Chapter 213: No meaning

Lincy pointed at Malcom and Greg with a shaking finger, her voice sharp enough to slice through the heavy silence. “Was it you? Or you? Or are all of you Morrigan s going to die one by one?”

Her words echoed over the gravesite like a curse. Even at a funeral, she didn’t know when to stop. Grant had spoiled her so badly that she had lost all sense of what was appropriate. She wasn’t grieving. She was performing. Every insult she threw was just another way to feed her hunger for revenge.

Whispers spread through the crowd. I could feel the tension rising like smoke.

Yenick quickly grabbed her arm and tried to pull her back. “That’s enough, Lincy. Why waste your breath on them? Let’s go.”

Lincy always listened to Yenick. No matter how wild she acted, one word from him and she followed. This time was no different. She let him lead her away without another protest.

But she didn’t see Camilla.

Camilla was standing there, one hand pressed tightly against her stomach. Her face was pale, her eyes burning with hatred as she stared at Lincy’s back. There was something dark in that look, something dangerous.

I quietly lifted my phone and recorded everything. Lincy’s arrogance. Her threats. Her shameless display at someone else’s funeral. Then I sent the video to Grant.

That mother and daughter had stood on their high horse for far too long. It was time to pull them down.

Twenty years of debts.

The debt of trying to force Mom to lose her child.

And the truth about that so-called Cinderella man.

I would expose everything.

I didn’t say anything to the Morrigan s family. I didn’t mock them. I simply watched as Camilla clutched her abdomen, clearly unwell. Not long after, she rushed off to the hospital to secure her pregnancy.

Who knew if the baby she carried would survive long enough for the test results to return?

The air at the wake felt thick and suffocating. I couldn’t breathe properly, so I decided to leave. As I walked toward the parking lot, I froze.

Inside their car, Lincy and Yenick were kissing passionately, completely shameless. At a funeral.

Rotten roots produce rotten fruit.

Lincy was exactly like her mother. The way they chose men was almost identical.

After they were done, they drove off. I told my driver to follow them.

Their car eventually stopped at Moonlit Grove. The moment I saw the entrance, I understood what kind of place it was. Quiet. Luxurious. Exclusive. Conveniently, the community was managed by the Hales, who also handled its property records. One phone call was enough.

The owner of the house was Lincy.

Each home in Moonlit Grove cost millions. I knew Yenick’s financial situation. After showing off at auctions and draining his savings, he had even dipped into company funds. There was no way he could have afforded such a property so quickly.

There was only one answer.

Grant.

I had worked hard to help Lincy transfer her assets before, protecting her from consequences. And now Grant had simply handed her new ones.

A spoiled child always has someone enabling them.

For Lincy, that person was Grant.

Still, I couldn’t help but wonder how Grant would react when he discovered who Lincy truly was.

Yenick dropped Lincy off and drove away. Not long after, Grant’s car rushed into the neighborhood. He must have received the video. I imagined him scolding her harshly, only to soften within minutes. That was always his pattern.

When I arrived at Lincy’s villa and rang the doorbell, Grant opened the door.

The look on his face was almost funny.

Like a man caught cheating.

“What are you doing here?” he asked, setting his coffee cup down without taking a sip.

Monica immediately put on her sweetest smile. “Riley is here? It’s getting late. Why don’t you stay for dinner?”

She acted as though the humiliation I forced her to endure before had never happened.

Lincy wasn’t as controlled. She stormed in angrily. “Riley! You tattled on me, and now you dare to come to my house? Get out!”

I ignored her completely and walked straight toward Grant.

My voice was calm, but it carried ice. “What are you doing here? What about the promises you made to me?”

His face turned red. “Riley, they have no one else. Lincy is my daughter. I can’t let her suffer in some foreign country.”

I let out a bitter laugh. “So the promises you made to protect Mom and me mean nothing? Buying her a house. A car. Showering her with luxury. Have you forgotten what she did?”

“I haven’t forgotten,” he said quickly. “She paid for her mistakes. We’re family. Can’t you let the past go? I swear they won’t bother you or your mom again.”

“Dad,” I said slowly, “you can’t have everything. You chose us back then. If you’re going to break that promise, then let Mom go. Divorce her.”

The word hit him like a slap.

“What nonsense are you saying?” he snapped. “What kind of child tells her father to divorce?”

Monica stepped in softly, lowering herself as if she were the victim. “Riley, I only want to be with your father. I won’t fight your mother for anything.”

I gave her a cold smile. “Every time my dad comes home, you find a reason to take him away. If you didn’t want anything, you would have left long ago. Instead, you cling to him like a leech.”

“Enough!” Grant’s tone turned stern. “This isn’t your house. Monica is still your elder. Watch your behavior.”

He was trying to assert control. Trying to remind me he was the head of the family.

“So you’ve made your decision,” I said quietly.

“Riley, the world isn’t black and white,” he replied. “There are gray areas. My heart is with your mom. I just check on them occasionally. Stop being so aggressive.”

“Fine,” I said. “Have it your way.”

I turned and walked out.

He tried to follow, but Lincy grabbed his arm. “Dad, don’t go yet. You haven’t tasted the meal I made. It’s my first time cooking.”

Later that evening, while I was at Mom’s house, I saw a photo Lincy posted online. The three of them were smiling brightly. Monica. Grant. Lincy.

They looked like the perfect family.

Mom noticed me staring at my phone. “What are you looking at?” she asked gently, placing food on my plate.

“Nothing,” I replied with a small smile. Then I looked at her belly. “Mom, do you have a favorite country? Have you ever thought about where you’d like to live while you’re pregnant?”

She touched her slightly rounded stomach. “I haven’t really thought about it.”

“You should,” I said softly. “You’ve been tied to the Wilchers your whole life and trapped by the Ashbourne s for half of it. It’s time you lived for yourself. Nicholas would follow you anywhere.”

After everything, Nicholas had proven his loyalty. In my heart, I knew he was far better for her than Grant ever was.

I didn’t know what battles were waiting ahead or what that organization might do next. But I knew one thing clearly.

I didn’t want Mom caught in the middle.

Not while she was carrying a child.

Once she divorced Grant, I hoped she would choose a place she truly loved and begin again.

“Riley,” Mom asked gently, “is something wrong?”

I reached out and placed my hand on her belly.

“No, Mom,” I whispered. “You’ll be free soon.”

Just then, Grant walked in. He stopped when he saw us laughing together. Guilt flashed across his face. He was afraid I had told her about the other family he was still supporting.

“Darling,” he called hesitantly.

Mom didn’t even look at him. She didn’t need me to explain anything. After sharing a bed with him for so many years, she already knew.

“I’m going upstairs to rest,” she said calmly. “Riley, finish your meal.”

“Okay, Mom.”

Grant watched her leave, then turned to me.

“Riley,” he said quietly, “about Lincy… I think we need to talk.”

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