Chapter 1766

Wyatt was so furious that his face turned crimson. Jolene sneered. "No personal motives? Then why did your grandson survive back then?" Her voice dripped with venom as she continued, "Don't come running to me for help in the future. If you're so capable, handle it yourself—or better yet, send your precious grandson to his death!" Without a shred of decorum, Jolene spun on her heel, dismissing Wyatt entirely. At the door, she suddenly paused, flinging a stack of classified documents onto the table. She grabbed Perseus by the arm and barked, "Perseus, let's go! There's no need to waste time with this deceitful old man. He's not worth it!" "Perseus, I—" Wyatt began, his voice unsteady. "Don't listen to him! Let's go!" Jolene snapped, cutting him off. She dragged Perseus out of the room before he could respond. Perseus glanced back, hoping for some reaction from Wyatt, but the old man remained motionless, making no attempt to stop them. A pang of disappointment—or perhaps dissatis