Chapter 165: Father
Dennis looked at him then. "Does it matter?" he asked coolly. "He’s already ashamed to have you as his father."
That was the final arrow.
Dennis saw it. And it tasted like victory.
"I’ve waited years to take you down," he said. "Years of watching you poison everything you touched. You turned my brother against me. You turned Lucas into a soldier instead of the man he wanted to be. You twisted Ava’s life for your ambition. And what did you get? Nothing!"
Dorian turned away, back rigid, hands shaking. He needed air. He needed answers. He needed... But what he had was the bitter taste of truth.
Dennis sat back down, calm once again. He had planted the seed.
Now he just had to watch it grow.
Dorian stepped back, the weight of revelations pressing heavily upon him. His son was alive. Sarah was carrying his child.
The corridors of power he had so meticulously navigated now felt like a labyrinth of his own making. Each step forward was uncertain, each decision fraught with unforeseen consequences. The realization that his actions had endangered not only his legacy but also his bloodline gnawed at him. The stoic facade he had maintained for years began to crack, revealing the turmoil beneath.