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    Andromache, in particr, had suffered the worst injuries.


    A bullet had struck her chest, narrowly missing her heart by just ten inches. She was lucky to be alive, but now she was in the ICU, being closely monitored.


    Ralph, however, wasn’t fooled. He knew that the ten-inch miss had been no ident.


    It was clear that the attack had been intended to torment Andromache.


    Nate stared at his grandfather without emotion and replied coldly, “She’s still alive, isn’t she?”


    His casual tone, so detached and uncaring, felt like a de cutting through the air, stirring up fear and difort.


    Ralph locked eyes with him, his gaze hard. “They’ve been arrested. They’ll face thew. What do you gain from going to such extremes? Push someone too far, and they’ll fight back. This is a simple truth you should understand!”


    Nate let out a quietugh. “Don’t worry, I won’t kill her.”


    “She’s already been punished and locked up. Don’t you think it’s time for some mercy?” Ralph suggested.


    Nate’s expression remained unmoved, though a flicker of hostility shone in his eyes. “And let her recover and strike back?”


    Ralph had no response.


    As a parent, he knew his children better than anyone else.


    Andromache had always been spoiled and driven, but Ralph never expected her to fight for the position of family head.


    He had thought her past failure would have taught her something, but instead, it made her bolder and more reckless.


    She had even ordered her allies to target Corrine.


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    In the end, she only had herself to me.


    Time had softened Ralph’s heart. He wasn’t as harsh as he once was. Now, all he wanted was for his children to be safe and for no more disasters to strike.


    But the more he tried to keep the peace, the worse things got.


    Nate’s cold gaze met Ralph’s. “As long as she learns from this, I won’t take her life. You don’t need to worry.”


    Ralph exhaled deeply and fell silent.


    He nced over at Corrine eating in the dining room, his eyes narrowing. “Are you serious about her?”


    “I brought her here, didn’t I? Do I look like I’m kidding?” Nate raised an eyebrow, a wild spark in his gaze.


    “But you haven’t given her proper status yet,” Ralph pointed out, his look heavy with meaning. “Some lines shouldn’t be crossed. An idental death would make things look bad for both of you.”


    Nate stood near the wooden railing, one hand in his pocket, watching the fish swim in the pond below. “I know what I’m doing,” he replied calmly.


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