When Aiden climbed into the car behind Dn, he heard him snap, "Who told you to turn on the TV?"


    Sitting in the driver''s seat, Dn looked frustrated. "I just wanted Ms. ra to know the truth. She always thinks the worst of you, boss."


    In ra''s eyes, Dn would do anything for Eden-even if it meant crossing the line.


    Dn didn''t respond. He just stared out the window, looking calm but distant. His fingers trembled as he reached for his meds, but Aiden quickly stopped him.


    "Boss, let''s just get through tonight first. It''s going to be rough."


    In more than twenty years, Walter had never lost face like this. The Ferguson family, always so untouchable, had be everyone''s favorite gossip overnight. Dn had really let him down this time.


    Now, the old Ferguson mansion was already crowded with people.


    Dn stayed silent, closing his eyes slowly, as if none of this mattered to him.


    Aiden nced at him in the rearview mirror. Same as always he never had a clue what his boss was really thinking.


    And then, there was the kid...


    No one really knew who the kid''s mother was. Aiden had been by Dn''s side for years and had learned to only ask what needed to be asked-never more. So there were plenty of things he was still in the dark about.


    He pressed down on the gas, speeding all the way to the old Ferguson mansion. When they finally pulled up, he couldn''t hold back anymore.


    "Walter''s pissed this time. He might..."


    He might try to strip Dn of his power.


    But Dn owned arge chunk of thepany. Even if Walter packed the management with his own people, it wouldn''t be enough to knock Dn out of ce.


    It all depended on what Dn wanted to do next.


    Dn sat in his wheelchair and rolled into the mansion. The ce was quiet—too quiet.


    The living room was full, with Walter sitting in the center.


    A cup of tea sat untouched in front of Walter. He didn''t look angry, but everyone


    else in the room was watching with barely hidden glee.


    Dn wheeled forward and spoke just one word.


    "Father."


    Aaron lounged on the sofa nearby, looking way too pleased with Dn''s predicament.


    If Grandpa hadn''t stepped in, who knows how much longer Aaron would''ve been stuck under house arrest? Tonight, it looked like Dn was finally about to lose.


    Serves him right.


    Did Dn really think the whole Ferguson family revolved around him? He should remember who put him in charge in the first ce.


    Walter could make someone-and he could destroy them just as easily.


    "You''re here." Walter''s voice was deep andmanding as he picked up his tea and took a slow sip.


    It was alreadyte, way past Walter''s usual bedtime. The fact he was drinking strong tea thiste only showed how troubled he really felt.


    The whole family was there tonight, and as Walter stayed silent, people started getting restless.


    Michael was the first to break. He was usually afraid of Dn, but this was the perfect chance to kick him while he was down.


    "Dn, you messed up


    never


    time. You brought Emily me years ago, told us the truth. Turns out she''s Henry''s kid! How''s Father supposed to exin that to the board?"


    To outsiders, it looked like Walter


    had forced Henry out, only to


    secretly raise Henry''s daughter as his own. The board wasn''t stupid-they were definitely questioning Walter''s motives now.


    Michael was desperate. His own scandals had already made him useless in Walter''s eyes. This was his shot at looking good


    Qu


    again maybe even earning aso


    extra shares. He still had his son Simon, andtely Walter seemed to like Simon more.


    Their side of the family still had a shot.


    Before Dn could answer, Michael kept going. "Adopting Emily was one thing, but leaking her true parentage just to spite Father? We''ve never had a scandal like this in the Ferguson family!"


    Dn gave a softugh.


    "Big brother, your own drama was way more entertaining than this.”


    Michael''s affair with his wife''s sister had been all over town.


    And he thought he had any right to judge?


    Michael''s face went red, then white, then green, struggling for something to say.


    "You''re impossible! Only Father can handle you!"


    He threw it back to Walter. All eyes turned, waiting for Walter''s decision.


    Walter''s brows furrowed as he looked at Michael.


    Michael shrank back, lips working, but he couldn''t get anything out. Even looking Dn in the eye made him nervous.


    Dn had taken the heir''s seat when he was just a kid, and the rest of the family had never really epted it.


    People had been trying to get rid of him for years, but he always survived. The only time he''d been seriously hurt those legs of his-maybe that really was karma.