Chapter 85 Half Goes to the West Wing Blackwells

The members of the West Wing Blackwells felt rather smug, confident that they had the matter of inheritance under control. But their triumph was short-lived. Damian strode into the living room, hand in hand with Evelyn. "Uncle Owen, I'm still very much alive. Don't you think your earlier comments were a bit premature?" Damian said coolly. Owen and Xenia exchanged uneasy glances, both suddenly uncomfortable. "Damian, Xenia and I are only looking out for you!" Owen protested. "Look at you—refusing to change roles or retire from your high-risk job. What respectable woman would want to marry you? I don't mean to be rude; I'm just being honest." Owen smirked, but Damian's response was a cold, mocking smile. Before his return, Damian had considered asking his father to take a few West Wing Blackwells under his wing—just in case anything happened to him, ensuring his parents wouldn't be left alone. However, he never imagined the West Wing Blackwells would stoop this low. It seemed th