Where Petals of Vengeance Bloom novel Chapter 318

Kendrick’s face turned red with frustration, his neck practically bulging with rage.

“You!” he snapped. “One of you insists on being a doctor—some noble profession, sure—while the other spends his days loafing around with a pack of good-for-nothings. When I retire, which one of you am I supposed to trust with the company? Am I going to have to train you both for years just to get someone ready?”

Normand gave a careless shrug. “Come on, Vic, why don’t you just give up this whole doctor thing? It’s exhausting! Wouldn’t it be better to run the company? Just think, I’m counting on you to secure my future luxury.”

Victor shot him a glare. “Being a doctor is what I love. I’d rather help people get better than worry about corporate bottom lines. Running a business isn’t my thing at all. Why don’t you take over, Normand? Once you’ve made it big, you can build me a whole string of hospitals.”

“No way,” Normand huffed. “My youth is priceless—I’m not going to waste it behind a desk at the company.”

“Well, I’m not doing it either.”

Neither brother had the slightest interest in inheriting the family business. They both wanted nothing to do with it.

Kendrick was practically fuming. Was it possible that in such a huge company, not a single one of his sons wanted to take the reins?

“Fine, fine!” he barked. “If you won’t take over, then you’d better get married and have kids—immediately! Since I can’t count on you two, I’ll just have to start grooming my grandchildren early.”

At this, Normand’s mind flashed to Mandy’s pretty, intimidating face. He swallowed hard. Winning Mandy over was going to be a long, uphill battle.

So he said, “Why make it so complicated, Dad? You’re only fifty. How about you and Mom have another kid and give us a little brother? Right, Vic?”

Victor nodded solemnly. “Normand’s right, Dad. Instead of waiting around for us to settle down, maybe you and Mom should just get to it.”

Kendrick was hit with another round of exasperation.

“You two little punks! All day long, you avoid responsibility, refuse to run the company, won’t get married, and don’t want kids. What on earth do you plan on doing with your lives?”

He turned sharply to Victor. “And you, Victor—your brother’s still young and foolish, but you’re nearly thirty. You’ve never even brought home a girlfriend. Be honest with me: are you into men?”

Victor froze. “…What?”

“Dad, what are you talking about?” he spluttered. “I don’t have a girlfriend because I’m busy with work! That doesn’t mean I’m into men.”