Ann remained sprawled on the floor, obstinate in her refusal to rise.
Korbyn felt powerless.
Once upon a time, he had believed Lyndon to be a gentleman. Now, it appeared that Lyndon couldn’t even manage his own family affairs, allowing them to spiral out of control.
Korbyn decided to intervene, his tone earnest. “If the bone marrow bank confirms that Rena is a suitable donor for Lyndon, we will not impede her selfless act of kindness towards a stranger. However, Rena will never participate in the donation process as his daughter. As for Alexis, she is just a child. How could you suggest such a thing?”
Ann refused to give in.
Dahlia interjected, her voice pleading, “Korbyn, we’ve known each other for so many years!”
Korbyn’s response was icy, “And what does that matter? I refuse to believe that neither you nor Lyndon were aware of Elvira’s actions, yet you concealed the truth from us and constantly demanded repayment!”
Due to their deceit, Waylen had nearly lost his wife and child.
They had endured numerous hardships over the past years.
Yet, the audacity of the Coleman family to brazenly demand recompense as if nothing had transpired left them astounded.
Korbyn summoned the butler and issued an order, “Henceforth, if any member of the Coleman family arrives, do not open the door.”
Lyndon chanced upon this piece of information as he made his way over.
Positioned by the entrance of the hall, he found himself in an exceedingly awkward predicament. His voice quivered slightly as he asked, “Korbyn, are you truly going to sever ties with me, a close friend?”
Gazing upon Lyndon’s ailing countenance, Korbyn was overcome with pity for his friend.
However, Korbyn held the position of authority within the family.
He served as Rena’s father-in-law and Alexis’ grandfather. It was imperative for the Fowler family to sever all connections with the Coleman family. Any other course of action would be unjust towards Rena and her daughter.
Korbyn steeled his heart and affirmed, “Yes. We are through.”
Lyndon grasped the doorknob, on the verge of collapsing.
He and Korbyn had been friends for numerous years. The realization that their relationship had disintegrated in such a manner was difficult for Lyndon to fathom. Was he truly a failure? Why was he consistently incapable of retaining the people around him?
When he inquired, Korbyn responded in a deep voice, “As a man, you must be resolute. Had you managed to rectify the misunderstanding with Reina in a timely manner, today’s circumstances would not have transpired. You love that woman, yet you sympathize with this woman. The problem is, you can’t have them both! You have made numerous mistakes. You yearn for Rena to acknowledge you as her father, yet you also desire her and Elvira to be good sisters. Lyndon… You are incredibly and foolishly greedy.”
Lyndon’s complexion grew pallid.
His gaze shifted towards Rena and Alexis, who stood beside Rena.
He had finally come face to face with Rena.
With only one heartfelt wish remaining before his demise, he posed a trembling question, “Rena, can you address me as ‘Dad’?”