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?"

never been one to defend Dracon. He was doing good if he

be

Impossible!

the 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 wraps from the start. Even if Arthur wanted to pry,

must be fishing for

shot Dracon a look,

spoke again, "Dracon, don't take

widened in disbelief. Was this really his big brother speaking? Was he

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

not used to you being so... nice. And I

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

staying for good?

become of his own

Hector were equally

your choice or an

it was a direct order, Arthur would never

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

Arthur's return

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

erupted in a coughing fit. Arthur patted his back, asking casually as if

one had informed Arthur of Yorick's poisoning,

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