Chapter 388
Chapter 388:
Collapsing into a chair, Alcott felt a crushing weight of realization; deep down, he knew the truth and saw no need for further investigation.
Bart had always been the picture of obedience, so what had driven him to madness? Was he truly willing to sell his shares just to destroy the Green family?
Aiden walked up to him, looking down. “You’re still Dad to me because you didn’t directly cause me harm. It was Bart who planned that car accident.”
“What are you saying? Bart planned the car accident? But…”
“But you hadn’t taken him in back then, huh?” Aiden cut in, his expression one of mocking disbelief. “Had I not been left crippled, would you have considered bringing him back?”
Alcott was swayed by the revelation, understanding he had been deceived by his illegitimate son the whole time.
Bart had masterminded the entire scheme, deepening the divide between him and Aiden. With Aiden out of the way, Bart had paved his return to the Green family.
“Alcott, what a complete fool you are!” Nina’s voice dripped with scorn. “How did I ever marry such a fool? Now it’s clear why your father overlooked you and entrusted Aiden with leadership and gave me the veto power. He could see that his own son was profoundly foolish.”
Alcott bowed his head, lost for words. He was overwhelmed by a sense of defeat, as if physically slapped. He had never considered himself naive, but confronted with the harsh reality, he was forced to face the depth of his foolishness.
“Aiden! I was wrong!” Alcott’s face twisted with regret as he looked at Aiden, guilt washing over him. “My jealousy took control, and I caused you so much pain.”
He turned to Nina, his voice shaky with remorse. “Nina, you were right all along. I’ve been a fool. From now on, I’ll back our son with all my heart, and I swear I’ll never let my jealousy cloud my judgment again.”
Aiden and Nina remained expressionless, their gazes cold and detached.
Though Alcott’s tearful apology seemed sincere, neither of them was gullible enough to believe words spoken in such a charged moment.
Nina rose and walked upstairs. “Alcott, you’ll be sleeping in the guest room tonight. And from now on, don’t even think about sleeping in my bed.”
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“Nina!” Alcott cried out.
Aiden watched his mother walk away and sighed. She was too kind, too forgiving.
Whether Alcott’s apology was real or not, it was clear Nina wasn’t going to push for a divorce any longer. As for Aiden, he hadn’t fully severed ties with Alcott—not out of loyalty, but because, despite the jealousy, the man hadn’t gone too far yet.
Still, if Alcott ever crossed that line, not even the bond of blood would spare him.
Alcott spent the night in the guest room, his silence leaving it unclear whether guilt or a genuine effort to prove his sincerity kept him compliant.
The following morning, Janice awoke feeling refreshed and well-rested.
Even though it was her first night in the villa, she wasn’t one to fuss over unfamiliar beds. Years of living a nomadic life had taught her to forgo such luxuries.
She stretched lazily, the soft fabric of her nightgown tracing her silhouette in a way that hinted without revealing too much.
Turning to the expansive floor-to-ceiling windows, she estimated the time from the soft morning light streaming in—likely close to nine.
“Looks like I slept longer than usual.”
Picking up her phone, she noticed two unread messages from Leah.
“Janice, I saw Leonidas. He’s more unhinged than ever. What’s the plan?”
“Janice, I know you’re probably still asleep, but I’m scared! Costello fought against him, and he actually lost. If Braylen hadn’t shown up just in time, it could have turned really ugly.”
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