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    Marc’s lips pressed into a tight line. His head dropped, unable to meet his grandfather’s eyes. He had no words because how could he exin? What happenedst night… if things had gone his way, he could’ve excused it. But they hadn’t. And now, there was no way to confess.


    Just then, a sharp knock broke the tense silence. The door opened, and Ard, Truett’s long-time butler, stepped in with a face carved in stone.


    His gaze skimmed briefly over Marc, who looked pale and cornered, before settling on Truett. He bent close to the old man’s ear and murmured in a hushed rush.


    The moment the words reached his ears, Truett’s chest tightened as though the air had been stolen from him. Never in his darkest fears did he expect Marc to stoop so low as to slip drugs to Ste with cruel intentions.


    Truett’s weak hand came down hard on the side of the bed with a sharp thud, making the whole frame rattle.


    His eyes widened in fury as he red at Marc, his chest rising and falling quickly, his face turning from ashen to flushed red in moments.


    Pointing a trembling finger at him, Truett’s voice shook with bitter disappointment. “Shame on you! To think my bloodline produced such filth. To trick Ste with such cruelty. What kind of monster have you be?” The fury cost him dearly; each word felt like it drained the life out of him, but grief forced them forward.


    Ard immediately ced a steadying hand on Truett’s shoulder, panicked that the old man might copse. “Sir, please… don’t strain yourself. Your healthes first!”


    But Truett shoved his concern aside with a sharp shake of his head. “You’ve dragged the Walsh name through the mud!”


    Marc was terrified. He dropped to his knees beside the bed, tears running down his face. “Grandpa, please, listen to me! I swear it wasn’t me. I only had dinner with her, someone else set me up!”


    “Liar!” Truett snatched the nearest vase and hurled it straight at Marc. “How dare you lie to me!” he roared.


    This time, Marc didn’t move, didn’t even try to protect himself. He knew he deserved it.


    The vase shattered against his forehead, and blood immediately began to stream down his face.


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    Ard’s chest ached at the sight. He had watched Marc grow from a boy into this man, yet he never imagined he would live to see this.


    “Get out! I have no grandson who would bring me such disgrace!” Truett’s furious shout was cut off by a fit of violent coughing, his hand clutching his chest as pain twisted his face.


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    “Out!” Truett shouted again, forcing the strength from his failing lungs. His eyes, filled with disgust, were fixed on Marc. “Even if death takes me today… I will never im you as my blood. Ste was right to leave you… you are not worthy of her…”


    The words dissolved into another fit of coughing. Blood spilled from his mouth as his body jerked back against the pillows. The monitor beside him wailed with a sharp rm.


    “Grandpa!!”


    Marc’s panicked cry cracked through the hospital room as he mmed the call button, his face twisted with fear and regret.


    The room exploded into chaos. Doctors and nurses rushed in, swiftly wheeling Truett toward the operating room.


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