BRAELYN'S POV
I didn't know which was worse, the heaviness of the silence that followed the will reading or the way Raphael's jaw twitched like he was holding himself back from shattering something.
What was Gregor thinking? He basically put Lucien in a worse position than he already was with this stunt. "This has to be a joke," Raphael repeated again, as if the realisation hadn't sunk in yet.
The lawyer. "These are Late, Sir Gregor wishes. If you are not satisfied, you can contest in the court of law." He added. Lucien remained silent, but there was an obvious smirk on his lips. His taunting arrogant look made him feel he was better than everyone
And maybe he was.
It wasn't just the properties, it was the guilt written in every line of that will. "For not being the father you needed, I leave you the things I once valued more than you."
That one line made Raphael's knuckles turn white. Ronan's face was still stern, and Raphael was treading on the brink.
