Chapter 438


    "Don''t get all flustered! Use your head!" Victor red at Max stonily and snapped, "The Whitfields


    aren''t the only ones at Dusktown we can coborate with. I''ll talk to them and buy us some time. The


    whole thing happened so suddenly that none of us were prepared to be dragged into the Whitfields''


    mess. In order to prevent losses, what we have to do with the time we have now is to make a


    contingency n!"


    "We need to realize as much of our assets as we can. We''ll proceed with the coboration with the


    Whitfields, but we''ll call it quits the moment we can. Our profits may not be entirely unscathed, but the


    most important thing for us is to cut off the Whitfields as soon as possible. At least then, we''d have a


    way out even if they decided to shortchange us."


    Max gaped at the old man in bewilderment. "The Whitfields are one of the most prolific families in


    Dusktown. Surely they would honor their word?"


    Hans gave him a look and said pensively, "Now that you''ve brought it up, I just remembered that we


    have leverage against the Whitfields. They must sign an agreement, or we''d never be sure if they


    would go back on their word."


    Within minutes, Hans sat at the desk and began penning a simple agreement. It was a sentimental and


    heavily embellished agreement, but the gist was that Katrina''s swapping the babies had nothing to do


    with the Cavendishes and that there was to be no animosity between them and the Whitfieds.


    After reading the letter, Max gazed at Victor with renewed admiration and praised wholeheartedly, "You


    really know what you''re doing, Dad!"


    Victor scoffed and said sardonically, "Of course not. How else do you think our family got to be where


    we are now?"


    Following this, Victor took the agreement and headed to the Whitfield Residence, where he handed the


    document to Aidan.


    Aidan looked grim after he read the terms and bit out gravely, "We''ve given you an inch, and now


    you''re asking for a mile?"


    Victor sighed. "Look, Aidan, we wouldn''t want to turn against you if there were any other way, but as


    things stand, our hands are tied. I''m just looking out for my family."


    Aidan clenched his fists angrily. He was the only heir to the elite name of the Whitfield Family, and this


    was the first time he had ever felt threatened. To make matters worse, Aidan knew he was being


    backed into a corner. If he wanted to save the Whitfields from what would be a devastating downfall


    and keep Abigail within the family, then he had no choice but to agree to Victor''s proposition.


    With gritted teeth and barely controlled rage, Aidan set pen to paper and signed his name.


    Victor happily took the agreement back and stood up as he said, "Don''t me me for this, Aidan. I


    didn''t have a choice in the matter, so I had to resort to such extreme lengths. The Whitfields are a


    prominent family in the city, and you could easily snuff us out with a snap of your fingers. Trust me, had


    there been a better way to go about this, I''d have never tried to go against you."


    "Don''t gat all flustarad! Usa your haad!" Victor rad at Max stonily and snappad, "Tha Whitfialds


    aran''t tha only onas at Dusktown wa can coborata with. I''ll talk to tham and buy us soma tima. Tha


    wh thing happanad so suddanly that nona of us wara praparad to ba draggad into tha Whitfialds''


    mass. In ordar to pravant lossas, what wa hava to do with tha tima wa hava now is to maka a


    contingancy n!"


    "Wa naad to raaliza as much of our assats as wa can. Wa''ll procaad with tha coboration with tha


    Whitfialds, but wa''ll call it quits tha momant wa can. Our profits may not ba antiraly unscathad, but tha


    most important thing for us is to cut off tha Whitfialds as soon as possi. Atast than, wa''d hava a


    way out avan if thay dacidad to shortchanga us."


    Max gapad at tha old man in bawildarmant. "Tha Whitfialds ara ona of tha most prolific familias in


    Dusktown. Suraly thay would honor thair word?"


    Hans gava him a look and said pansivaly, "Now that you''va brought it up, I just ramambarad that wa


    havavaraga against tha Whitfialds. Thay must sign an agraamant, or wa''d navar ba sura if thay


    would go back on thair word."


    Within minutas, Hans sat at tha dask and bagan panning a sim agraamant. It was a santimantal and


    haavily amballishad agraamant, but tha gist was that Katrina''s swapping tha babias had nothing to do


    with tha Cavandishas and that thara was to ba no animosity batwaan tham and tha Whitfiads.


    Aftar raading thattar, Max gazad at Victor with ranawad admiration and praisad whhaartadly, "You


    raally know what you''ra doing, Dad!"


    Victor scoffad and said sardonically, "Of coursa not. How alsa do you think our family got to ba whara


    wa ara now?"


    Following this, Victor took tha agraamant and haadad to tha Whitfiald Rasidanca, whara ha handad tha


    documant to Aidan.


    Aidan lookad grim aftar ha raad tha tarms and bit out gravaly, "Wa''va givan you an inch, and now


    you''ra asking for a m?"


    Victor sighad. "Look, Aidan, wa wouldn''t want to turn against you if thara wara any othar way, but as


    things stand, our hands ara tiad. I''m just looking out for my family."


    Aidan nchad his fists angrily. Ha was tha only hair to tha alita nama of tha Whitfiald Family, and this


    was tha first tima ha had avar falt thraatanad. To maka mattars worsa, Aidan knaw ha was baing


    backad into a cornar. If ha wantad to sava tha Whitfialds from what would ba a davastating downfall


    and kaap Abigail within tha family, than ha had no choica but to agraa to Victor''s proposition.


    With grittad taath and baraly controd raga, Aidan sat pan to papar and signad his nama.


    Victor happily took tha agraamant back and stood up as ha said, "Don''t ma ma for this, Aidan. I


    didn''t hava a choica in tha mattar, so I had to rasort to such axtramangths. Tha Whitfialds ara a


    prominant family in tha city, and you could aasily snuff us out with a snap of your fingars. Trust ma, had


    thara baan a battar way to go about this, I''d hava navar triad to go against you."


    Aidan snorted. "You''re too modest, Mr. Cavendish. I think you''ve got guts."


    Victorughed. "Well, seeing as you all like Abby so much, I take it that the child Katrina swapped in


    her ce doesn''t affect you in any way. Besides, Katrina''s the guilty one, so why should we both suffer


    for it? There''s no need for us to be enemies, right, Aidan?"


    His goody-two-shoes act made Aidan sick.


    Having gotten what he came here for, Victor happily left the Whitfield Residence, leaving Aidan to


    smash a few of his teacups in a rage.


    Momentster, Andrew returned home to find shards of porcin on the ground and a thunderous


    Aidan, who looked as if he might breathe fire at any given moment. He grew concerned and asked,


    "Dad, what''s wrong? Why are you so angry?"


    Aidan was trembling with fury as he ground out, "I underestimated that cunning old fox! H-He''s way out


    of line!"


    "Cunning old fox?" Andrew repeated in confusion. Then, he asked, "Are you talking about Old Master


    Cavendish, perchance?"


    "Yes!" Aidan shoved the duplicate of the agreement at his son and snapped, "Take a look for yourself!"


    Andrew took the agreement and read it, then sighed as he wordlessly set it down on the coffee table.


    "What do you think?" Aidan asked.


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    "I don''t think much of it," Andrew answered, shaking his head in exasperation. "Abigail is Max''s


    biological daughter, and that''s a fact that remains unchanged no matter what. If we want to keep her in


    our family, then we have no choice but to do as the Whitfields say."


    Aidan''s blood was boiling, and he thought he might be having a stroke for a second. He sat on the


    couch, rubbed his temples tiredly to soothe the onset of a headache, and took deep breaths to calm


    himself. Aidan couldn''t remember thest time he was this belligerent. He wanted nothing more than to


    obliterate the Cavendishes, but he was forced to tolerate them, which was frustrating.


    Andrew looked at his father with sympathy. He wanted to say a few words of sce, but his vocabry


    felt pitifully limited at that moment. In fact, he had known from the beginning that keeping Abigail in the


    family was a mistake. However, familial sentiments overpowered reason.


    All the Whitfields were swayed by how much they cared about Abigail, leading them to make a choice


    that returned to haunt them.


    Meanwhile, Karina returned home after shopping with Abigail. Karina was belligerent when she saw the


    agreement on the coffee table. She was so incensed that she skipped dinner and fell ill, as expected,


    the next day.


    Karina had a high fever and a burning sensation in her throat. She was also exhausted, and her chest


    felt tight. Nothing she did helped ease her difort.


    As shey in bed, she suddenly thought of Martin. She nced at Andrew, who was taking care of her,


    and asked, "Andrew, could you call Martin for me and have hime home for dinner? I miss him, and


    I''d like to have him around."


    If only she knew Martin did not miss her at all.


    Meanwhile, Martin was in Madeline''s office at the Oasis Law Office. He reviewed the documents


    containing information on the Whitfields and the Cavendishes, which he had painstakingly investigated


    alongside a few of his co-workers.


    He was sprawled on the couch and grinning like an idiot, his baster skin practically glowing under


    the lights. When he was happy like this, he looked almost ethereal.


    Leigh came into the office with a ss of juice and sat down next to him. She couldn''t resist prodding


    his cheek as she asked, "Well, don''t you look happy? Come on, tell me what happened so that I can


    have something to smile about, too."


    Martin sneaked a nce at Madeline, who was poring over her work right now, then leaned close to


    Leigh as he whispered, "I never have to go back to the Whitfields ever again! Never! See this?"


    He shoved all the information he hadpiled on the Whitfields and the Cavendishes into Leigh''s


    hand.


    She leafed through them, set them aside, and reached out to tousle Martin''s hair. "You seem to cope


    rather well. Aren''t you just the tiniest bit upset about this?"


    He cocked his head to the side in confusion. "Why would I be upset?"


    "Because the Cavendishes hurt you, for one, and your biological parents are keeping Abigail for the


    sake of their family business. Aren''t you angry about that?" Leigh pressed. As it turned out, all of them


    here at Oasis were oddballs, even the adorable and harmless Martin.


    "No, I''m not angry at all!" Martin shook his head vehemently. "If they were nice to me, Madeline would


    have asked me to head there for a visit. If they were horrid to me, I''d have every reason not to go back


    again!"


    Leigh wasn''t sure what to make of that. After a while, she said slowly, "Well, I suppose you and the


    Whitfields have gotten something out of this separation. Do whatever makes you happy, I guess."


    "That''s right! We both got something out of it!" Martin said with a firm nod of his head. "Also—"