Provoked by Christopher, Astrid quickly made her way to Hatchbay in the middle of the night while


    reeking of alcohol.


    Wyatt was at home. Quentin attended to him while he took his medications, and M was there,


    keeping an eye on his blood pressure.


    Lately, Wyatt has been so angry with Be that it has caused his blood pressure to skyrocket. Despite


    being the chairman of the KS Group and a top tycoon, he could not locate his daughter''s whereabouts.


    As days went by, he transitioned from being furious to simply feeling worried for his daughter''s safety.


    He gradually calmed down.


    He kept asking Asher and the others about Be, but her brothers stayed tight-lipped because they


    knew that Wyatt''s strong emotions stemmed from his love for her, but this could also lead to chaos. As


    long as they kept him focused on worrying about Be, his hatred and loathing toward Justin could be


    somewhat diverted.


    "Wyatt, I''m not trying to scare you, but you really need to take care of your health."


    M put away the blood pressure monitor with a concerned look on her face. "You often joke about


    being halfway to the grave, but deep down, I know how much you cherish the idea of a long and


    healthy life. You dream of watching your children and grandchildren lead happy lives in their own


    families, experiencing the joy of having four generations together. But if you continue neglecting your


    well-being, I''m afraid that you might not live to see that day."


    Wyatt pursed his lips and remained silent, like a boy being reprimanded by an adult.


    Next to him, Quentin could only muster a helpless smile. Out of all the women in the family, it was only


    M''s words that Wyatt really took to heart. Maybe it was because of her strong presence.


    "My health is getting worse by the day, and I can''t help but me that brat, Be! One of these days,


    she''ll be the end of me. She''s probably happy spending her time with that rascal Justin and starting


    their own little pack of..."


    The bitter words were blurted out, causing Wyatt''s heart to ache and cutting him off mid-sentence.


    In the quiet study, there was a heavy feeling of sorrow.


    "Wyatt, from now on, please never say such things in front of Be." M looked even more stern.


    "You''re always giving orders and showing off in public, but you can''t be disrespectful to your children.


    Otherwise, no one will respect you."


    Wyatt stayed silent, pressing his lips tightly together.


    "Be is already very upset."


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    M lowered her gaze, took a deep breath, and continued, "As her family, we should always be there


    for her, no matter what. We shouldn''t just express our own anger without considering how she feels. It''s


    like stabbing her in the heart with our words."


    She continued, "Wyatt, I was the first to support you, and I have seen how Be has grown up-how


    strong and sensible she is. Over the years, even though she grew up privileged, she has never tried to


    stop you from anything or make unreasonable demands on you, right?"


    Wyatt''s lips were pressed so tightly that they turned white. The tension was evident as he processed


    what M said and faced the reality of his own harshness toward his daughter.


    "Your daughter has never asked you for anything, and now all she wants is Justin. Why can''t you just


    grant her this?" M remarked bitterly.


    "She''s sacrificing so much for that bastard! Can I even consider myself her dad if I stand by and let her


    harm herself?" Wyatt felt a touch ofpassion, but he remained stubborn.


    "But Be has never truly been happy all these years." M''s eyes started to turn red. "It''s only when


    she''s with Justin that I really get the sense that she is genuinely happy from the bottom of her heart."


    "But Justin, he..."


    "Wyatt, do you remember what Yara said to you before she passed away? Can you remember her


    exact words?"


    Wyatt felt a tingling sensation shoot up his back, like an electric shock running to the top of his head,


    causing his pupils to shrink involuntarily.


    Of course he remembered.


    Even if his vision faded, his speech became slow, and his body weakened, he believed he would


    always remember Yara''s appearance, words, and joyful expression.


    Even if he was dying, remembering their time together could still bring a heartfelt smile to his face.