chapter1032

Damien's face changed in an instant. He had already swallowed his pride, yet his little brother wasn't just dodging him he was flat-out saying no.

Glenn, are you still blaming me for what happened with our parents?" Damien threw it out there, even though Mr. Robinson hadn't mentioned their parents at all. "You have no right to talk about them." Mr. Robinson's voice turned cold.

Damien's eyes darkened. I know you're mad that I didn't rush back for their funeral. But did you ever stop to think about how they treated me?"

"Our parents did nothing wrong to you. You just never learned to be grateful." The memories still stirred something deep in Mr. Robinson's chest.

Damien had always insisted their parents played favorites, that they always took Glenn's side. Now, the entire Robinson estate belonged to his younger brother.

I'm the oldest. The inheritance should have been mine. But they picked you for everything. Now the family's all yours, and I've never tried to take it from you. I come back and ask for one thing-just one-and you say no?"

Mr. Robinson had had enough. There was no point pretending anymore. The distance between them had lasted for years. Maybe it was time to finally lay things

out.

"After all this time, do you really not understand why Mom and Dad asked me to take over?"

Damien froze, his face tense.

Mr. Robinson went on, "Our family's been in the military for generations. You couldn't take it. You quit. They tried to help you find your way in business, but you spent your days chasing girls and ignoring your responsibilities."

Damien's expression grew even more sour.

They were brothers, born from the same mother, but they couldn't have been more different. In school, with the same teachers, his brother aced every test white Damien barely scraped by. As

adults, Glenn made everything look easy, while Damien struggled.

Their parents always said Glenn was gifted, and in the end, they handed everything to him. Damien only got half the family assets, and he never got over it. He left, made a name for himself in Country. Y married to nobility, and built his own success.

"The assets our parents left you are still there, all in your name. Now that you're back, you should take care of it yourself. I'm getting older, and I can't keep up with everything anymore."

Damien scoffed. "I stopped caring about those assets a long time ago. The only thing I want now is for my son-in-law to become the next king of Country Y."

"If that's what you want, all I can give you is the Jefferson family's address. That's it. I can't help you any more than that."

Damien stared at his brother, shocked at how cold he could be. He pushed back from his chair, forcing a smile that didn't reach his eyes.

"Fine. I'll find the Jeffersons myself. Stop pretending you care."

He had planned to stay the night at the Robinson house, but after this, what was the point?

Damien stormed out with his driver, leaving the house in the middle of the night. Mabel watched him go, worry etched on her face.

"Dad, what's going on?"

Mr. Robinson let out a heavy sigh. "If he wants to leave, let him. I really can't help him with this one."

Some things were better left unsaid. Prince Theo asking for the throne was a pipe dream, plain and simple He had no intention of dragging the Robinsons, Norwoods, or Jeffersons into the royal mess in country Besides, the Robinsons and the Jeffersons... well, their relationship was complicated, to say the least.