Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 24

Back in the gazebo, the moment Vivienne was out of the garden, the old man’s face fell. He raised his cane and pointed it at Dorian’s nose. “Kneel.”

Dorian’s expression changed, but he didn’t dare ask why. He dropped to his knees, the sound echoing in the silent gazebo.

“Dad.”

The old man now lacked any of his earlier kindness, his eyes sharp and piercing. “Don’t call me Dad. I, Caspian, have no such heartless, ungrateful son.”

Dorian didn’t dare argue, bowing his head to the floor. “Dad, please calm down. It’s my fault. I’ve brought trouble to you and the Ravenshire family.”

The old man closed his eyes, not wanting to look at him. He tapped his cane on the ground with a soft, steady rhythm. “Over thirty lives. How could you have the heart to do it?”

Dorian didn't dare lift his head, keeping it pressed to the ground. “Dad, I handled this matter poorly. I truly didn't expect Victoria to be so insane, to hire someone to commit arson just to kill Cyril and his mother. Dad, she was retaliating because I sent Jaxen abroad.”

“And you have the nerve to bring that up? Throughout history, how many great men have been brought down by troubles brewing in their own household!” Caspian narrowed his eyes, his tone suddenly shifting. “I don’t know what connections the Montclair family has made these past few years, but their rise has been swift. If this continues, they won’t just overshadow the Whitmores and the Everharts; they might even eclipse our Ravenshire family.”

Dorian’s face paled. “With you here, Grandpa, those young Montclairs won't be able to stir up any real trouble.”

Caspian snorted. “Can’t stir up trouble? Merriton City is Athelvia’s largest port city. Your wife set fire to a hillside just to kill a mistress, taking over thirty lives in the Westvale District without a second thought. And you call that not being able to stir up trouble?”

A month ago, a major incident occurred in Merriton City. A fire in a villa in the affluent Berlin district spread, killing thirty-five innocent citizens in the blaze and smoke.

Caspian was shaking with anger. “You two really are a matched pair, one ruthless and the other cunning. Do you truly believe you can get away with anything?!”

“Dad!” Dorian couldn’t admit to that. He rose to his knees and grabbed the old man’s cane. “I had no choice. The Montclair family is at the height of its power right now. Victoria and I are a single unit; if something happens to her, I’ll be implicated too.”

This only fueled Caspian’s anger. “So you’re saying you approved of your wife murdering them to silence them?”

Dorian’s heart skipped a beat, and he immediately denied it. “Dad, Even a monster wouldn't turn on his own flesh and blood. I only hid Cyril and his mother; I never had any intention of killing them. It was Victoria who was too vicious!”

Caspian laughed coldly. “You still have the nerve to say that? Did you forget what Vivienne called you just now?”

Dorian’s face darkened. He and Victoria had another son, Jaxen Ravenshire, who had been sent away by the old man to study in Solenforth three years ago after causing a car accident that killed two and injured one during a street race.

“Dad, Cyril isn’t like Jaxen. Victoria is always worried that Cyril will compete with Jaxen, which is why she refuses to let him be. But I know Cyril. He’s always been obedient and has no intention of competing with Jaxen. If it weren’t for this incident, he would already be a student at the United International Academy.”

The United International Academy was a consortium of universities in Solenforth that accepted top students from around the world. Unlike regular universities, its graduates usually went on to advanced research, becoming leading figures in their fields.

Although the Ravenshire children didn’t typically pursue traditional academic paths, a ticket to the UIA was indeed proof that Cyril was more than a cut above his peers.

The old man raised an eyebrow. “The one you carefully raised at home is a complete degenerate, while the one you left to fend for himself outside is a genius? You certainly have a knack for raising sons, don’t you?”

Dorian had no response to the jab. “Dad, please, just forgive me this once.”

Caspian thought for a moment, then waved his hand. “Bring the boy here. Let me have a look.”