Storm Beneath the Patriarch's Roof
As for today's situation, it was naturally his doing.
Ryan De Dominicis stood near the back of the room, half-hidden behind the others, watching the patriarch convulse on the bed. His face was arranged into a mask of worry, but beneath it, something cold flickered in his eyes.
After Young Master Evan's earlier plan had failed, he had given him another idea.
To directly target the patriarch.
If the old lion fell, the throne would not sit empty for long. Succession would have to be decided immediately. And according to the family's long-standing rules, authority still favored a male heir.
Without the patriarch's protection… Bianca would not be able to hold her power.
"Grandfather… don't blame me for being ruthless. You were just too biased."
The thought brushed across Ryan's mind like a guilty whisper. His fingers twitched at his sides. For a fleeting moment, shame rose in his chest.
Then ambition crushed it.
