After dinner, Oliver suggested that Nyla take Mason to the living room to rest while he cleaned the table and washed the dishes.Nyla instinctively declined, "You don't have to. You're a guest.""I'm also your boyfriend," Oliver replied, raising an eyebrow. "As your boyfriend, it's only right that I wash the dishes after dinner. I can't let you do everything."Reluctantly, Nyla nodded. "Alright, I'll listen to you."Oliver tidied up the table, washed the dishes, wiped down the kitchen counters, and mopped the floor before heading to the living room.Nyla was playing with Mason, competing to see who could stack the blocks faster.Mason was quick, nearly finishing with no blocks out of place, while Nyla's stack was a chaotic mess, teetering as if it could fall at any moment.Oliver watched them with a gentle gaze. He asked, raising an eyebrow, "Nyla, do you want me to help?"Nyla looked up and met Oliver's smiling eyes.Just as she was about to respond, a loud crash interrupted
Nyla pressed her lips together before replying softly, "Mr. Sumner, please come in."Damon entered, holding Mason, and glanced at Oliver, who was standing in the middle of the living room."Mr. Raynor, I hope I'm not interrupting," he said.Oliver met his gaze without hesitation. "Not at all."Their eyes locked, and although both were smiling, the atmosphere felt tense, as if the air had thickened around them.Nyla placed the watermelon on the table and broke the silence. "Mr. Sumner, Oliver, have a seat."Oliver looked at her warmly. "Is it okay for me to be here while you and Mr. Sumner talk? If it's not a good time, I can step out.""It's fine. There's nothing to worry about," she replied.As Damon listened to their conversation, bitterness swelled in his heart, and he subconsciously tightened his grip on Mason.Mason exclaimed, "Daddy, you're holding me too tight!"Nyla and Oliver turned to Damon, who quickly loosened his grip on Mason and said apologetically, "I'm sorry,
Seeing the hostility in Damon's eyes, Oliver let out a light laugh. "Mr. Sumner, I don't mean to offend. I've watched Buddy grow up, so protecting him is my responsibility."Damon's expression remained cold. "I can protect my own son."After saying that, he turned to Nyla, his face impassive. "If you move in with Mr. Raynor, then Buddy can move back to the villa. If you and Buddy continue living here, I will send more people to protect you both. I won't allow anyone to take advantage of the situation."Noticing the heavy atmosphere, Mason fell silent, lowering his head and softening his breath.Nyla pressed her lips together.After a long moment, she finally said, "I understand. Buddy and I will continue living here."A bit of the frost in Damon's gaze melted away as he put Mason down and stood up. "It's getting late. I won't disturb you any longer."After saying goodbye to Mason, he turned and left.Oliver stood up and said softly, "Nyla, I have a meeting tomorrow morning, so
The next few days passed uneventfully, and Nyla's tension eased a little.Just after she and Mason finished dinner on Friday night, she suddenly received a call from Brandon."Aunt Nyla, can you bring Buddy to the hospital right now?" Brandon asked.Nyla paused for a moment before speaking. "What happened?"She wasn't particularly close with Brandon, so why would he suddenly ask her to come to the hospital? Could something have happened to Damon?The thought made her heart skip a beat, and her face paled."My grandfather passed away late last night. The lawyer came today to read the will, and he said both you and Buddy need to be present," Brandon explained.Nyla was shocked. She hadn't expected Richard to pass away so suddenly.She asked again, "Didn't he seem to be in good health not long ago?"Brandon sighed and spoke softly. "I'm not sure either. The doctor did say he was gradually recovering, but last night, he suddenly…"Anyway, let's not dwell on that now. If you're av
"Third, to my eldest son, Cyrus Sumner, I leave the legacy of my own selfishness and cold-heartedness, hoping he will make good use of these traits and find them beneficial."Fourth, to my youngest son, Damon Sumner, I leave only two words—Suit yourself."This will reflects my true intentions and has been notarized, giving it legal validity."Signed and stamped by Richard Sumner, dated August 19, 2024."As soon as Parker finished, Cyrus jumped up, his face red with rage."I don't accept this will!" he yelled. "There's no way my father would do this! He wouldn't leave me without a single penny!"Parker looked at him calmly. "Mr. Cyrus, this will has already been notarized. If you don't believe it, you're welcome to investigate. There are records on file.""No! This isn't fair! I won't accept this will! It's unfair, and I refuse to acknowledge it!" Cyrus cried.Furious, he turned to Anne, whose expression mirrored his displeasure."Anne, do you really think this will is real? Da
Brandon glared at her coldly. "I dull in comparison to you, Aunt Anne—ignoring Grandpa when he was sick and still managing to pocket 300,000 dollars from his inheritance.""300,000 dollars!" Anne sneered. "What can 300,000 dollars even do?!""If you keep gambling like before, it might not last even a month. But if you're frugal, it may sustain you for a few years," Brandon countered.Anne was so angry she almost spat blood.Her hatred for Richard deepened. All that money and property were left to Nyla's bastard child—wasn't that basically the same as giving it directly to Nyla?The more Anne thought about it, the angrier she became.She turned to Nyla, who had been silent, and questioned, "Nyla, do you really have the nerve to accept that money and those properties?"Nyla hadn't been interested in Richard's inheritance at all, but Anne's accusatory tone made her uncomfortable.Raising her eyebrows, she smirked. "Since your father left it to Buddy, why wouldn't I accept it? Did
Brandon instinctively turned to Damon.Seeing that Damon showed no reaction, he couldn't help but clench his jaw. "Uncle Damon, is what Uncle Cyrus saying true?""It is," Damon confirmed.Brandon's eyes widened as he struggled to process the news. Damon wasn't part of the Sumners!Cyrus laughed coldly. "As long as you admit it, Damon, then you, Nyla, and Mason have no right to Dad's inheritance."Meeting Cyrus' mocking gaze, Damon remained indifferent. "The will is valid. Whether or not I'm part of the Sumners is irrelevant.""You!" Cyrus shifted his approach after his previous tactic failed. "You already have Prospectus Technology. Why fight us over a small inheritance?""I built Prospectus Technology without a single cent from the Sumners. And who wouldn't want more money?" Damon retorted."Well, I won't recognize this will! I'll see you in court!" Cyrus huffed.Damon looked at him nonchalantly. "I'm afraid you won't get the chance to sue me. After all, you're the one who ki
The scene quickly descended into chaos.Nyla immediately pulled Mason behind her, ensuring that Cyrus and Anne wouldn't accidentally harm him.Damon stepped closer to her, speaking in a low voice. "You and Buddy stand behind me.""Okay," Nyla replied.Brandon watched Anne and Cyrus fight with a look of disappointment.They were family, yet they were squabbling over money. To think that Cyrus would kill his own father for it—it was despicable.Parker, who had been stunned into silence, now looked at the scene with disbelief. He frowned, wondering if he knew too much now.He was only there to read a will, yet he had just discovered that Damon wasn't even a Sumner and that Richard had been killed by his own son, Cyrus...The hospital room door opened, and two police officers walked in. They were momentarily taken aback by the chaotic scene but quickly stepped forward to separate Cyrus and Anne.Once Cyrus and Anne had calmed down, one of the officers turned to Cyrus and said, "Mr