The two children he held in high regard, Harold and Rena, had been engaged in a clandestine romance for four long years. It was inconceivable.

As Waylen entered the room, Korbyn's fury erupted, leading him to hurl a cup against his own son.

Waylen made no effort to evade the projectile, resulting in a gash on his forehead from the impact, and crimson droplets trickled down his face.

Juliette's heart winced with pain at the sight.

Korbyn sneered contemptuously.

"Look at you. A mere scratch, and yet you fret over him. He anticipated this reaction from you, which is why he resorts to such tactics."

Waylen maintained a pretense of ignorance.

"Dad, what concern is

Harold's affair to me?"

Korbyn's rage spiraled out of control.

He pointed an accusing finger at Waylen and vented his fury.

“You persist in feigning ignorance. How proficient you are at deception! It may be acceptable for you to intimidate others in court but do you truly believe you can deceive your own father within the confines of our home? Let me tell you, Harold's mistress divulged everything to me."

Waylen chose to remain silent.

He took a seat on the sofa and used a tissue to staunch the bleeding from his forehead.

Korbyn fixated his gaze on Waylen and remarked sharply, “Why the silence now? Waylen, you truly are something! Aware of Harold's involvement with Rena, you proceeded to steal Rena away. And when you tire of playing with her, you intend to discard her covertly, don't you? What course of action do you believe is fitting for you now?"

Waylen's words trickled out slowly, laden with a weighty significance,

“Cecilia yearns to sever ties with Harold."

A subtle, enigmatic smile graced Waylen's countenance as he pressed on, his voice dripping with sincerity, “Dad, I implore you to divulge your desires concerning the Moore Group and I shall dutifully fulfill them.

Should it prove inconvenient for you, I shall shoulder the responsibility gladly.”

Korbyn's temper flared uncontrollably.

He believed his son possessed a knack for evading matters of importance while fixating on trivialities.

His gaze bore into his wife and his voice erupted in a bellow.