Chapter 243
Hearing that cold address, Kenneth’s jaw twitched slightly, and a dark expression crossed his face.
But there was nothing he could do about Ophelia standing before him.
Kenneth’s narrow eyes fixed on Ophelia with an unusually serious expression..
“Still not admitting it? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t give me the silent treatment? Then why are you doing it? Isn’t that saying one thing and doing another?” Kenneth said.
Ophelia faltered, her lips parted and then closed again. She wanted to argue, but the words she was about to speak were swallowed before they could come out.
It seemed she really had said that before.
Avoiding Kenneth’s gaze, Ophelia felt guilty and looked away.
‘Have I really been giving him the silent treatment? I don’t think so, Ophelia thought to herself.
After a while, Ray drove her car over.
Seeing her car, Ophelia stepped down the stairs and, after just a couple of steps, suddenly felt light, her feet leaving the ground.
Kenneth had easily lifted her up with one hand.
Ophelia instinctively wrapped her arms around Kenneth’s neck,
“What are you doing? I–I’m not giving you the silent treatment! I was just giving you time to process things.” She added inwardly, ‘and I was giving myself time too.’
“Giving me time to process?” Kenneth snorted, exhaling through his nose.
‘Do I dare leave you alone? After just a little silence, you turn around and get mad at me. Do you think I still have time to process things?‘ Kenneth thought.
Looking at Ophelia, Kenneth felt a mixture of love and frustration. In the end, it all turned into helpless tenderness.
Kenneth ruffled her hair, his tone softening, his voice low and coaxing.
“Let’s call it even, alright?” Kenneth said.
No matter the reason behind her anger, it was all even now.
‘She’s truly my darling, and there’s nothing I can do about it, Kenneth thought.
The heavy knot in Ophelia’s chest, the one that had been bothering her, was easily undone with just those few words from Kenneth.
Her tone softened, and she tightened her arms around his neck. I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have lied to you today.”
“Let’s go home, Darling,” Kenneth said.
Kenneth carried her down the stairs and gently placed her in the front passenger seat of the car he had driven over. He walked around to the driver’s side and got in.
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On the road, Ophelia watched Kenneth intently as he drove.
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After a moment, she spoke up. “Actually… I came to see Ivy today because there’s something I wanted to ask her.”
“What is it?” Kenneth’s gaze lowered, his expression unreadable
Ophelia was still trying to organize her words and didn’t notice the brief flash of emotion in his eyes.
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In truth, Ophelia wasn’t sure how to approach this. She was an orphan, raised without parents, and after growing up, she had been used, ending up at Hastings Villa, where she never truly felt the love of real parents.
Kenneth didn’t understand the complexities of these emotional connections.
“There’s something I’ve never told you, about your father,” Ophelia said, and she could immediately sense the change in Kenneth’s presence. His entire demeanor had shifted.
She gently placed her hand on the hand he was using to hold the steering wheel.
“The day of your mother’s memorial, I saw Victor at the cemetery. I wonder… do you think there might be some misunderstanding between you and Victor?” Ophelia said.
A deep, seething hatred filled Kenneth’s eyes.
Especially after learning how his mother had sacrificed herself for Victor’s drug trials, Kenneth’s hatred for Victor had only deepened.
Kenneth remained silent, not uttering a word.
Kenneth drove with one hand on the wheel, while the other firmly held Ophelia’s hand, which she had extended toward him, as if afraid of losing control.
The atmosphere in the car was so suffocating it was hard to breathe.
Ophelia regretted it.
She hadn’t expected Kenneth to become so furious when she brought up Victor. When they arrived at Rosewood Manor, Kenneth went straight upstairs to his study. Every time Kenneth thought about his mother, he locked himself in the study.
Lisa stepped forward and quietly said, “Ms. Spencer, Mr. Sinclair hasn’t eaten lunch yet.” Ophelia glanced over at the dining table, where the food had remained untouched. “Okay, I got it. Please reheat it. I’ll take it upstairs to him later,” Ophelia replied.
A little while later, Ophelia brought the food upstairs.
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In the study, Kenneth was staring at his laptop screen, seemingly deep in thought. When he heard the sound, Ophelia raised her gaze, quickly deleting the email she had just opened.
“Eat something,” Ophelia said as she placed the food down. “I haven’t eaten either. Let’s eat together.” “Okay, sure.” Kenneth stood up, his outward emotions now under control.
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Ophelia’s eyes briefly glanced at the laptop again before quickly turning away.
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Late at night, in the Coastal Peninsula Villa, a group of dark–suited bodyguards stood throughout the guest room.
Zayn, the head of the Huxley family, wore a smile like that of a tiger, sitting on the sofa with two bodyguards holding his shoulders firmly in place.
Though these people appeared to be bodyguards, they were actually hidden killers from the Death Guild.
“Mr. Sinclair, I’m curious why you’d come to see me so late?” Zayn asked.
A thin layer of sweat appeared on Zayn’s forehead. He never imagined that he would be brought here in such a quiet and secretive manner while he was just at home sleeping.
‘Looks like I need to reassess the security at my house, Zayn thought.
The room was dimly lit, and across from him sat Kenneth, dressed in a black suit, his shirt’s tie clip reflecting a sliver of metal light, and the polished tips of his black shoes gleaming.
His sharp face was almost swallowed by the darkness, giving off an immense, invisible pressure.
“The Westiend Railway Station project is off–limits. Don’t mess with Ophelia about it.” Kenneth’s voice was cold
Zayn froze for a moment. He had an inkling of what was happening, but he still couldn’t believe it.
He knew that Theo’s god–granddaughter was involved in the matter, but Zayn hadn’t expected Kenneth to step in over something so small.
“One project, Mr. Sinclair? Why go through all this trouble? Ms. Spencer is Mrs. Carnegie’s god–granddaughter, so she is my junior. This is a small matter. If you had called, I would have had my people handle it,” Zayn said.
He forced a smile, though there was a hint of resentment in his tone that he dared not show openly.
“Not only that. From now on, for every project in Gloomhaven that she wants, you are not to compete with her,” Kenneth said.
At these words, Zayn’s expression shifted. The polite smile he had been maintaining faltered.
Zayn thought to himself, ‘What kind of nonsense is this? How is this fair? Kenneth is being too arrogant, too condescending! Does he think he’s above everyone?
‘Just because he controls Heloria’s economy, does he think he can take whatever he wants? This is no different from the behavior of bandits!‘
“Mr. Sinclair, this is a bit unreasonable. Don’t you think? There are so many projects in Gloomhaven this year. Are you really asking me to just stand by and do nothing?” Zayn said.
He ground his teeth, barely able to keep the smile on his face as his anger simmered underneath.
“Do you really think no one knows what you did in the past?” Kenneth leaned back in his chair, idly running his finger along his pinky, his sharp gaze never leaving Zayn.
Zayn felt an overwhelming pressure from that hidden, gleaming light in Kenneth’s eyes. Sweat dripped down his forehead. He had swallowed nervously more times than he could count.
