Chapter Fifty Nine: The Prodigal Son

Trevor "Stay behind, Trevor," Grandpa said after Celine and Chairman Holden left. "I need to talk to you." "I have to be on my way. It's late," I replied, not meeting his gaze. Grandpa was silent for a few minutes as he watched me. I looked up at him when the silence stretched unbearably, itching to leave. "Don't you think you're being unwise?" "I've always been unwise," I returned, shrugging noncommittally. "Do you think I'm joking?" Grandpa bristled. "I know you're not." Grandpa swallowed, his throat bobbing. "Come back home," he said. "You don't need me here," I replied. "This isn't about needing you. It's about the family's prestige. How do you expect to fend for yourself?" "I don't need your money. I will find my own way." "You want to be a disappointment every step of the way. I won't allow you," Grandpa said, tweaking a finger in my direction. "Your keys and your card are on the drawer in your room. I told James to leave them there. Go take them back and lea