“If you can’t do it, you can stop being the heir.”
He was being ruthless.
The position of heir was something Wesley had fought tooth and nail to obtain. Frank was certain Wesley wouldn’t give it <ol><li>up. </li></ol>
Before Wesley could reply, Amelia’s <i>voice </i>sounded at the door.
“No way.”
The elegantdy hurried in, grabbing Wesley’s arm. “Wes, don’t be foolish. You’re the only heir of the Carlton family.”
“What’s so good about Prisci? She has no skills and a terrible temper. Why do you insist on keeping her?” Amelia said angrily.
Wesley pressed his lips together, his eyes cold but resolute. “Grandfather, as I said before, I won’t get a divorce, and I won’t give up my inheritance.”
He wanted both Prisci and the inheritance.
Frank let out augh of anger. “Without my decades of experience in the business world, do you think you could be the heir? Don’t overestimate yourself.”
The atmosphere was tense, like a drawn sword.
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Amelia tried to persuade him in a low voice: “Wes, don’t go against your grandfather. Prisci even faked a pregnancy to trick you before. She’s not a good person.”
“Shut up.” Frank’s face darkened as he scolded Amelia. “I think you’re the one who’s not a good person.”
Amelia: “…”
She didn’t understand. Frank clearly didn’t like Prisci, so why did he get angry when she said something bad about her?
“I’ll make her my god–granddaughter,” Frank announced, even casting a look of disdain at Wesley. “Do <i>you </i>think being your wife is such a great position? Let me tell you, get a divorce quickly, so she can be the Carlton family’s youngdy.”
Amelia was stunned. “Wha…what?”
Wesley fell silent.
He couldn’t understand why Frank’s attitude toward Prisci had suddenly changed.
Frank had been adamant about Prisci getting a divorce before, making it clear he didn’t like her.
And now, he wanted Prisci to be his granddaughter?
“I don’t agree,” Wesley objected.
If Prisci became Frank’s granddaughter, how could she still be his wife?
“I think it’s great,” Amelia agreed enthusiastically.
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The position of granddaughter was nowhere near as important as being Wesley’s wife.
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Besides, a nominal granddaughter couldn’t stir up much trouble.
As long as Wesley could get a divorce, that was enough.
Frank nodded, very satisfied with Amelia’s response.
He waved his hand. “It’s settled, then.”
He nned to go across the hall to tell Bonnie about it.
He figured she would be happy, and maybe she could help him sort himself out.
Frank often wandered over when he had nothing to do, but Bonnie never gave him a proper look. The way she looked at him was as if he were a stranger.
Thinking of this, his mood soured, and he waved everyone
out.
They reached the door.
Amelia pulled Wesley aside and whispered, “Could Sir Carlton have taken a liking to Prisci?”
She had only agreed with Sir Carlton earlier because she wanted her son to get a divorce. Now that she thought it through, a chill ran down her spine.
Frank was certainly capable of something like that.
When he was young, he was a notorious womanizer, changing women one after another.
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He had been quiet for more than a decade in his old age, so it would be normal if he wanted a woman to keep himpany.
But for him to actually set his sights on Prisci?
The more Amelia thought about it, the darker her expression
became.
“How could the Carlton family be involved in such a scandal? It’s all that wretched girl Prisci’s fault.” She gnashed her teeth in hatred.
Wesley frowned. “What does this have to do with Prisci? She doesn’t even know about it.”
He warned Amelia, “Don’t go around spreading rumors.”
Amelia wanted to argue, but seeing her son’s expression, she
held back.
In the ward across the hall, Prisci had showered and
changed her clothes. Seeing that Bonnie was still asleep, she
went to the next room to rest.
But her sleep was restless.
Every time she closed her eyes, she saw Wesley’s mocking, flippant face.
Wesley entered quietly, moving with care.
Prisci was fast asleep, her long ck hair spread across the white pillow, making her thin, pale face look even more fragile. Her brows were furrowed in unease, as if she was burdened with countless grievances.
He watched her silently for a long time, then left as quietly as
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When Prisci woke up, her body felt weak and her mind was
groggy.
She thought it was just a bad night’s sleep and didn’t pay
much attention, opening the door to go out.
Outside, she heard Frank’s muffled voice.
“Now we… it’s… fate.”
“What happened before, I… will make it up…”
“Since Prisci is yours… she is also mine… don’t worry… I
will…”
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