York stared at his phone screen.
He felt as if his body and soul were slowly separating, his mind drifting into a haze. It took several calls from his mother, Wendy, to bring him back.
York followed his mother's gaze to his grandfather. "Grandpa, what did you just say?"
Old Mr. Ferguson's face was grim. "York, business is war. As the CEO, every decision you make must be carefully considered. Terminating the contract with the Quinn family offers us nothing to gain and everything to lose. You've been running the Ferguson Group for years. How could you make such a rookie mistake?"
York stood up and methodically straightened his suit.
"Grandpa, the order has been given," he said. "If you have a problem with it, you can have the board remove me."
The patriarch was so stunned by York's ultimatum that he was left speechless, his face turning ashen.
Sewell, his father, pointed a finger at York, his voice rising in anger. "The entire Ferguson family business will be yours one day! Everything we do is for you!"
"Dad," York asked, his expression unreadable, "have you ever once thought about what kind of life I actually want?"
Father and son glared at each other for a few tense seconds before York, dragging his exhausted body, turned and left.
Wendy followed him to the door, worried. "York, I'm free tomorrow morning. Let me take you to the hospital for a check-up."
"I'm fine, Mom. You don't need to worry," York said, his tone as gentle as he could manage.
Wendy watched her son's lonely, dejected figure retreat, her heart aching with a helpless love.

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