Chapter 539 To Himself
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Dominic’s voice carried sorrow that seeped into every corner of the room, pressing down on the air until it felt too heavy to breathe.
Darell couldn’t bear to hear it anymore.
The longer he listened, the deeper his heart sank, like his chest was being pulled into thick mud with no chance of escape.
The hallway broke its silence.
Quick, firm steps pounded against the floor, sharp in the stillness of two in the morning.
Heads lifted all at once.
A man in a sharp black suit appeared, the seams crisp, the fabric catching faint light. Dust clung to him. Exhaustion lined his face, but his presence drew every eye.
It was Ryan.
Russell’s brows knit tight. ‘Ryan? Why are you only showing up now? Do you realize that Daphne has already passed?”
Ryan halted, meeting his gaze. “I got Preston’s message. But I had too much to deal with. That’s why I’m only here now.”
Justin, usually the softest among them, felt anger boil up. “Ryan, Daphne is gone. What could possibly matter more than that? You’re her husband. You should’ve been here the moment it happened.”
Daphne had been dead for over ten hours.
As her husband, the man who had shared her life and her bed for decades, Ryan had arrived. only now.
That spoke volumes.
“Justin, you’re out of line,” Ryan snapped, his tone sharp as glass. “I’m still your elder. You really think you have the right to scold me?”
His pride refused to bend to someone younger.
Justin flinched at the cut of his words. The heat drained from his face, and after a pause, he bowed his head. I… I’m sorry, Ryan. I spoke too harshly.”
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Chapter 539 To Himself
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Russell’s expression darkened. “Ryan, don’t be so quick to take offense. Justin’s right. Your wife went through something devastating. How could you show up only now?”
He too believed Ryan had crossed a line.
Daphne had her flaws–she was proud, sometimes sharp–but she adored Blair and loved the Jenson children dearly.
If not for Daphne’s friendship with Blair, Russell would have kept Ryan strictly at arm’s length.
He had always seen Ryan as a man who valued profit over people. Whenever they met, Russell gave polite smiles while keeping his guard raised.
He knew Ryan would never reveal his heart. Trusting this man was the last thing he would do.
Ryan’s gaze shifted toward the window. Blair lay unconscious there, her body fragile beneath. tubes and machines. His voice dropped low.
“Russell, not every family runs like yours. You built everything with your own hands. You and Blair have a marriage built on love, your house is united, and your word carries weight. I respect that. I even envy it.
“But my world isn’t the same. Behind me stand the Bells and my father. This disaster happened at Sunlight Plaza, which I run. Do you think I wanted this?
Russell’s voice was steady. “There’s nothing to apologize for. In something like this, everyone carries their own faults. We don’t get to dictate another man’s choices.”
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