Scars Of A Broken Bond
Chapter 528

Harrell's emotions were tangled about this.

He had once advocated for Tyrone's dismissal when the previous chairman was healthy, but was caught off guard when the chairman passed away unexpectedly.

He was forced to concede that Tyrone as chairman was the only feasible solution at this point.

Harrell cast a look at Larry, whose gaze was lowered, his face a mask of cool detachment, as if lost in thought.

Cesar, before his passing, left a will promoting Tyrone to chairman. It was clear he was dissatisfied with the change in presidency and aimed to limit Larry.

Yet, both were Cesar's grandsons. Although Larry hadn't made remarkable contributions, he also hadn't committed any glaring mistakes. So, why the bias from their grandfather?

Or had Larry done something to provoke Cesar's displeasure? Kylan relayed the meeting's outcomes to Tyrone, who had just returned to his villa.

Sabrina had already begun eating and Tyrone could finally unwind.

Tyrone stood on the second-floor balcony, lighting a cigar. After pocketing his lighter, he took a drag, forming a smoke ring as he exhaled. His emotions were even more intricate now.

He had never anticipated this outcome.

He had assumed his grandfather would be profoundly disappointed in him following his meeting with Galilea, yet surprisingly, his grandfather had chosen to defend him, a kindness he felt undeserving of.

Holding the cigar between his index and middle fingers, Tyrone turned around, leaned against the railing, and gazed across the villa.

For three years of Tyrone and Sabrina's marriage, this place had been their home.

Their lives had been tightly woven together, inseparable.

This place held all their cherished memories.

But once they returned from St. Carleigh Church, he would move out of here. Sabrina would be gone from his life.

The shrill ring of his phone interrupted his musings.

It was a video call from Kira.

A cherubic face filled the screen, bright blue eyes twinkling.

Kira was standing beside. "Jennie, your uncle's answering."

"Uncle Tyrone! I miss you!" Jennie's face lit up.

Tyrone's face softened into a rare smile. "I miss you too, Jennie."

But his smile held a touch of sorrow.