chapter1248

Beatrice gently took Remington by the hand, and the two elderly figures shuffled back to their room,

their movements slow and unsteady.

Alaric watched his grandparents leave, his heart heavy with worry. He had been on the verge of calling

out to them. They were his and Hertha's last hope.

If they gave up, then all hope would indeed be lost.

"Grand..." Alaric began, but before he could finish, Angelina's hand clamped over his mouth, muffling

his words.

Remington and Beatrice, advanced in their years and hard of hearing, didn't catch Alaric's muffled call.

Frustrated, Alaric shoved Angelina's hand away and burst out, "Mom, why do you always have to be

against me?"

Angelina, taken aback by his accusation, felt a stab of pain in her heart. "You ungrateful boy," she

lamented. "You're my only son. Everything I do is for your good, and you don't even see it!"

"Yeah, I'm your only son, so why do you keep picking on me?" Alaric frowned, his voice rising as he

recalled the morning's events, which made him feel like he was suffocating.

He had never felt this distressed over a woman before.

Just this once, he wanted to be serious, and yet Angelina seemed to thwart him at every turn.

"What? Picking on you?" Angelina, incredulous, pointed to herself, her heart shattering. She had

poured her soul into planning for her son’s future, and it had all been misconstrued as antagonism.

"Alaric, let me tell you something," she said, her voice heavy with emotion. "Everyone else can criticize

me, say I'm meddling. Your grandparents can even accuse me of trying to cozy up to the Reeds to

secure my influence, and I’ll take it with no explanations. But not you!"

Tears welled up in Angelina's eyes as she looked at her son, her voice firm yet filled with sorrow.

Alaric, seeing his mother in such distress, looked away, quietly seething.

Angelina swallowed hard, then continued, "You have no idea how many people in the company are

backing your cousin Jeremiah Falconer. He's about to marry the Suttner heiress. He has the support of

the company veterans with a major family backing him. The Falconer Group is practically in his hands

already. And you? Look at yourself! You’ve wasted your days in frivolity without a care in the world!

What have you ever accomplished? If you lose the Reed family's support, you'll be ousted from the

Falconer family and left penniless once Jeremiah takes over the Falconer Group!"

By the end, Angelina's voice was low but laced with frustration and disappointment.

"Isn't there still Dad and Grandma and Grandpa?" Alaric retorted, looking up defiantly.

"If that's the case, what's so bad about Jeremiah taking over the Falconer Group?" Alaric tried to

console Angelina, taking a contrary stance. "I've never been cut out for corporate management

anyway. Maybe living as an ordinary person wouldn't be so bad—going to work, making enough to

support myself. A simple, unremarkable life and what's wrong with that?" Updated at Draмаnоvеls.cоm

Angelina had always been heartbroken over Alaric's transformation, unable to fathom what had caused

her son to become so indifferent.