“Leopold, what are your plans now?”
Outside the villa gates, Finley and Leopold lingered, watching the warm lights of the living room and listening to the faint sounds of laughter from within.
Finley opened the vial and swallowed the pill inside. It was an antidote, but it was incredibly bitter.
Leopold’s gaze was firm. “I’m going to keep writing music. I’ll become the top artist in the industry. Then I’ll hold the biggest concert ever and give Larissa the most unforgettable birthday celebration of all time.”
He paused and turned to his brother. “What about you? Grandpa isn’t giving you the company anymore. What will you do?”
Finley looked down. “After all this, I’ve realized that just being healthy is more important than anything else. I think… I need to live differently. I want to go to Spire Village for a while. I want to experience the kind of life Larissa had there.”
“Go to the countryside?” Leopold said, surprised. “Finley, Dad has always had such high hopes for you. Do you think he’ll agree?”
“I’m not going to listen to Dad anymore,” Finley replied with a bitter smile. “It was because I always listened to him that my relationship with Neville and Sapphira fell apart. Tonight, I wasn’t even allowed to set foot inside their home.”
He remembered a time, long ago, when he knew Neville and Sapphira had no children and felt lonely. He had promised them he would visit often to keep them company.
But as he grew up, he forgot that promise. His father constantly reminded him that he was the heir to the Judson fortune and that he shouldn’t get too close to Neville and Sapphira; even without children, they were still rivals for the inheritance.
And now? He had lost the inheritance and his relationship with them.
Leopold had no rebuttal.

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