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Willard paused for a moment, collecting his thoughts before responding in a calm tone, “Everyone’s eyeing this opportunity, so it’s natural to hear rumors.”
His response dismissed Milo’s concerns without much consideration.
Milo hadn’t expected the conversation to take this turn. But as he thought back to the way Charmaine had spoken about the situation, and the secretive actions of Bennett over the years, he felt a stronger sense of trust in her.
Taking a deep breath, motivated by the company’s best interests, Milo spoke up. “Charmaine told me to pass on a message to you, Jonah. She said we shouldn’t get involved with this project. She’s certain it will end in disaster. It’s up to you whether you believe her or not …
The moment the words left his mouth, the atmosphere in the room shifted dramatically.
The chilling warning hung heavily in the air.
“That’s nonsense!”
Willard had kept his anger in check earlier for Milo’s sake, but the news that Charmaine was behind this only fueled his fury.
Jonah’s expression tightened with frustration. “Milo, if you’re opposing this just because Charmaine said so, that’s reckless.”
Milo quickly tried to explain, “No, Jonah, she spoke with such conviction. I honestly believe what she said!”
Willard was deeply disheartened by his third son’s actions. “How could you be so foolish, listening to that madwoman’s nonsense?”
Olympia, unable to stay silent, added, “Milo, do you understand what this will do to Leah? You’re hurting her feelings.”
Milo paused and glanced at Leah. Her lip was trembling, and her eyes were red, though she remained silent..
Her silence, her strength in enduring this for him, made the Nelsons‘ hearts ache.
And their resentment toward Charmaine only grew.
“That little troublemaker–still causing chaos even after she’s gone. She’s been ruining our family. Now that we’ve finally caught a break, she comes back to destroy it. She’s a curse!”
Valda fumed, adding, “Even Milo’s been deceived by her. What have the Nelsons done to deserve this? Why does she keep tormenting us like this?”
“Grandma, Charmaine didn’t lie to me. It’s really-”
Willard was too angry to look at him. “This project is a golden chance. Who wouldn’t want in? What reason could Charmaine have to stop us from going after it?”
“I… She didn’t explain.”
“You’re driving me insane!” Willard couldn’t even bring himself to look at his son.
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Jonah, after thinking it over, suggested, “Could it be that Mr. Emyr knows something we don’t? Maybe there’s information we’re missing?”
Milo’s eyes lit up. “Yes, that could be it!”
“That’s absurd. At most, it’s just baseless rumors,” Willard muttered, but Jonah’s suggestion made him pause. “Jonah, go check it out. See if there’s any truth to it. And talk to Mr. Read to make sure everything’s on
track.”
Jonah nodded. “Understood.”
Olympia quickly tried to ease the tension. “Let’s cat, let’s eat. The food’s getting cold.”
She served Leah some food, giving her a comforting smile. “Leah, don’t take this to heart. Milo doesn’t mean any harm.”
“I understand, Mom. Milo and Jonah should handle business matters anyway.”
Leah seemed calm, casually rubbing her eyes as she continued eating.
The atmosphere at Eastlake had been heavy for several days.
With the date of Emyr’s flare–up approaching, everyone was feeling on edge.
After the power outage incident, even Kane, who was usually lighthearted, had exploded in anger. No one dared take things lightly anymore.
Charmaine made it a point to check Emyr’s pulse every morning, and it had become noticeably more erratic in the past few weeks.
Even Freya had started visiting more often, under the guise of checking on Emyr’s health.
By the time the weekend came, Charmaine was just about to drift off to sleep when she heard hurried footsteps outside.
It’s late.
A sudden realization hit her, and she quickly threw on a jacket and rushed to Emyr’s room.
She opened the door and saw Alfred and Tad already there. Charmaine’s face shifted with concern.
“Emyr!”
On the bed, the tall man lay curled up, his face pale, sweat dripping from his forehead as he struggled to bear the pain.
Hearing her voice, Emyr barely opened his eyes, squinting as he saw her rush in. His shirt hung loosely from his shoulders, and his brow furrowed deeper in discomfort.
Before he could say anything, another wave of pain hit him. He bit down on his lip, stifling any sound.
