Chapter - 204


    "It''s simple, really," he dered, his tone firm and resolute. "Evelina possesses qualities that are sorelycking in your descendants. She''s a force to be reckoned with—strong, capable, and willing to do whatever it takes to ensure the family''s legacy."


    With a pointed look, Rick continued, "It''s time for you to take a step back, dear matriarch, and focus on nurturing the next generation. Let Evelina take the reins and lead the Blood Thorne family into a new era of prosperity."


    The old woman absorbed Rick''s bold statements in silence, her face a mask of impassivity. Yet, underneath that serene facade, a tumultuous storm of emotions brewed—anger, disbelief, and a touch of admiration for his brazenness.


    Rick''s tant challenge to her authority, his suggestion that she step down, felt like a personal affront, yet she couldn''t help but recognize the courage it took to voice such thoughts.


    Fixing Rick with a look that seemed to bore into his very soul, the matriarch''s voice took on a gravitas that seemed to echo with the authority of centuries.


    "Tell me, then," she intoned, her voice rising not in volume but in a formidable firmness thatmanded attention, "what exactly do you know about the Blood Thorne family? Do you truly understand the legacy and the burdens we carry?"


    Rick, caught off-guard by the intensity of her gaze and the depth of the question, paused. It was one thing to challenge the status quo, armed with confidence and a smattering of hearsay, but it was another to confront the weight of history and legacy head-on. Your journey continues at mvl


    After a moment of introspection, he found himself at a loss for words, his earlier confidence dwindling under the weight of her scrutiny.


    "No," he finally conceded, hesitated for a moment before sheepishly shaking his head.


    Unfazed by Rick''s dwindling confidence, the old woman pressed on, her questions sharp and unrelenting, like daggers slicing through the air. "And do you have any inkling of what the Blood Thorne family actually does?" she probed further, her gaze piercing into Rick''s, as though trying to peel back theyers of his bravado to glimpse the real substance beneath.


    Rick, caught in the crossfire of her interrogation, felt the weight of his ignorance bearing down on him. Yet, determined not to let his unease show, he maintained his smirk, a testament to his stubbornness rather than his confidence. "No, I don''t," he responded, his voice tinged with a forced casualness, attempting to mask the depth of his cluelessness.


    Not missing a beat, the old womanunched her final question, her voice imbued with a cool confidence that seemed to fill the room, "Then tell me, Rick," she paused for a moment, allowing the silence to thicken, "do you even have any concept of how ancient the Blood Thorne family is?"


    Rick met her question with a resigned nod, his earlier bravado evaporating into the charged air between them. "It''s a no, again," he admitted, recognizing the vast chasm of knowledge and understanding thaty between them.


    As the old Matriarch''s words cut through the air, Rick felt a palpable shift in the atmosphere. Her gaze, sharp and revealing, seemed to slice through his defenses,ying bare his naivete and boldness for the room to judge.


    He found himself ensnared in a silence, his usual confident smirk morphing into a facade of nonchnce that thinly veiled his crumbling self-assurance.


    Letting out a weary sigh, the old woman shook her head, her face etching a portrait of disbelief and disappointment. "And yet, here you are, casting judgments and making derations about matters you have noprehension of?" she echoed back at him, her voiceden with a mix of astonishment and reproach.


    She leaned in slightly, her eyes narrowing, "To think, Someone who is but an infant in front of my eyes, barely alive for a few years, thinks you can dictate your terms with me? Howughable."


    "A mere infant in the grand scheme of things. Truly, this is the height of folly." Her words hung heavily in the air, a testament to the absurdity she found in Rick''s audacity.


    At this juncture, Geoffrey couldn''t hold back a snort ofughter, clearly amused by Rick''s predicament. This mockery from Geoffrey sent a surge of anger through Rick, his cheeks ming with humiliation as he locked eyes with Geoffrey, whose glee at Rick''s expense was evident.


    Turning her gaze from Rick to Geoffrey. The old woman turned to Geoffrey, her disappointment was clearly visible in her facial expressions. Rick sat confused and silent, staring at her.


    The old woman stood up, her stature emanating a blend of grace and determination that filled the room. She nced at Geoffrey, her voice carrying a blend of softness and regret, "You were right; my judgment was wed," she conceded, her words floating in the air like a whispered confession of misjudgment.


    She then turned, her movements suggesting a chapter closing, and began her dignified procession towards the exit. Rick, left in the wake of her departure, found his mind racing, trying to decipher theyers of meaning behind her words.


    Watching the retreating figures of the old woman and Geoffrey, Rick felt a familiar surge of defiance bubble within him. His pride, wounded and bruised from the exchange, refused to lie dormant. The very idea of letting them leave, of having them believe they had bested him, sparked a rebellion in his heart.


    Rick was not one to be easily dismissed or walked over; his pride soared higher than the peaks of Everest.


    Gathering his resolve, he took a deep, steadying breath, the air seeming to buoy his confidence. Straightening his cor with a gesture that spoke volumes of his refusal to capitte, he found his voice, "I…"


    The single word echoed in the space between them, a verbal anchor that halted the old woman and her butler in their tracks. They paused, the tension palpable, as the room held its breath. The old woman turned, her expression inscrutable, yet her raised eyebrows extended an invitation for Rick toplete his thought, to throw his final card on the table.


    Rick''s voice found strength as he spoke, his initial hesitation giving way to a burgeoning confidence. "I was the one who managed to cure you," he asserted, locking eyes with the old woman. His statement was bold, almost defiant.


    "In a time when all seemed lost, when no remedy or healer could bring you sce, it was I who emerged with the solution. This was after our paths first crossed, remember?"


    The abrupt revtion stopped the old woman in her tracks, transforming her dismissive disappointment into a piqued curiosity. She turned fully to face him now, her interest visibly piqued, and even Geoffrey couldn''t help but turn his attention back towards Rick, an eyebrow raised in silent inquiry.


    Encouraged by their undivided attention, Rick pushed on, his words gaining momentum. "And let''s not forget about your most trustedpanion, your lover," he said, throwing a pointed look towards Geoffrey, his toneced with a mix of challenge and triumph. "Despite his devotion, he couldn''t bring you back from the brink. Or maybe he did not want to."


    "Yet, it was I, an outsider to your close-knit circle, who found the necessary solution. I was the one who saved your life."


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