Chapter 1005
Chapter 1014:
Chapter 767:
Milton’s expression darkened.
Fueled by anger and frustration, Raul roared, “Are you courting death? Can you handle it all alone? My mother has been gone for years, and if there were any leads, I would’ve found them by now. So I don’t need you to worry about me! You don’t get to make decisions for me or establish a company in my name without consulting me! Okay?”
Milton’s response was icy.
“In that case, you need no longer concern yourself with my affairs. I will instruct the human resources department to terminate your position today, and you won’t be required to return tomorrow.”
Raul stood there, torn between a reluctant smile and mounting anger. His hesitation led him to give Milton an unexpected shove into the chair as he implored, “You’re acting irrationally! Snap out of it. What’s the matter with you? If it weren’t for our friendship, I’d give you a good shake to bring you back to your senses!”
Milton slumped onto the chair, spinning it back to create distance between them, but inadvertently bumped into the French window. He turned, his gaze fixed on the snow-covered Sowley Mountain. Its beauty, normally a source of awe, now merely amplified his sense of isolation and bewilderment.
The silence in the room grew more suffocating, interrupted only by Raul’s heavy, seething breaths.
After what felt like an eternity, Raul believed Milton had calmed down. But Milton, still turned away from him, delivered a final, cutting blow.
“My decision is made. You may leave now.”
Raul stared at Milton’s back, disbelief etched across his face. They had shared a friendship spanning over two decades, and their relationship had never been so strained. First, it was Candice whom Milton had distanced himself from, and now, he was being pushed away. Milton’s motives were a perplexing puzzle.
𝗠𝗼𝗿𝗲 𝗰𝗵𝗮𝗽𝘁𝗲𝗿𝘀 𝗮𝘁 gⲁ𝗅𝗇𝗈ν𝖊𝗅𝘀⫶𝑐𝗼𝗺
Even someone as patient as Raul had reached his breaking point. His anger flared as he snapped, “Fine, I’ll fucking leave! And mark my words, you’ll come to regret this!”
With that declaration, Raul turned on his heel, exiting the room with a resounding slam of the door, leaving behind a thick cloud of tension.
As Raul walked away, he was already filled with regret.
Their friendship, born in childhood, had persevered through the years largely because of his patience and understanding. Others could not have tolerated Milton’s difficult temperament for long.
As long as he had. The role of the mediator had often fallen on Raul’s shoulders, and he knew Milton better than anyone. Milton’s attempts to push everyone away signaled a deep resolve to carry the burdens alone, and Raul had a nagging feeling he was about to lose something precious.
.
.
.