Chapter 300

Vincent Ashcroft Sr. sat by the window in the teahouse, sunlight streaming through the glass and casting a warm glow on his navy-blue jacket. He sipped his tea slowly, fingers tapping the table in rhythm with the opera playing in the background.

Two shadows suddenly fell across his table.

Vincent looked up to see Adrian Valentine and Julian Roscente taking seats opposite him. He grabbed a handful of sunflower seeds and cracked one open leisurely. "What brings two busy men like you to such a humble place?"

Adrian frowned at his relaxed demeanor. "You seem to be enjoying life, old Vincent."

Vincent chuckled. "Poverty brings freedom. Heard your son got hurt?" His tone was casual, as if discussing the weather.

Since his company went under, he'd found unexpected peace. His son's future was secure, and he and his wife had settled into a simple life—no schemes, no danger. For the first time, he felt truly at ease.

Adrian lowered his voice. "I suspect Evelyn Roland is behind this. Her people were there the day your son was released. We should team up—"

"Stop right there!" Vincent cut him off with a sharp wave. "Adrian, if you want to court death, don’t drag me into it."

He glanced around warily before whispering, "Evelyn is my family’s savior. Without her, I’d be on the streets by now."

Julian suddenly spoke up. "Uncle Vincent, where’s Victor?"

Vincent’s expression hardened. "You know better than anyone how ruthless this world is. My son would only be trampled if he stayed here." He stood. "I sent him abroad."

Julian’s gaze turned sharp. "If this really is Evelyn’s doing—"

"Julian!" Vincent interrupted. "Your future father-in-law is the real culprit. Evelyn saved you twice, and this is how you repay her?"

He scoffed. "My son nearly lost everything because of you, and I never said a word. Yet here you are, turning your savior into an enemy."

"After all she’s done for you, you repay her with suspicion? I suggest you tread carefully. That woman has already set her sights on the Roscente family."

With that, Vincent turned to leave.

Julian’s fists clenched until his knuckles turned white. Had he misjudged Evelyn all along?

Adrian shot to his feet. "Vincent! Don’t you dare walk away!"