The Million-Dollar Heart

Hunter glared with bloodshot eyes, his voice thick with disdain. "You ungrateful brat, daring to tear apart the Wright family over such trivial matters. You're doomed to a life of failure."

Colin was immune to these barbs by now. He turned, walking over to a corner where he picked up a small wooden box.

"Grandpa, do you remember who this belongs to?"

Hunter's brow furrowed in irritation. "You..."

A cold smirk played on Colin's lips. "Mom wanted nothing more than to see her child one last time before she died. But what did you do? You took Winston away and left her to fend for herself, dying in despair." He would never forget the sight of his own mother, tormented to death.

"If it wasn't for Winston, I'd have left her long ago."

Hunter felt no remorse. He desired an heir who would bend to his will.

"A woman's death is of no consequence."

Darkness clouded Colin's eyes, his gaze turning icy. "In the Wright family, you've loomed over us like a demon, giving us no room to breathe." "Today, it all ends."

Hunter's heart skipped a beat. "Colin, what are you planning?"

Vivienne and Percival exchanged glances, about to intervene when her phone suddenly lit up. She stood, announcing, "Winston's in danger!"

At the mention of Winston, Colin froze. "What's happened to Winston?"

Vivienne glanced at him. "If you don't want anything to happen to Winston, put down what you're holding and come with us."

Observing the moving cursor on her phone, Vivienne signaled for Draven, who had been keeping watch nearby, to show himself. They needed more hands to search the Wright mansion for Winston. Draven quickly joined them, whispering something to Vivienne, who nodded in understanding.

The cursor finally halted at a specific location, which Vivienne showed to Colin.

darkened, and he took the lead. "I

an eye on the secret

be easily

was defeated. After years of navigating

Brianna had been captured en route and was now dangling beside him, both suspended by a rope above the fifth floor. Seeing the group arrive, Winston's eyes found Vivienne. "Sis,

screamed, "Bro, why did it take you so long?

forward but was stopped by Robbie, who had positioned a knife

Robbie challenged Colin, "At the brink

are you hesitating? Save me! We're blood,

"Robbie, what do you

laugh colder with each word. "You should be

to die, no one's stopping you. But if you plan to level

made his stance clear. "Robbie, I don't know what you're talking about. Let Winston

"You've rigged the Wright mansion with bombs, planning your own grave.

more than all the Wright companies combined. You think I'd let you destroy it? Whatever you plan for Grandfather doesn't concern me. But if you intend to drag this house down with your vendetta, that's Where I draw the

Bombs? Why would you want to destroy the Wright mansion? I thought we were only after the inheritance." Vivienne, watching silently, had anticipated Colin's actions from the moment he spoke in the

the consequences of their chosen

reason to intervene unless Winston was involved. After all,

for the rest, she couldn't care

grew. "Oh, and about Winston's true heritage, after you mentioned it that night, I did some

indignant response, "What nonsense are you spouting? Our mother died years ago;

quite regard you

believe me? Ask him

Colin in shock. "Bro, say something. How could Winston possibly be Mom's child? She's been gone for years. He's just some orphan Grandpa brought home... What does he have

"Shut up!"

mother's son, I won't let

found it hard to