70 The Race

"I don't need you to lecture me as though you're better than me. Why don't you think about how to explain what you're doing here to your brother?" Archie retorted, his tone edged with defiance. He was well aware of the turmoil within the Morrison family. Oliver, seething with frustration, clenched his teeth. The family's troubles had become an open secret, and there was no way to keep them under wraps. He couldn't shake the suspicion that someone within the family had divulged the details, hoping to capitalize on the chaos. They aimed to exploit the situation, fully aware that Oliver, in the midst of the crisis, wouldn't spare them a penny. The irony wasn't lost on Oliver. He viewed the scheming relatives as nothing more than a group of useless clowns, their attempts to benefit from the family's challenges seen as a farce. Yet, he acknowledged the truth, as long as Elvis, the figure of authority and stability, was alive, these manipulative maneuvers did nothing to affect the