At Timothy York's words, the warmth on Mr. York's face finally faded, replaced by its usual stern coldness.
"So, you're refusing?" Mr. York said slowly, fiddling with the teacup beside him. "Aren't you afraid she'll discover the truth you've tried so hard to hide?"
Timothy York's expression didn't change. He simply replied in a calm, unhurried tone, "And Grandfather, aren't you afraid that the foundation you've painstakingly built your entire life will be destroyed in an instant?"
The moment these words were spoken, the lines around Mr. York's brow and lips suddenly hardened, as if carved from stone.
"You dare?" Mr. York bit out two words.
Timothy York sat calmly, but before he could answer, his phone began to ring.
He glanced down at the caller ID and quickly answered the call.
It was unclear what was said on the other end, but Timothy York only replied, "I know," before hanging up, his expression unchanged.
