Chapter 421

No one paid any heed to Charlie's words. Lucas sat in silence, his brow deeply furrowed, taking slow, measured breaths. Fred slumped in his seat, his face etched with sorrow. He still couldn't fully grasp that something had happened to Andrew. The news had come far too suddenly. "Lucas, Dad, I think Charlie might be right," Patrick finally said. "I'll send someone to Thenswy to bring Andrew back." Despite his somber tone, Patrick felt a surge of relief. Andrew, Lucas' son and Fred's first grandson, had always been the heir apparent. Though Andrew hadn't been part of the family for years, his existence posed a threat. If the news of his death were true, it would be one less competitor. Caleb, second in line, would now likely inherit the patriarch's title—if things went according to plan. "Tiffany, could you step outside with me for a moment? I need to have a word with you." While everyone was still grieving for Andrew's death, Charlie suddenly looked at Tiffany, attempting to pu