Heartbreak Brings Mr. Right

Domenic’s expression darkened at the resignation in Jordan’s voice.

The brief touch caused Carole’s cheeks to redden.

She stepped back, stealing glances at Domenic.

His handsome features, with his chiseled jawline, stirred something inside her.

It was the first time she felt such a strong attraction to someone.

But then she noticed his damp shirt and unruly hair.

“Domenic, were you caught in the rain? You’re soaked! You should change and take care not to catch a cold.

” Carole expressed concern, reaching out to touch his arm.

Before Domenic could respond, Jordan’s expression soured, his displeasure evident as he glanced at Domenic.

“What happened to you? You’re a mess and smell of alcohol.

”

Realizing his current state was less than dignified, Domenic pursed his lips and murmured, “I’m alright.

”

Jordan sighed heavily, his disappointment evident.

“I understand your company’s situation is challenging, but only when you’re sober can you tackle the issues effectively.

It’s with a clear mind that you can navigate these troubles without feeling overwhelmed.

Look at yourself now, you don’t resemble the CEO of the company; you appear more like a disheveled drunkard.

How can I entrust the Walsh Group to you in this state?”

Jordan remained convinced that Domenic’s drinking was a coping mechanism for his troubles at work.

He had always enforced a strict demeanor on Domenic.This content belongs to Nô/velDra/ma.Org .

No matter the circumstance, Domenic was forbidden from displaying any hint of sadness or attempting to shed tears.

If he wanted to lead the Walsh Group, he had to learn to be emotionally resilient.

Lately, however, Jordan was frequently let down by Domenic.

Not only did Domenic constantly defy Jordan, but he also seemed increasingly disheartened and erratic.

It reminded Jordan of a time when Domenic, merely ten years old, had a complete breakdown after the ashes of his mother were scattered.

His eyes had turned bloodshot, and he had glared at everyone present as if he wanted to consume them whole.

In his frenzy, Domenic had destroyed everything in the room, even resorting to biting Kent, which provided Rupert with an opportunity.

Claiming that Domenic suffered from mental health issues, Rupert had sought to have him committed to a mental institution.

Seeing this as a chance to toughen Domenic up, Jordan had pretended to be ill and refrained from intervening.

Jordan couldn’t fathom how Domenic had endured life in the mental institution.

Yet, to Jordan’s surprise, Domenic didn’t disappoint him.

Within just a month, Domenic had managed to escape from the institution.

When he reappeared before Jordan, he seemed transformed, like a completely different person.

Since his escape from the mental institution, Domenic had shed all traces of fear or panic.

He adopted a calm and indifferent attitude toward everything.

Once he fixed his sights on a goal, he would become ruthless and relentless.

This quality, reminiscent of Jordan’s own demeanor in his youth, was what Jordan admired most about him.

Therefore, Jordan decided to hand over control of the Walsh family business to Domenic.

Over the years, Jordan’s strictness towards Domenic aimed to ensure that he would never lose control and become consumed by emotions for anyone, not even for his mother, and certainly not for Jordan himself.

Only by possessing such qualities could Domenic truly lead the Walsh Group.

With these traits, he could navigate the harsh realities of the world, ensuring the continued growth and influence of the Walsh family for generations to come.

If anyone dared to challenge Domenic’s resolve, they would swiftly meet a grim fate, vanishing from existence without a trace.

Upon hearing Jordan’s words, Domenic lowered his gaze and replied, “I understand, Grandpa.

I’ll have Hendrix bring me some clothes now.

”

“Well, go and change your clothes.

We can’t have you catching a cold again.

Carole, why don’t you go with him?” Jordan gestured towards Carole.

Carole nodded, turning to Domenic.

“Domenic, let’s go.

”

Although Domenic didn’t want Carole to accompany him, he couldn’t risk upsetting his grandpa who was still ill in bed.

Without a word, he left the room.

Carole trailed behind him.

“Domenic, there’s a dressing room on this floor.

You should take off your wet clothes, and I’ll get them dry- cleaned,” Carole suggested.