The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 250

In the next second, her wrist was seized.

Miles was breathing heavily, clearly having rushed over, bringing a wave of crisp, cool air with him.

He cupped Claire's hand, inspecting it carefully. Finding no burns, the fierce, lethal glare in his eyes softened a fraction.

Claire lightly scratched his palm with her finger, looking confused. "Why are you here?"

"Chloe called me."

"Miles, Claire is the one at fault today..."

Before Alistair could finish his sentence, Yvonne let out a shrill scream and leaped up from the sofa.

Miles had picked up the scalding tea and thrown it right next to her. It didn't burn anyone, but it scared the living daylights out of Yvonne.

"Miles, are you crazy? That's your own niece!"

Miles let go of Claire, his large hand pressing comfortingly against her shoulder. His voice was low, coaxing her like a child.

"Go wait for me outside. There's a swing in the courtyard, go sit for a bit."

Claire tried to speak, but he cut her off.

"Be good."

She hesitated for a moment, then nodded obediently and turned to walk out.

Miles shut the tearoom doors behind her, sealing off all sound.

Yvonne ran over to Alistair, clutching her damp dress, sobbing dramatically.

Alistair's face was blacker than thunder. "Miles, you're defending her so blindly that you won't even listen to reason anymore?"

Miles pulled out a document and placed it on the tea table.

Alistair looked down and froze. Beside him, Yvonne was equally stunned.

"Zimmerman Group Property Renunciation Agreement"

"I have already signed this document. From now on, the resources, connections, and assets of the Zimmerman Group have absolutely nothing to do with me."

Alistair shot up from his seat, his vision swimming with rage as he smashed his teacup onto the floor.

Miles stopped in his tracks.

"You care so much about pride and reputation. That's why my mother waited in vain for twenty years."

"And keep your little statement quiet. Just let the inner circle know."

"Don't let her find out."

He pushed open the tearoom doors.

Alistair flew into a rage. He grabbed a bronze statue from the table and hurled it viciously at Miles. "You disgrace!"

The heavy statue cut through the air and struck the back of the man's left knee. The sharp edge sliced right through his dress pants.

His body went rigid. He slammed a hand against the doorframe, his knuckles turning white as an agonizing wave of pain tore through his left leg.

Alistair froze as well. He stared at the blood blooming across the fabric of Miles's pants. His lips moved, but no words came out.

Miles didn't look back. None of this had anything to do with him anymore.

His eyes and his heart were focused entirely on the person sitting on the swing in the corner of the courtyard.