Bullied and Dumped, But She Won in the End (Adriana) novel Chapter 216

Chapter 216 A War Between Brothers

Chapter 216 A War Between Brothers

“Leave him alone.” Curtis spoke in a low voice, lighting his cigarette.

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Harold was an old fox. He didn’t trust Curtis; that old man worried Curtis would try something against Denton. That’s why he planted a bomb ahead of time to deal with him.

“Did Mr. Harold threaten you?” Kenneth asked quietly.

“Yeah.” Curtis didn’t explain further.

He never thought that one day, his grandfather would turn against him.

Before Curtis went to pick up Adriana, Harold had called him. He told Curtis that Denton had agreed to join the international class. He also said the boy had potential and that Curtis should help him.

In truth, it was a warning. “I’m going to groom Denton now. He’ll replace you and take over the company.”

Harold also reminded him deliberately that since Adriana just lost a baby, she should rest for a while before trying again. That having another child too soon would be bad for her health.

But what Harold really meant was this. If Adriana can lose one child, she can lose a second. As long as she gets pregnant before Denton takes over the company, he’ll take care of the baby.

Curtis let out a cold, mocking laugh.

Harold had crossed the line. The two had a fall out.

“Boss, what do you plan to do?” Kenneth asked quietly.

Curtis didn’t answer.

He wondered what Harold’s face would look like when he found out Adriana was actually the real heiress of the Bartons. Curtis was looking forward to seeing it.

But knowing how unhinged Harold was lately, if he ever discovered that, he might do something insane and actually get rid of Adriana

“Have someone protect my wife around the clock,” Curtis ordered. “But don’t stay too close. Don’t disrupt her daily life.” He didn’t want an open fight with Harold. “Keep a tight watch on the deal with Pastalia. Nothing can go wrong. Once Adriana heads there, I’ll shift my focus to Pastalia too.”

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Chapter 216 A War Between Brothers

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“Mr. Langford couldn’t win against us. Don’t worry, Boss,” Kenneth said confidently. Their business partners in Pastalia preferred Curtis anyway.

Curtis nodded. He didn’t want to drive Harold to his death. If he couldn’t fight him, at least he could avoid him. Honestly, he just wanted to drop everything and spend two quiet years with Adriana in Pastalia.

Harborton.

Night had settled over the Dreamnight Lounge. The garden was quiet, and Harold was still outside, carefully trimming a flower he’d planted in the shade.

The butler walked over, clearly uneasy. “Mr. Harold, Mr. Matthew is here.”

Harold set down the pruning shears and nodded. “Let him in.”

“Mr. Harold …” Ernest hesitated but decided to speak anyway. “Do you really have to do this to Mr. Curtis?”

Harold sighed. “You and I both know Curtis. From the moment Michael and Denton came back, we had fallen out. With Curtis’s temper, once we’re openly against each other, how could he ever tolerate Michael and Denton?”

One side was his only son and a grandson he adored. The other side was Curtis.

Harold knew the truth–yes, all of them were his descendants. But Michael and Denton were not the same person. One was unreliable and careless. The other was innocent, kind, and yet to be tested by the world.

If Harold didn’t raise Denton high enough, far above the reach of danger, then once he was gone, what waited for Michael and Denton would be Curtis. And Curtis would not show mercy. He would wipe them out completely, leaving no roots behind.

“I’m doing this for the family,” Harold whispered his voice tired. “So that after I’m gone, they won’t turn against each other. I don’t want to see brothers become enemies.” His shoulders looked thinner, his back slightly hunched, a proud man slowly growing old.

Ernest understood his fears. He also felt sorry for Curtis, who had carried the family alone for so many years. But Ernest was just a butler. He couldn’t choose sides. He couldn’t change the future.

He let out a quiet sigh and helped Harold sit down on the garden bench.

Moments later, Matthew arrived–calm, polite, and controlled.

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