?Chapter 592:


    Already resentful of Gerald’s favoritism toward Wesley, Lawrence became even more enraged when he heard her words. “Wesley must be removed from his position! How can a wild, unprincipled son like him be fit to lead the Spencer Group?”


    Gerald closed his eyes in sheer exasperation. Just looking at them was enough to raise his blood pressure. His already frail heart clenched from the weight of Lawrence’s relentless provocations.


    Gerald’s voice came out strained but firm as he held his chest. “Get out. All of you.”


    Lawrence’s brows furrowed, but he didn’t move.


    Just then, a cold, authoritative voice cut through the tension. “When ites to being heartless, no one holds a candle to you, Lawrence.”


    Wesley stepped into the room, his face unreadable. For years, Lawrence had secluded himself in Plum Mansion, never caring about Gerald’s health. He reaped the benefits of the Spencer family yet paid no mind to Gerald. What right did someone like him have to pass judgment on others?


    Lawrence’s expression darkened the moment he saw Wesley. “You wretched bastard!”


    Gerald’s expression softened the moment he saw Wesley. “Why are you back? Everything settled at work?”


    Wesley gave a small nod. “Yeah. Just a few nobodies stirring up trouble — nothing serious.”


    Wesley sat beside Gerald, one leg casually crossed. His sharp gazended on the three across from him. “Grandpa, who pissed you off this time?”


    Lawrence mmed his fist on the table, his voice booming. “Wesley! Just because you run the Spencer Group now doesn’t mean you can do whatever the hell you want. I’m still your father!”


    Wesley had heard this same tired speech more times than he could count.


    Wesley’s nk expression only made Lawrence angrier.


    Lawrence’s face turned red with rage, veins bulging. Zoie panicked, patting his chest. “Calm down, honey! You just got out of the hospital. You can’t let Wesley push your blood pressure up again — especially not in front of Gerald!” She turned to Wesley, voice sharp. “No matter what, Lawrence is still your father. You can’t treat him like this. Apologize!”


    Wesley let out a coldugh. “Apologize? To him?” His voice dripped with disdain. “My grandfather has already made the rules. You three are all banned from this house. So leave — unless you want me to throw you out myself.”


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    Zoie’s expression froze, fury flickering in her eyes. If she had seen thising, she would’ve gotten rid of Wesley years ago.


    Zoie opened her mouth to argue, but the butler was already leading the trio to the door. Theo, weighed down by guilt, avoided Wesley’s gaze and approached the door.


    Lawrence and Zoie were kicked out, humiliated and furious.


    Gerald watched Wesley carefully, hesitation in his eyes.


    Wesley didn’t wait for Gerald to speak. “Grandpa, your healthes first. Stop stressing about thepany.”


    Gerald sighed, recognizing that Wesley wasn’t going to budge.


    This mess was all Lawrence’s fault, and there was nothing Gerald could do to fix it.


    After the humiliation at the Spencer family estate, Zoie had no interest in dealing with Lawrence. Without a second thought, she grabbed her credit card and headed to Uchison Mall.


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