Chapter 179: Utterly captivated
"The truth?" Roderick’s lips curled into a bitter smile. "Grandpa, you already know the truth. But you’re so blinded by your love for your younger son that you refuse to see it," he said, his voice laced with frustration.
Alekis, seated with the wisdom of years etched into his features, sighed deeply. "Roderick, there was a time when you admired your uncle, even wanted to be like him. You may have grown older, but I still remember my grandson’s youthful days. You saw Lucius as a second father, someone you cherished."
"Grandpa, I don’t understand what you’re trying to achieve by bringing that up now. The man I admired is long gone. Uncle Lucius orchestrated everything. That accident—" Roderick paused, his voice firm with conviction. "His injuries were minor. Far too minor for what should have been a catastrophic incident while my father’s injuries were severe. It doesn’t add up, and deep down, you know it too."
Before Alekis could speak, Roderick rose to his feet. "I’m exhausted, so I’ll head to my room. See you at the dinner, Grandpa," he stated and walked away.
Entering his room, Roderick yanked off his blazer and tie, letting them fall carelessly to the floor. He sat heavily on the edge of the mattress, his hands raking through his hair in frustration. "Why is Grandpa asking me this now? Even Mother sides with Uncle Lucius," he muttered through clenched teeth, his jaw tight with a suppressed anger.
His phone buzzed in his pocket, interrupting his thoughts. Frowning, he pulled it out and saw the name on the screen. "Layla?" he murmured, his brow furrowing deeper. She hadn’t called him since marrying Lucius. Why now? Without hesitation, he answered, bringing the phone to his ear.
"Yes, Layla?"
"You didn’t respond to the proposal I sent you. I contacted your secretary, but he said only you could approve it," Layla said.
Roderick’s lips twitched in a small, fleeting smirk as he recalled instructing his secretary to redirect her to him. It was an intentional move—he wanted to hear her voice. "Ah, sorry about that. I trust your judgment, Layla. Whatever you decide, I’m sure it’ll be great," he replied, his tone softening.