Chaos Girl Rewrites the Script novel Chapter 759

"Grandpa... I'm sorry."

Between a thought of grace and a thought of malice, everything changed.

When Caspian had first revealed the evidence, Alaric's mind immediately went to his own suffering, sparking a profound resentment and blinding him to the truth.

But he had overlooked the most obvious fact: if Caspian truly intended to let those crimes slide, why would he painstakingly gather and preserve the evidence?

It was because his grandfather was waiting for them to grow up.

Deep down, he had always known that being sent to St. Helorian Chapel wasn't a punishment based on malicious rumors—it had been a desperate move to protect him.

Caspian let out a long breath, a bleak expression settling on his weathered face. "After Sebastian passed away, the Ravenshire family lost our military backing. The Council Speaker's position is the only thing keeping the courts and the government in check. If Dorian falls from grace, the Ravenshire family takes a catastrophic hit."

"Leander and the third branch have been building their networks for years. The Ravenshire Group and the family itself are bound together like flesh and bone. If I tried to violently carve out the rot, opportunistic predators would swarm in and devour us whole. In these power struggles, it's always a matter of life and death. You only need to look at the Whitmore and Montclair families to see that."

With those words, the old man leaned on his cane and slowly stood up, his calm, piercing gaze sweeping over the three young men. "Years ago, the entire Ravenshire clan sacrificed themselves for this country, leaving only me—a useless playboy—to hold the family together. To protect this household, I've betrayed countless people in my lifetime. If I can't uphold the glory of this family, how can I face our ancestors when I die? So, hear me clearly today: as long as I am breathing, no one touches the foundation of the Ravenshire family. If you want revenge, climb to the absolute top and hold up the sky yourselves. If you lack the ability to do that, then shut your mouths and behave."

The flickering candlelight threw long, slanted shadows across the Ancestral Hall. Caspian leaned heavily on his cane, stepping over the scattered documents as he slowly walked out.

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A cool evening breeze brushed his face as the septuagenarian stood by the pond, listening to the hum of the cicadas.

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