Chapter 239
Ethan Blackwood’s face flushed crimson, the veins in his neck bulging as he hurled curses across the room, his voice reverberating off the walls.
“You deceitful witch! Betraying me behind my back!” he bellowed, storming toward Eleanor with his hand raised.
“I tolerated you funneling money to your parents, but now you’re letting some lover drain my accounts?” Before his palm could strike her, a cane cracked against his arm with a sharp thwack.
William Blackwood’s voice sliced through the air like a blade.
“Enough! Must you disgrace us further?” His eyes burned with fury. “You parade your affairs like a stray dog in heat, yet dare lay a hand on her in front of everyone?”
Ethan froze under his father’s glare. William then turned to Eleanor, his disgust barely concealed.
“And you,” he hissed. “Step foot in this house again, and I’ll ensure neither you nor that son of yours see a single cent—even if I have to burn every last dollar myself.”
The room plunged into silence.
It was no secret that families like theirs hid skeletons in gilded closets, but for it to spill out so publicly… William could barely stomach the humiliation. His temples pulsed dangerously as rage consumed him.
“William, please, calm down!” Isabella rushed to his side, her face tight with worry. She slipped him a heart pill and massaged his temples. “This isn’t worth your health.”
Meanwhile, Ethan’s son, Jonathan, stared blankly at the screen, replaying the damning video.
“No… this can’t be real…” he muttered, shaking his head. But one glance at his mother’s guilty, furious expression confirmed the truth.
Despair crushed him, hollowing his chest. He’d always known about his father’s infidelities—had chosen to ignore them, believing he could one day prove himself worthy of the Blackwood legacy. He wouldn’t fail his mother.
But now, with both parents’ scandals exposed, what did that make him?
William took a steadying breath, though fury still simmered beneath his composed exterior. He shrugged off Isabella’s touch and narrowed his eyes at Ethan and the secretary cowering beside him.
“And you,” he snapped, contempt dripping from his tone. “Whoring around while neglecting your son’s upbringing—you’ve turned a promising boy into a complete fool!”
Jonathan stiffened at the brutal words. His grandfather, who once praised his potential, now looked at him with nothing but disappointment.
Ethan lowered his head, his face ashen. “Father… I was wrong,” he murmured, not daring to meet William’s gaze.
Whether the video was real or not didn’t matter. Jonathan had humiliated the family by causing a scene at his grandfather’s birthday banquet—an unforgivable act.
William’s grip tightened on his cane. With a swift motion, he struck Ethan again.
“And this is for handing control of the company to Jonathan while you’re still alive! He’s inexperienced, surrounded by incompetent allies. How do you expect him to carry the weight of the entire Blackwood Group?”
Jonathan’s mouth fell open. His father had relinquished the company years ago, leaving it to him without resistance. But William’s words hinted at something darker—a brewing power struggle.
After all, William still held sixty percent of the company’s shares. Even Ethan wouldn’t dare defy him.
Isabella’s brow furrowed as she studied William’s unyielding stance. Despite his usual sternness, he had always doted on his grandchildren—especially Jonathan. He’d been strict, but he cared.
Now, that care was gone.
“You two,” William growled, his gaze sweeping over Ethan and Eleanor. “I’m not getting any younger. I only want to see my grandchildren uphold the Blackwood legacy. But if neither of you can produce a competent heir…”
He turned his piercing stare to Jonathan.
“Then even an illegitimate child with the right talents will be acknowledged as family.”
The silence was deafening.
Sophia Kensington’s face drained of color as she knocked over a porcelain vase, the shattering sound jolting everyone. She had been reveling in Eleanor’s downfall, thinking it would secure her control over the family’s affairs.
But now, with William suggesting an outsider could be brought in, everything was at risk. Jonathan’s position could be challenged by some random bastard!
Eleanor stumbled forward, panic flashing across her face.
“William, how could you say that? Jonathan is your only—”
Chapter 239
Ethan Blackwood’s face flushed crimson, the veins in his neck bulging as he hurled curses across the room, his voice reverberating off the walls.
“You deceitful witch! Betraying me behind my back!” he bellowed, storming toward Eleanor with his hand raised.
“I tolerated you funneling money to your parents, but now you’re letting some lover drain my accounts?” Before his palm could strike her, a cane cracked against his arm with a sharp thwack.
William Blackwood’s voice sliced through the air like a blade.
“Enough! Must you disgrace us further?” His eyes burned with fury. “You parade your affairs like a stray dog in heat, yet dare lay a hand on her in front of everyone?”
Ethan froze under his father’s glare. William then turned to Eleanor, his disgust barely concealed.
“And you,” he hissed. “Step foot in this house again, and I’ll ensure neither you nor that son of yours see a single cent—even if I have to burn every last dollar myself.”
The room plunged into silence.
It was no secret that families like theirs hid skeletons in gilded closets, but for it to spill out so publicly… William could barely stomach the humiliation. His temples pulsed dangerously as rage consumed him.
“William, please, calm down!” Isabella rushed to his side, her face tight with worry. She slipped him a heart pill and massaged his temples. “This isn’t worth your health.”
Meanwhile, Ethan’s son, Jonathan, stared blankly at the screen, replaying the damning video.
“No… this can’t be real…” he muttered, shaking his head. But one glance at his mother’s guilty, furious expression confirmed the truth.
Despair crushed him, hollowing his chest. He’d always known about his father’s infidelities—had chosen to ignore them, believing he could one day prove himself worthy of the Blackwood legacy. He wouldn’t fail his mother.
But now, with both parents’ scandals exposed, what did that make him?
William took a steadying breath, though fury still simmered beneath his composed exterior. He shrugged off Isabella’s touch and narrowed his eyes at Ethan and the secretary cowering beside him.
“And you,” he snapped, contempt dripping from his tone. “Whoring around while neglecting your son’s upbringing—you’ve turned a promising boy into a complete fool!”
Jonathan stiffened at the brutal words. His grandfather, who once praised his potential, now looked at him with nothing but disappointment.
Ethan lowered his head, his face ashen. “Father… I was wrong,” he murmured, not daring to meet William’s gaze.
Whether the video was real or not didn’t matter. Jonathan had humiliated the family by causing a scene at his grandfather’s birthday banquet—an unforgivable act.
William’s grip tightened on his cane. With a swift motion, he struck Ethan again.
“And this is for handing control of the company to Jonathan while you’re still alive! He’s inexperienced, surrounded by incompetent allies. How do you expect him to carry the weight of the entire Blackwood Group?”
Jonathan’s mouth fell open. His father had relinquished the company years ago, leaving it to him without resistance. But William’s words hinted at something darker—a brewing power struggle.
After all, William still held sixty percent of the company’s shares. Even Ethan wouldn’t dare defy him.
Isabella’s brow furrowed as she studied William’s unyielding stance. Despite his usual sternness, he had always doted on his grandchildren—especially Jonathan. He’d been strict, but he cared.
Now, that care was gone.
“You two,” William growled, his gaze sweeping over Ethan and Eleanor. “I’m not getting any younger. I only want to see my grandchildren uphold the Blackwood legacy. But if neither of you can produce a competent heir…”
He turned his piercing stare to Jonathan.
“Then even an illegitimate child with the right talents will be acknowledged as family.”
The silence was deafening.
Sophia Kensington’s face drained of color as she knocked over a porcelain vase, the shattering sound jolting everyone. She had been reveling in Eleanor’s downfall, thinking it would secure her control over the family’s affairs.
But now, with William suggesting an outsider could be brought in, everything was at risk. Jonathan’s position could be challenged by some random bastard!
Eleanor stumbled forward, panic flashing across her face.
“William, how could you say that? Jonathan is your only—”
