Chapter 307

[How exactly are we going to get someone else to do the dirty work?]

Barrett smirked. [The best way? Get the old man to do it himself!]

[But wouldn’t he be reluctant? I mean, Cyrus is his favorite son, after all!]

[You don’t get it. Our father cares more about his reputation than anything else!] Barrett’s voice dripped with malice as he continued, [All we need is a story outrageous enough to make his blood boil, and he’ll handle the rest.]

Before it even finished, Atticus’s fury exploded. He lunged at Barrett, and delivered a brutal kick.

“You ungrateful son!”

Barrett’s face turned ashen, and he spat out a mouthful of blood. He gasped, “Dad, it’s not true! It’s a lie! That brat faked the recording to deceive you!”

“Do you think I can’t tell if it’s real or not?” Atticus roared, his anger uncontrollable. “I may be old, but I’m not senile! You two scoundrels conspired to deceive me!”

Cyrus had never cursed Atticus. The story was a fabrication, a lie that had poisoned Atticus agai