Chapter 80
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As Eugene pushed open the door to the CEO’s office, Brandon walked in, only to have a cane swing straight at him. He reacted on instinct, stepping aside just in time.
“Stay right where you are, you brat!” yelled a voice he knew all too well.
Brandon looked up and saw Derek standing in front of him, eyes blazing.
“Grandpa,” he said quickly, moving to steady him as Derek’s stance wobbled.
But the moment he got close, Derek struck him hard on the arm with the cane. “So you still know I’m your grandpa?”
Derek’s chest rose and fell with fury, his hand trembling as he pointed. “Are you trying to send me to an early grave? Weren’t you supposed to be at that show for that Vivian woman’s performance? Why are you here now?”
As he spoke, Derek motioned furiously at the screen next to him. Brandon turned his eyes to the screen, which was airing a live broadcast of Heavenly Melody. The team selection segment was underway, and Vivian was in the middle of choosing contestants for her group.
“You’re still watching!” Derek’s voice rang out again, full of scorn.
Brandon looked away from the screen and murmured, “Grandpa…”
When Derek wouldn’t even glance at him, Brandon shifted his gaze toward Norma, hoping for some support. “Grandma…”
“Don’t bother calling me,” she replied sharply, her tone laced with disappointment as she gently tried to calm Derek. “I’ve stood beside your grandfather for a lifetime, and not once has he taken up with someone else or treated me with disrespect. I truly believed you, after being raised by us, would turn out a decent man and give Millie the same devotion. But it seems I was wrong.”
“Grandma…” Brandon said again, his voice softer this time.
Derek snapped, “You should go find Millie.” His fury hung heavy in the air. “You’re a married man, yet you went to see another woman perform, and the whole thing was streamed live. The internet’s a mess with speculation. Millie must be beside herself with anger.”
He pointed his cane directly at Brandon and screamed, “I don’t care what it takes—swear an oath, get down on your knees if you have to—just bring her home!”
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It all unfolded so quickly that the office door hadn’t even been shut yet. Derek’s outburst carried through the open space, echoing across the floor and reaching every ear nearby.
Brandon winced as he gripped his arm, still sore from the cane’s blow, his lips drawn into a tight line. “Did Millie come to you complaining?” he asked quietly.
Hearing that only made Derek more furious. He lifted the cane again, clearly ready for another strike. Norma rushed to steady him, knowing how fragile his condition had become. After two angry swings earlier, his face had turned pale, and his knees nearly gave out.
“Grandpa,” Brandon said as he stepped forward to help, but Norma brushed his hand away without hesitation. She waved Eugene over, then turned her back to Brandon and said, “Your parents weren’t around much when you were a child, and we, as your grandparents, probably didn’t know what we were doing either. If this is how you turned out, the blame falls on us.”
Her voice remained steady, but every word struck deep. A wave of unease rose in Brandon’s chest.
Without glancing at him again, Norma instructed Eugene to guide Derek into the wheelchair and take him to the elevator. Brandon took another step toward them, but Norma didn’t allow it.
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