Chapter 317
With that thought in mind. Abigail snorted derisively. “Well, isn’t this a surprise. Lincoln, you didn’t get the memo? Dad publicly disowned her. Arta hat registered herself as an independent household she hasn’t been part of our Saxon family for a long time now.”
Lincoln’s eyes darkened in an instant. “What the hell happened?”
He was never particularly close to Silvia, let alone Aria, his niece he’d never even met. The only thing he ever did for her was to have someone send a gift when she was first brought back into the family.
The Saxon family is filthy rich. Taking in one more daughter wouldn’t have made a dent in our fortune. Why would Dad go to such extremes? Lincoln thought, unable to understand Joseph’s decision.
Abigail shrugged nonchalantly, her expression cold. “Why don’t you go ask your dad?” she said, making no effort to be polite.
Luke immediately shot back, “You don’t even know the whole story–how can you just blame everything on Dad?”
Abigail sneered, “Do us all a favor and shut it. You’re equally responsible for Aria’s departure.”
Luke, who normally never missed a chance to argue with Abigail, fell uncharacteristically silent this time. His face flushed with alternating shades of red and pale, lips parting briefly before closing again without uttering a word.
Joseph’s leg didn’t bother him all winter, thanks to the family’s staggering $130 million expenditure.
And the one who pocketed all that money was none other than his own granddaughter, Aria.
Looking back, Joseph had grown displeased with Aria’s aloofness, convincing himself that sacrificing her interests was a necessary move for the family’s sake.
He thought to himself, ‘As long as Aria knows how to fall in line, I certainly wouldn’t shortchange her!
Only later did Joseph realize that Aria had never needed the Saxon family–if anything, the family was beneath her station.
By now, all Joseph could do was hope that as Aria grew older, she might remember their family ties and return home.
Joseph cut in firmly, “Enough about this. Let’s eat.”
Caleb kept eating with his fork, as if none of this had anything to do with him.
He was the only one who remained composed.
After dinner, Lincoln wanted to speak with Caleb privately, but Caleb simply brushed him off with, “I got to work overtime,” and left.
Left with no other choice, Lincoln sought out Nathan. After Nathan laid out the entire chain of events, Lincoln stood rooted to the spot, utterly
dumbfounded.
Joseph severed ties with his granddaughter Aria over some measly benefits, only to discover later that she possessed formidable connections and exceptional talents.
That was what Joseph’s style was like–counting pennies while the fortune slips away.
Joseph was just the spark–the real issue lies with the entire second branch of the Saxon family.
Lincoln couldn’t believe what he was hearing. “She’s the child you went through hell and back to find. Even if she asked for the moon, you sha moved heaven and earth to get it for her. So why give her the cold shoulder?”
Nathan pursed his lips. The usual defiant look in his eyes was gone, his face now clouded with silent regret.
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Lincoln looked at him, let out a long sigh, and said, “You made your choice. Might as well act like you never found her in the first plic v
Half an hour earlier, Aria and the other three rode the elevator up to the 18th floor.
Owen was the first to ask, “Mono, Gael, have you had dinner yet?”
Mono remained silent. Gael shook his head. “Not yet,” he replied.
Owen smiled warmly and suggested, “Why don’t we go to my place? I can cook.”
Before Mono and Gael could respond, Aria interjected, “No way. You just got over a fever. Go home and rest properly. I’ll order takeout from Mavoron Restaurant.”
Owen nodded without hesitation. “Sure thing,” he said.
‘So obedient?‘ Mono mused, a bit surprised.
Mono gave him a once–over, quietly sizing him up. Deep down, he couldn’t help but feel a hint of satisfaction at his performance.
‘He can cook–ten points for that.
‘He doesn’t talk back but listens. Plus five points.
‘He’s tall, handsome, and in great shape–that’s another twenty points.‘ Mono inwardly rated Owen.
