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    Cecilia stayed silent; she was merely here to watch the drama unfold.


    But Amelia halted, staring at Cecilia’s belly. “Why keep such trash bloodline? Just let them all die.”


    Cecilia shielded her belly, sensing Amelia’s madness.


    She doubted the maid could restrain her.


    “Have you considered who’d actually leave if you divorced?”


    Cecilia truly wanted no part in this, but Amelia knew nothing beyond rage–not the brightest.


    She feared Amelia might snap.


    Amelia clenched her jaw. “Of course it’s me.


    They were Carltons, and she was the outsider.


    Cecilia countered, “But if you divorce, I think he’d be the one leaving.”


    Amelia froze. “Impossible.“–


    Cecilia knew Wesley well enough to say it.


    Suddenly, loud bangs erupted downstairs.


    Brendon’s furious voice followed. “Wesley, are you crazy? How dare you hit me!”


    The only reply was the thud of fists hitting flesh.


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    Frank made no move to intervene.


    Amelia stood paralyzed on the stairs.


    She could vividly picture Wesley dragging Brendon around by the cor.


    Brendon’s shouts turned to pleas within minutes.


    A maid whispered cautiously, “Ma’am, perhaps you should go upstairs.”


    Ignoring her, Amelia rushed downstairs instead.


    Cecilia instinctively gripped the railing, searing Amelia might grab her.


    Amelia reached the living room.


    Her eyes locked on her son.


    Red marks streaked across Wesley’s face.


    Clearly, Brendon had fought back.


    Amelia covered her mouth and/burst into tears.


    “Wesley.”


    Wesley nced back, frowning.


    Brendon scrambled up from the floor, flushed with humiliation and rage. “Have you lost your mind, Wesley? Hitting me over some outsider!”


    “Divorce papers. Sign them and get out.”


    Wesley tossed a document.


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    Fresh off the press, delivered by Elijah moments ago.


    Brendon fumed, but couldn’t defy his son. He snatched the papers, scanning hastily before looking up in disbelief.


    “You want me to take nothing with me?”


    “Wesley, you’ve truly lost it.”


    Since when did sons kick fathers out?


    “You’ll get ten thousand monthly.”


    Wesley announced coldly.


    His ultimate act of mercy.


    Brendon refused. That wouldn’t cover a single expensive bottle of wine.


    Wesley sneered, “Then you get nothing.”


    “You-” Brendon choked on his rage, powerless.


    The Carlton heir was Wesley.


    He stood seething with resentment.


    “If I’d known you’d turn out so ungrateful, I’d never have agreed to make you the heir.”


    Brendon regretted deeply.


    Wesley shrugged his shoulders, his gaze icy.


    “Was it you who let me?”


    For the first time, he showed undisguised contempt toward his father.


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    Brendon grew red–faced and furious. “If I hadn’t convinced your grandfather and aunt, do you really think you’d be the heir?


    Don’t overestimate yourself.”


    Wesley remained expressionless, urging coldly, “Just sign the divorce papers.”


    Brendon turned to the silent Frank. “Dad, aren’t you going to rein him. in?”


    Frank lifted his eyelids slightly. “Just sign it when you’re done making


    a scene.”


    He made his stance clear.


    He supported his son’s divorce–and demanded Brendon leave with nothing.


    “Dad?”


    Brendon stared in disbelief. “That Larissa… I genuinely don’t remember anything. Maybe… she isn’t even mine.”


    Losing his son was one thing, but his own father demanding he leave penniless?


    Brendon couldn’t ept it.


    As for Tania… he truly had no recollection.


    Amelia finally realized she’d wronged Wesley, her heart filled with guilt.


    At that moment, she fesolved firmly:


    “I’ll sign.”


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    She signed the papers and handed the divorce agreement to Brendon, her eyes teary yet relieved.


    “You’re free now.


    But Brendon changed his tune. “Amelia.”


    The thought of losing the Carlton family’sfort terrified him–ten thousand a month felt like a death sentence.


    “Lynn,” he pleaded softly, “I promise I’ll stay home and keep youpany from now on. Please?”


    Mrs. Carlton shot him an icy re before turning away.


    “Get out.”


    Cecilia remained frozen in ce as Mrs. Carlton approached, lowering her gaze.


    She hated dealing with Mrs. Carlton.


    The older woman stopped before her, voice still frosty. “Cecilia, you—”


    Long ustomed to bossing Cecilia around, she now faltered.


    Frowning, she finally snapped, “I won’t interfere with you and Wesley anymore.”


    She headed upstairs.


    Downstairs, Brendon stood rigid in the living room.


    But Wesley gave no room for repentance, summoning bodyguards to force his signature.


    Only after signing was Brendon allowed to leave.


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    Frank had stayed silent throughout, speaking just once when Brendon begged him.


    Now he slowly drawled. “Aren’t you afraid people will call you heartless?”


    Wesley handed the documents to Elijah.


    He didn’t care.


    “Whatever.”


    Frank sighed wearily. “He was wrong.”


    Brendon had once abandoned his wife and child to pursue true love elsewhere, living carefree.


    Now, he was merely paying the price for his past.


    “Is your refusal to let Cecilia leave rooted in witnessing your father’s irresponsibility since childhood?”


    Frank asked his grandson.


    Disgust breedsmitment.


    Love, or its depth, paled beside this reason.


    Wesley fell silent. What he truly craved wasmitment to one


    person.


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