick and Hector

your choice or an order from the

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

time we brothers spent some quality time together here in Rivenwood." "Indeed," Arthur affirmed, then

had felt at Arthur's return was now tinged

stir trouble in the Linklater family—a prospect far

patted his back, asking casually as if unaware of

of Yorick's poisoning, so he played the part

it when Dracon burst out, "It's all because of Percival and