Chapter 577 Keep Your Distance
At the threshold of the Doyle family estate, Benjamin found himself lagging behind Dermot, his gaze unfocused as he observed the man striding ahead.
"Are you satisfied now?" The question slipped from Benjamin's lips, his tone steeped in a chilling detachment, the fiery wrath within him seemingly extinguished.
He was well aware that no matter how potent he was, was of little consequence to Dermot.
Abruptly, Dermot halted and pivoted to face Benjamin. "Are you blaming me for unveiling your deception? Even tigers refrain from devouring their offspring. What about you?"
A flicker of tension crossed Benjamin's face, but he swiftly regained his composure. "I never meant to cause you harm. My only intention was to forge a safe path for your brother."
"Brother? I have no brother." Dermot's scoff echoed in the air. His mother had only given birth to him—there was no so-called brother in the picture.
"Regardless of your denial, Luke is your brother." Benjamin's stance was unwavering, seemingly oblivious to the revulsion etched on Dermot's face.
Dermot's countenance darkened as he closed the gap between himself and Benjamin. "If I were in your shoes, I'd take Luke and disappear. Quit lurking around. Do you genuinely believe Grandpa Doyle will restrain me? Do you think I, Dermot, am that tender-hearted?"
"You—"
"Let me clarify, I simply haven't found the time to address you. But once I do, you'll witness how I handle you both." With that, Dermot turned on his heel and strode away from the Doyle estate, leaving Benjamin without another word.
As Benjamin watched Dermot's retreating figure, he gritted his teeth in loathing. The son was a stark contrast to him, exhibiting a ruthlessness that mirrored Grandpa Doyle.
He knew his time with the Doyles was nearing its end. Filled with anxiety and agitation, he began to strategize his next move.
He wouldn't surrender without a fight; he was a Doyle, as was his son Luke. Why should the Doyle legacy belong solely to Dermot?
With that thought in mind, he resolved to locate Luke first. They needed to devise a plan together.
Unbeknownst to Dermot, his father hadn't thrown in the towel. After departing the estate, he returned to his company to immerse himself in work.
Later, he received a call from his friend Craig, extending an invitation for a drink. Dermot remained silent; he was aware that Evelyn would arrive for Ruby early the next morning, and with Blake accompanying her, success was inevitable.
Despite the circumstances, Dermot hoped Craig and Ruby could enjoy one final night together. After their impending separation, it was uncertain when they would reunite.
That evening, adhering to tradition, Dermot arrived at Evelyn's to prepare dinner, and Blake was still present. Although he wasn't particularly pleased with Dermot's company, he couldn't deny the man's culinary skills.
In the kitchen, Evelyn was rinsing vegetables beside Dermot. Recalling Craig's phone call earlier that day, Dermot couldn't resist asking, "Have you contacted Ruby recently?"
"No," Evelyn shook her head. "I didn't want to arouse Craig's suspicions, so I've kept my distance."
The more critical the situation, the more cautious Evelyn became.
"Why don't you call her? Perhaps she isn't eager to relocate to Columbia," Dermot suggested nonchalantly, his eyes scrutinizing Evelyn for any reaction.
At his words, Evelyn's expression subtly shifted. "What are you insinuating?"
"Craig called me today, seemed quite cheerful. We had a casual conversation, and I gathered that he and Ruby have been getting along rather well," Dermot revealed, beginning to suspect that Ruby might harbor feelings for Craig.
After a lengthy silence, Evelyn finally responded, "I understand your point, but it's not about accepting Craig as an individual. It's his methods we can't condone. Taking Ruby away is also a test for him. He needs to understand that genuine care for someone isn't about forcefully keeping them close—that's not love."
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