"Then you figure something out!" Miles Prescott said. "With her running her mouth to Ethan Linden, there's no telling what he'll think of us! Right now, Ethan doesn't know the full picture. Regardless, you were the heir the old master personally appointed. Ethan won't make trouble for you for no reason."
After all, Ethan Linden was no Nathan Fawcett. Even though he was Chairman Fawcett's son, he'd had no official standing all these years. People on the outside didn't even know Chairman Fawcett had another son.
Charles Prescott said, "I'll do my best."
Just then, there was a knock on the door.
Charles Prescott went to open the door and saw a maid standing at the entrance. "Mrs. Prescott has fallen ill," she said. "She's asking you to come see her."
Charles Prescott asked, "What's wrong with Grandma?"
It was because of his grandmother's poor health back then that he'd had Sylvia Warren give birth to the child.
