After Wynette had sent Adriel to his company, he had Blaze drive him straight back to the Gallagher residence.
Carl and Lila preferred quiet, so they had always stayed at the main Gallagher Estate.
But Adriel's parents, unable to adapt to the old man's way of life, had long since moved out.
Their home was a villa in the city center.
When Adriel arrived, Dominic sat in the living room with a dark expression, a cold, oppressive aura hanging around him.
On the side, Avessa sat quietly, looking slightly at a loss.
"Adriel." Avessa noticed him the moment he walked in.
She stood up and walked toward him. "I made some soup in the kitchen. I'll go get you a bowl."
As she spoke, she turned toward the kitchen.
"Stop right there," Dominic called her back. "Sit down. Why would he drink soup at this hour?"
Avessa stiffened slightly.
She looked at him timidly. "He doesn't come home often. Just talk to him nicely... Don't always get angry."
Facing her husband's impatient gaze, her voice grew softer and softer at the end.
She had never really had a presence in this house, especially not in front of Dominic.
Dominic had always been the final authority, and she had never dared to contradict him.
Over the years, their marriage had always been this way—strong man, weak woman.
As the person living it, Avessa had long since grown used to his dominance and rigid masculinity.
At that glance from him, she froze in place, hands clenched, not daring to speak again.
Adriel only glanced at Avessa indifferently.
He walked slowly over and sat down in front of Dominic, posture lazy. "Dad, what exactly did you call me back for?"
In truth, even if Dominic hadn't said it, Adriel already knew.
It was most likely about him and Wynette, another lecture delivered under the guise of a father's authority.
At the thought, a faint mocking curve appeared at the corner of Adriel's lips.
Dominic slammed the table in anger. "What kind of attitude is that? Do I need to beg you to come home? Don't think just because Gallagher Group is in your hands, you can do whatever you want.
"There are countless branch relatives waiting for you to make a mistake and pull you down, and yet you're still doing these reckless things. Adriel, you've really grown bold."
The more he spoke, the more furious he became.
His anger burned like a raging fire.
At that moment, he almost wanted to tear into Adriel and vent everything he had been holding back.
However, Adriel simply listened quietly. Under Dominic's dark expression, he curled his lips in disdain. "If they're so capable of pulling me down, let them try. I've got nothing to fear.
"I've said it before, my own matters I can handle myself. You're getting old, so stop worrying about things you shouldn't. I don't need it."
He stated his position plainly right in front of Dominic.
He was still willing to speak calmly only because the man hadn't yet crossed certain lines.
Of course, whether he would remain calm after that was another matter entirely.
Their interactions had always been like this—polite at first, then collapsing like a meteor hitting the ground, war breaking out instantly.
Avessa could already feel the tension between father and son.
A headache welled up in her immediately.


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