Chapter 495


    Jose breathed a sigh of relief. As long as Michael epted Alivia as his daughter–inw, Brielle would


    never gain the approval of the Dorsey family.


    Knowing Michael for years, Jose was well aware that this old man was far from calm. He was merely


    biding his time.


    With his fiery personality, Max couldn’t be suppressed by mere tactics. Brielle needed to umte


    enough disappointment to leave of her own volition.


    The chasm between the two was too great; what passed for affection would be a deep. bitter


    bond. The further things progressed, the more unpredictable the dangers became.


    After hanging up the phone, Michael handed his mobile to the butler.


    The butler, noticing the fresh calligraphy spread across the chairs and table from the night before and


    that morning, knew Erik’s mind was already in turmoil. It was only Michael’s years of business acumen


    that kept him from flying into a rage.


    Considering the gravity of the situation, the butler marveled at Michael’sposure and dreaded the


    thought of what his response might be when he finally took action. Then, remembering the figure still


    kneeling at the entrance, a flicker of uncertainty crossed the butler’s face. “Sir, Mr. Spencer has been


    kneeling at the doorstep for over twenty–four hours now.”


    Michael’s brush paused, his temples throbbing with pain.


    “And you haven’t had breakfast yet, sir. Your health is important.” The butler’s voice held a note of


    concern.


    Michael set aside his brush and took a warm towel to clean his fingers before making his way outside


    with the aid of his cane. There was Spencer, ashen–faced and unsteady, his forehead bruised from his


    steadfast vigil.


    Michael felt a stronger pulse at his temples – one nuisance after another!


    “Grandfather! Please don’t let Uncle Max be with Brielle. She was my fiancée, and Uncle Max’s


    dalliance with her will be the talk of Beaconsfield! If Brielle is to marry, it should be to me, Grandfather,


    I-”


    His plea was cut short as the cane came crashing down upon him. Spencer winced in pain but bit his


    lip, refusing to make a sound.


    “Brielle has you all in a twist! You’re determined to drive me to the grave. It was you who insisted on


    getting engaged to her when you were both so young, and it was you whoter called it off. If it weren’t


    for you, would Brielle have ever met Max?!”


    This was precisely why Spencer felt such indignation. His knees ached from kneeling, and his blood felt


    like it had turned to ice.


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    “I was the one who saw Brielle’s shine first, and Uncle Max has no right to steal her away!”


    Michael swung his cane again, fury in his stroke. Tears welled up in Spencer’s eyes, and he couldn’t


    hold them back any longer.


    His pitiful state only fueled Michael’s anger. “You were outdone by a woman in business and are now in


    love, too? If you want to kneel, keep at it, and maybe it’ll clear that lovesick fog in your head.”


    Spencer fell silent, his lips pressing together as tears continued to fall.


    Michael stepped past him and headed downstairs, calling for the butler to apany him on a walk.


    He needed to cool off and escape the sight of this weakling that infuriated him so. He had never been


    this way with Max, who had a calmness unlike others from a young age. Any anger thrown at Max


    would be met with a silent gaze, making the aggressor look more like a fool


    To deal with Max, Michael had to be colder and more ruthless. But with Spencer, his disappointing


    grandson, Michael sometimes wished he could end it all with a few good swings of his cane.


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    Spencer had been kneeling since the previous evening, his knees numb, his mind ame with the


    image of Max and Brielle hand in hand. Why should they be together so carefreely?


    Spencer continued his vigil into the afternoon, hungry and swollen, utterly disheveled. He heard


    footsteps behind him and thought Michael had returned, but turning his head, he saw William. William


    had been at the scenest night, too, but since Brielle showed up in the box, he had remained silent.


    Without saying a word or making a move, Michael had locked himself up all morning – a clear sign of


    his disappointment in Max. Now, with his grandson still fixated on the Issue, Brielle was likely to


    be a thorn in his side.


    “Spencer, kneeling won’t change anything. Get up. Even if you faint here, your grandfather won’t stop


    Max. Who in the Dorsey family could? If you want to break those two apart, you have to start with


    Brielle.”


    Spencer raised his hand, furiously wiping away his tears. The rough fabric stung his tender skin, but


    the pain only sharpened his resolve.