From Outcast to Overlord The Unyielding Heir (Leander Ashcroft) novel Chapter 332

hapter 332 Reginald Bowed, His Obsession Scattered

The bronze lock hit the ground and broke cleanly in two. With that, the bond between Leander, Gareth, and the rest of the Ashcroft family was severed by his words alone.

Long before setting foot in the residence, he had already decided what he wanted to do. Reclaiming what was lost, demanding justice–those things meant nothing to him. All he wanted was to stand before the Ashcrofts and declare to the world that he had not died and was living better than any of them, that the name Leander Ashcroft still carried weight.

To him, the Ashcroft Residence was nothing more than a memory, a place without attachment or nostalgia. Beyond Ethan and Lydia, there was no one else in the family he cared about. He had come that day to cut ties once and for all, leaving nothing behind.

The lock shattered, yet the hall remained deathly silent. From the moment Leander had appeared until now, no one dared to speak. His presence alone held the room in thrall, silencing every breath.

Mira’s gaze flickered as she looked at him. Since childhood, she had seen Leander as her absolute idol. Back then, even though they had all been children, Leander was already the undisputed leader among Highcliffe’s younger generation.

Neither Tycen of the O’Brien family nor Rodrick of the Wave family–both of whom now dominated Highcliffe’s elite circles–had been able to stand against him. Each time they clashed, Leander had crushed them without effort, leaving them with a fear that ran bone- deep.

It was only after Leander’s sudden disappearance at the age of ten that Tycen, Rodrick, and others like them had the chance to breathe again. From there, they trained relentlessly, their wings gradually filling out, until they rose to become Highcliffe’s most powerful heirs.

She had often wondered what heights Leander might have reached if he had never vanished. Now that he had returned, the reality was far from what she had imagined. Instead of reuniting with their family, he severed ties with them, publicly chastising Gareth and Reginald in their own hall, mocking the family’s century–old legacy without hesitation.

Once again, she found herself overwhelmed by his sheer force of will.

“Leander!” Ethan stepped forward, tugging gently at his arm. He had thought that when his brother came back, though he carried anger toward Gareth and Reginald, family ties might still soften his heart. But Leander’s words shattered that hope completely.

Leander shook him off, sweeping his cold gaze between Gareth and Reginald. “Once, this family was my pride and faith. Not anymore. Every blade of grass, every single thing tied to this family–even the name itself–means nothing to me. From this day forward, the Ashcrofts and I walk separate paths. We have nothing to do with each other.”

When he finished, he clasped his hands in salute toward Gareth and Reginald, his expression as indifferent as ever. “Old Mr. Reginald Ashcroft, Mr. Gareth Ashcroft, and all of you here today- thank you for your time. I’ll be taking my leave.”

His words made Gareth and Reginald flinch. The respectful titles sounded polite enough on the surface, but to them, they cut deeper than if he had shouted their names with hatred.

For if Leander still called them by name, at least it would mean he still felt anger–anger meant there was still some emotional tie. But now, with the distance in those honorifics, it was clear: to Leander, the Ashcrofts were strangers.

Lydia’s eyes brimmed with tears, her heart aching, yet she said nothing. She understood his choice better than anyone. If her own father and grandfather had treated her the same way, she would have reacted even more fiercely than Leander.

Leander gave the room one final clasped salute, patted Ethan on the shoulder, and bent slightly toward Lydia. Then, without hesitation, he turned to leave the Ashcroft family’s main hall.

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