When Love Finds Its Way Back (Cassienne and Dreston) novel Chapter 362

Chapter Three Hundred And Sixty-One: My Father Destroyed Himself 

Outside Richardson’s Vineyard, everything looked peaceful and quiet. 

The first light spread across the wide fields, touching the rows of grapevines with a pale golden glow. From a distance, the estate looked peaceful, almost beautiful. It looked like the kind of place where wealthy families hosted private tastings, signed expensive contracts, and pretended old money had no secrets buried beneath it. 

But deep inside one of the private buildings far away from the main estate house, Garry Richardson sat alone. 

The room he had been kept in was large enough to be comfortable, yet every corner of it rerainded him that comfort was not freedom. The curtains were drawn. The doors were watched. His phone had been taken from him days ago. Two men stood outside the entrance at all times, and although they were polite enough not to touch him unnecessarily, Garry knew what would happen if he tried to leave. 

He leaned back against the sofa and stared at the ceiling. 

He had stopped counting the hours. 

At first, he tried to keep track. Morning. Afternoon. Night. Meals. Footsteps. Conversations outside the door. The number of times his uncle came to see him. The number of times the guards changed positions. But after a while, the days began to lose shape. 

That irritated him more than the captivity itself. 

Garry Richardson was not a man used to waiting helplessly. 

He ran a family business that stretched across different markets. He had grown up around money, ambition, and pressure. He had faced competitors, ruthless suppliers, arrogant investors, and family politics. None of that had prepared him for being held prisoner by his own uncle. 

The door opened. 

Garry did not bother looking immediately, because he already knew who it was. 

Only one person walked into the room with that much arrogance. 

Donatus Richardson entered slowly, holding a cane he did not truly need. At sixty-seven, he was still tall and broad-shouldered, with silver hair brushed neatly away from his face. His suit was expensive, his shoes polished, and his expression controlled. Anyone who saw him from outside would think he was a respectable elder statesman of the Richardson family. 

Garry knew better. 

“Good morning,” Donatus said. 

Garry finally looked at him. “Is it?” 

Donatus smiled faintly. “You have always had your father’s mouth.” 

“And unfortunately, your stubbornness.” 

The two guards near the door stiffened slightly, but Donatus raised a hand. “Leave us. 

The men hesitated. 

Donatus turned his head slowly. “Did I repeat myself?” 

They stepped out immediately and closed the door behind them. 

Garry watched his uncle move toward the chair opposite him. Donatus sat down with the calmness of a man who still believed he controlled everything. 

For a while, neither spoke. 

Then Garry said, “You look tired.” 

Donatus’ eyes narrowed. “And you look like someone who should have learned silence by now.” 

Garry laughed softly. “If you wanted silence, you should have kidnapped a different nephew.” 

The older man’s expression remained unreadable, but Garry saw the irritation in his eyes. 

Good. 

At least he could still irritate him. 

Donatus leaned back. “I came to check on you.”. 

“No,” Garry replied. “You came to see if I have changed my mind.” 

“Have you?” 

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