His Destructive, Toxic Love novel Chapter 476

"Well, look who finally remembered his old man," Tristan greeted, a smirk playing on his lips.

"Seems like life's been treating you well," Casper retorted, standing at the doorway without moving a muscle. "I assume Dillon already filled you in. Now, I want to hear your side."

"Dillon claimed I sent someone to kill you?" Tristan spat, his eyes flashing with indignation. "That's pure nonsense. He's lost his marbles, and it sounds like you have too."

"Wasn't you?" Casper's brow furrowed.

"Casper, you're my son. Why would I want to kill you? Even if..." Tristan's face clouded with a mix of hurt and frustration, "...even if I did favor Shaun more, I'd never go that far. Do you really see me as that heartless?"

Tristan's expression seemed genuine enough.

But then again, who else would pin such a grave accusation on him out of the blue?

"I'll get to the bottom of this with Zach," Casper said, his tone resolute.

"Be my guest," Tristan replied, taking a measured sip from his glass. "Sure, Shaun's got ambition, but he's locked up. How'd he have the means or the pull to hire a hitman? For free, no less?"

Tristan's logic seemed airtight.

Casper's dark eyes stayed unreadable. "Alright, since you're so sure of yourself, answer me this: When I was presumed dead after falling off that cliff, why did you help Zach take over Welton International? Was it because I was gone, or did you think Caroline couldn't handle it? You let an illegitimate child inherit Welton International—what were you thinking?"

"This…" Tristan's voice trailed off, the weight of the accusation hanging in the air.

He couldn't find the words. It was a mess, but at the time, he genuinely believed Casper was gone for good. Welton International was meant to be passed down to a man, not a woman, and certainly not to a kid barely out of diapers.

Handing it to Zach seemed like the only option.

"If I'd known you'd survive, I wouldn't have created this mess for myself," Tristan admitted.