Chapter 10: Couldn't rely on anyone
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Quentin Tyler already knew his father William Tyler’s schedule. As expected, his father and the other two people had returned to the Tyler's mansion.
Stepping out of Xavier McCarty’s car, Quentin’s demeanor changed. His eyes glazed over, staring blankly at the grand, ornate gates of the Tyler Family mansion.
Before he turned ten, this place was a happy home. Now, it was just a cold, empty house. But he was close to ending it all.
Entering the mansion, he moved with a hesitant, bouncing gait. He spotted Katelyn Cameron and her son Alexander in the hall, with Alexander sporting a bandage on his forehead.
Feigning ignorance, he smiled foolishly and called out, “Auntie, Alex.”
Katelyn immediately marched up to him, raising her hand angrily. “Look at what your wife did! She flirted with Alex and hurt his head!”
Quentin frantically waved his hands, backing away, “No! I don’t know anything! I don’t know anything!”
Katelyn wasn’t done. She kicked him with her pointed high heels. “You i***t! Go get her and make her apologize to Alex!”
Quentin shielded his head, bowing and pushing her away, fearfully scurrying upstairs. “It’s not my fault… I don’t know… I don’t know…”
Katelyn stumbled but was caught by Alexander, who grumbled, “Mom, why bother with him? Wait till Dad gets back and let him deal with it.”
“He’s not an i***t; he’s faking it. Every time he pushes back, it’s like he’s a bull. When has he ever suffered a loss?” Katelyn snapped, pushing Alexander away.
She knew what her son was like and scolded him, “And you! Messing around with an i***t’s wife! Focus on the company for once. The rest of the Tyler Family is like wolves waiting to take your father’s position. If that happens, we’ll have no place here.”
Alexander lied, “She came onto me…”
“You’re always getting into scandals over women, making your father furious!” Katelyn didn’t listen, jabbing his head with her finger, frustrated that her only son couldn’t get his act together.
Quentin Tyler was no longer a threat, but William Tyler’s siblings and their children were no pushovers.
The Tyler Group, with its century-long legacy, always followed the rule that only the most capable could lead. If it weren’t for Sylvia McCarty’s untimely death, and William Tyler’s use of the McCarty Group to strengthen the Tylers, he wouldn’t have held on to the Tyler Group’s power so firmly.
Alexander winced, “Mom, stop! It hurts, you’re hitting my wound.”
Seeing the blood seeping through his bandage, Katelyn’s anger turned to concern. “Did Dr. Benjamin not treat you properly? Why is it still bleeding? Susan, call Dr. Benjamin Watts back to check on Alex’s wound!”
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Quentin Tyler ran up to the second floor. Seeing no one around, he resumed his normal stride, hearing Katelyn and Alexander’s shouting downstairs.
He guessed what had happened and turned the doorknob, but something blocked the door.
“Open up.” He knew the only person inside could be his newlywed wife from last night.
Still no response. His face darkened as he knocked harder, “Open the door!”
Half-asleep, Jennifer Sullivan was startled awake by the banging. Realizing she’d fallen asleep sitting against the door, she stood up, her voice trembling, “Who is it?”
“It’s me,” Quentin’s voice was impatient.
Hearing him felt like a lifeline. She had considered that if Alexander Tyler harassed her again, no one in the mansion would help her. Her only options were to fight Alexander off and escape to seek help from Mrs. Eleanor or wait for Quentin’s return.
Even Alexander wouldn’t dare assault his sister-in-law in front of his brother.
She unlocked the door to find Quentin standing there. Her eyes welled up as she bit her lip, “You’re back.”
Seeing her disheveled, with torn sleeves and looking so pitiful, Quentin felt a pang of heartache. He suppressed the uncalled-for emotion, keeping his gaze cold and detached.
Jennifer realized how foolish she was to expect help from him, thinking he could be her support in the Tyler Family.
They were strangers before yesterday, and physical intimacy didn’t equate to any emotional bond. She couldn’t rely on anyone but herself.
“I was just so tired, I fell asleep sitting against the door…”
Suddenly, Quentin pushed her against the wall, kicking the door shut, catching her completely off guard.
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