Juniper stood quietly by the potted plant upstairs, listening to the conversation before retreating to her room.
She stared at the ceiling. Nelson was right; Lydia and Lucas were tearing each other apart.
Ever since his son was ruined, Harold had despised Lydia. Now that she was dumping the project's failure on him, he went straight to his brother, Raymond.
Old Mr. Thorne had three children. Marcus was the eldest, and Lydia was his only daughter. However, Marcus was secretly grooming other successors just in case Lydia ever stumbled.
The second son, Harold, only had one child, Lucas, and now his only heir was destroyed.
The third son, Raymond, had a son and a daughter, but they had always been overshadowed by Lydia and hadn't achieved much.
Harold poured Raymond a glass of whiskey as he brought up his son. "My boy always idolized Lydia. He treated her words like gospel, so whatever he said in those family chats has to be true. She was using him. Speaking of which, the marriage between the Thornes and Saints hasn't even been publicly announced or celebrated. Who knows what's really going on? That girl is vicious, and we can't afford to sit around waiting to be slaughtered."
Raymond stared into his glass. He was the most passive of the brothers, and his kids weren't particularly ambitious. He hesitated to agree.
Seeing his cowardly demeanor, Harold scoffed. "I know you think the family is too big to fail and that we can weather this storm. Just you wait. Lydia provoked Nelson, and that man is a lunatic. Who knows what's coming next? He doesn't even respect his own family, let alone ours."
Gripping his glass, Raymond murmured awkwardly, "Dad values Lydia the most. If she steps down, who's going to replace her?"
Harold looked him dead in the eye and patted his shoulder. "My son is already ruined. You're the only one left with a pair of kids. They might not be exceptional, but if Lydia falls, your branch takes over. Think about whether you want to team up with me."



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