Clearly, Cadell didn't get the meaning behind my words. He shot me a vicious glare and then blocked Cyril's punch.
With blood pouring from his mouth, he sneered, "Aurora, what are you dreaming about? Even if Grandpa cares about you, what difference does it make? I'm his real grandson. He'll definitely stand by me!"
He said this with such arrogant confidence, and it was almost laughable, especially with his lip busted open.
But honestly, it was no surprise Cadell would think that way. After all, Charles had always been obsessed with bloodlines.
Cadell was the legitimate heir, the one destined to inherit the Hartman family's fortune.
Cyril, though strong and capable, was nothing but a love child in Charles' eyes, and so he was never in the running for the inheritance.
In fact, to secur
