Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 797

Chapter 797: Like mother, like son.

"Moon is waiting for me at the hospital," Aiden said briefly, letting Morgan know that he has more important things to do.

Morgan’s brows furrowed, and he tapped the cane against the floor. "I know, and that’s why I stopped you now and not after Arwen returns home." There was a flair or irritation in his tone —one that came from disapproval.

However, Aiden wasn’t affected by it. He walked towards him without faltering and calmly took a seat across from him. "What is it you want to talk about?"

Morgan stared at him, his brows never easing. After a moment, he finally asked, "I heard Dafydd came to Cralens a week or two ago? Do you know about it?"

Aiden looked back at him, his gaze as nonchalant as it could be. "That’s definitely not what you want to clarify, is it?"

Before Morgan could speak, Aiden cut in smoothly, answering exactly what Morgan was there to find out, "If you want, you can mourn for him now."

His words stunned Morgan for a moment, and he could not speak for several seconds. When he recovered, he asked, "You killed him."

"Not yet." Aiden shook his head. "I wouldn’t let death be his easy option ... an easy escape."

"Aiden!"

"I will make him crave for it every day, every moment, every second," Aiden said, his voice carrying the insanity that Morgan very well knew he was capable of. "I will make him beg for it, cry for it and yet not let him have it the easy way. He will suffer the consequence of the very thought of harming something he should have even thought of harming in the first place. So ..." he paused in his words, only to take a lung full of breath. "You can mourn for him. Because death is already written in his fate. And I am there to make it more and more painful for him."

Morgan closed his eyes, not in disapproval or disappointment, but in realization that nothing he would say would change a thing in what his grandson had decided.

Of course, Dafydd was his son, and seeing him go earlier than him was both unfortunate and heartbreaking. His old heart couldn’t help but fear the pain that would follow.

He might have been cold and indifferent to him, but he could erase the fact that he was the son he had with his wife.

"Now that you have had what you were meaning to ask me," Aiden spoke with the tone of finality. "I don’t think you need me here sitting in front of him anymore." He stood up, ready to leave. "Moon must be waiting for me. I will leave first."

And with that, he turned and took the steps towards the door. However, just then, Morgan spoke up again.

"Aiden," his voice held an exhaustion as though he was tired of it all already. "You might not have accepted Dafydd ever, but he is still your father. If you punish him so severely, the family might not take it lying low. They might rebel against you and —"

"The family?" Aiden turned, scoffing at that. "Don’t tell me even you believed that I ever considered Winslow as my family —the ones I would protect with my life?"

Morgan didn’t reply. He didn’t need to. The answer was written all over Aiden’s face.

"I only associate myself with what my mother left me with. I stayed there because it was her dying wish," Aiden continued, his tone sharp but steady. "Everything I have done —every decision, every restraint —was for her wish. Winslow was never my family. It was just a legacy she wanted me to take over. And because she wanted it, I kept it alive."

He took a step forward, the light from the window catching on his features, hardening the shadows across his jaw.

"If the rest of them wish to rebel, they can. I don’t care. But if they think they can take what’s mine, they are gravely mistaken. I won’t let my mother’s last wish go unfulfilled."

His voice dropped lower, quieter —almost reverent.

"To me, only two women have ever mattered in my life. One who is already gone from this world ... and another, who has become my entire world." He paused, his eyes softening for just a fleeting second —the briefest glimpse of the man behind the armour. "There is nothing I wouldn’t do for them. They are the only family I ever had."

And with that, Aiden turned to leave.

Morgan didn’t stop him this time. He sat there, watching the fading figure of his grandson —a man who carried the weight of both vengeance and love in equal measure.

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