Chapter 410 Declaration
Chapter 410 Declaration
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Tyrell had been absent from Sommerville for four years. But as soon as Sean heard his name, memories came flooding back.
He was the man who had raised Melody, a man with hardly a penny to his name.
An old man, with two sons, who had taken in a beautiful girl and raised her as his own.
Meanwhile, his sons were nothing special—thin, dark, and unremarkable.
How could a father treat his own children so differently?
The details were hard to ignore.
When Melody returned to the Shields at the age of 16, she was stunning–more so than Suzanna, who had been pampered her whole life.
Melody wore dresses that looked expensive, but never flaunted the price. Her eyes sparkled with a depth that seemed almost unreal.
She stood next to Martin, her gaze distant when it fell on the people of the Shields.
But when it came to Martin, and her so–called older brothers and adoptive father, she leaned on them with an unquestioning trust.
Still, as a young woman, she should have distanced herself from those men, especially her father and brother.
After all, the Tuckers were simply the family who had taken her in.
The facts made Sean want to do nothing more than get rid of Tyrell when he saw him. He wanted to make sure the man would never come back to Sommerville.
But, fortunately, Martin had been in a coma ever since the accident. Tyrell had left, taking his broken son with him, embarrassed and defeated.
That saved Sean the trouble of dealing with them directly.
“Tyrell, you’re back in Sommerville?
“Came to collect your dead son, now that his time is nearly up?”
Sean had disliked Tyrell for years. This was his chance to finally mock him.
He looked at the white cloth Tyrell wore and couldn’t help but laugh.
“Looks like Martin’s gone, huh? You’ve even got the mourning cloth on for him. I shouldn’t dig into your wounds, but… maybe it’s time to let go.”
Sean spoke just to provoke Tyrell, to get a reaction.
He didn’t think twice about the cloth on Tyrell’s head or the connection to Avenstras.
In Sean’s eyes, the Tuckers were just a poor, rundown family from a corner of Sommerville.
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Chapter 410 Declaration
There was no way they could have anything to do with Avenstras.
To him, Martin was dead, and Tyrell was just mourning.
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Melody stood frozen, her moment of joy at seeing Tyrell instantly dashed by Sean’s harsh words. Each one felt like a blow, stripping away whatever warmth had been there before.
She stepped forward, her eyes narrowing. Despite him being her biological father, all she could feel for him now was disdain.
“Sean, how dare you speak about Martin like that? How dare you attack my father?
“And your ridiculous accusations? They make me sick. Yes, I have the Veinspire Codex, but it’s mine, and I won’t be giving it to Suzanna to try and fix Cameron’s legs.
“Even if I did let her, she wouldn’t be able to help him.”
Her words lingered in the air, and they had an immediate effect. Sean, along with Cameron–who had just arrived in his wheelchair with Suzanna–looked visibly shocked.
“Melody! I’m your father!” Sean shouted, his face turning red with anger.
“Everything that’s yours belongs to me. I’m telling you now–give Suzanna the Veinspire Codex. Don’t stand there claiming she can’t save Cameron!”
Seeing Cameron finally, Sean remembered the reason he’d come in the first place: Cameron’s legs.
He hurried toward Melody, intent on taking the Veinspire Codex from her hands.
But in one smooth motion, Melody tossed the Veinspire Codex back into its box. She smiled, her confidence clear as she spoke.
“I don’t need the Veinspire Codex anymore. I’m canceling the Moonflora Island lease early and returning Cleussau to its rightful territory.”
Sean was taken aback, completely unprepared for her response.
The onlookers were silent, stunned by her actions.
Tyrell remained calm, his eyes unreadable. He knew the importance of the Veinspire Codex for saving Martin, but he trusted Melody.
She would never give up on him.
Cameron stared, his face contorting with shock and disbelief. “Melody, is this how you want me to die?”
Melody tilted her head, her smile cold. “Mr. Shield, what are you talking about? Do you think I’d be happy if you died? No, watching you live a life as a cripple would be far more satisfying.”
Suzanna, horrified, whispered, “Is Melody completely out of her mind?”
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