The Girlboss Begs for Remarriage

"You can't do this, Dad!" Rob cried. "No father should outlive his son are you really going to watch me live the rest of my life a cripple?!" However, Glen had long since resolved himself, especially when he saw the spiteful glared Rob shot at Vicky earlier.

He must not allow Rob any chance to hurt the family again and must pay for his crimes, even if Rob was his own son! "Mr. Turnbull, isn't that a little too much..."

Still, even the members of the Turnbull branch families were not sure about Glen's judgment, as it was worse than killing Rob.

Rob quickly jumped in. "Y-Yeah, Dad! You can't do this to me?!"

"I said, he will be punished according to family rules!" Glen barked before turning towards the two sentries nearby. "Do you not understand me?! Get him out of here!" "Yes, Mr. Turnbull!"

The two sentries did a double take but quickly dragged Rob out of the ballroom even as he cried and pleaded.

"Dad!!!"

Rob's scream was shrill and harrowing, but Glen glowered, not shying from enforcing family rules.

Still, he was grimacing, his cheeks visibly twitching and pain showing in his eyes.

He must go through with it for the sake of the Turnbull family, even if it meant punishing his own son.

"Well then. Now it's time we have a proper discussion about what we should do, since the Lionhearts are really breathing down our necks..."

Glen smiled coolly as he looked upon the members of the Turnbull branch families, all of whom were glowering as well.

The Lionhearts were completely out of line this time and basically shitting on their faces!© 2024 Nôv/el/Dram/a.Org.

If the Turnbulls did not do something here, others would really see them as weak!

A day later at Lionheart Estate, a white-haired middle-aged man was seated meditatively on a round cushion in a wooden cabin beside a quiet stream, his eyes closed as he rested. en

The scent of mahogany swirled in the air, giving it a less than mundane vibe.

"Master Lionheart." A Lionheart sentry rushed into the cabin just then.

"What's the hurry?" The white-haired middle-aged man asked calmly without looking up. "It's Jan Lionheart. He's... He's..."

"Dead?"

The white-haired middle-aged man finished the sentry's sentence while slowly opening his eyes... both of which were eerily white, lacking any pupils.

"Yes, he is." The sentry flinched when he saw him open his eyes, and promptly dropped to his knees to avoid the white-haired middle-aged man's gaze.

"Heh. That's what happens when you get too eager for quick success."

The white-haired middle-aged man chuckled, as if Jan's death was frivolous to him, and closed his eyes again. "You may leave."

Still, the sentry began, "Sir, the Turnbulls..."

"They're not going to just let it slide now that the cat is out of the bag. Let them be."

The white-haired middle-aged man said calmly, but then asked quietly, "By the way, how has Titus been?"

The sentry replied respectfully, "He's been meditating recently as he was told to and refrained from getting involved in any family matters."

"Hehe... Not bad, not bad." The

white-haired middle-aged man "It seems that he's really getting his act together... Well, tell him to come see me."

"Yes, Master Lionheart," the sentry replied and left.