Chapter 766 Not the Ideal Family
Cherise was dumbfounded. Walter’s words were like a slap in the face; his response was not what she had expected from a concerned father.
“Uncle Walter,” she said, her voice low and dangerous, “don’t you have any concern for your own son?”
Walter nonchalantly took a sip of his wine, his smile never faltering. “Concern? What’s there to be concerned about? Didn’t you all say he’d wake up eventually?”
Cherise’s anger simmered just below the surface. “Well, yes, we said that…”
“So, isn’t that settled then?” Parcia interjected quickly. “He’s not in any immediate danger, he’s not dying, he’ll wake up eventually, it’s no big deal.”
Cherise stared at them, speechless.
Walter continued, his smile undisturbed. “While Zac’s not dying, I understand Mr. Lenoir is principles. Since you’ve come to apologize, I won’t hold a grudge.”
He raised his glass. “However, I have a business proposal for Mr. Lenoir.”
“Our demands are simple: thirty million in compensation, and we’ll call it even. No one at Miles Manor will ever breathe a word about Zac being injured saving your wife or any debt you owe us. I’ll even publicly declare that Zac’s injury was his own fault and has nothing to do with the Lenoirs!”
Walter leaned back in his chair, a smirk tugging at his lips. “So, Damien, thirty million seems like a fair price, but I’m always open to negotiation.”
Cherise’s jaw dropped. Zachary was fighting for his life in a coma. Yet, his own father sat there bargaining like it was just another business deal. The audacity of it all was mind-boggling.
Damien’s smile remained unwavering. “I think you misunderstood, Mr. Miles. We came to apologize, but collaboration with Miles Group is off the table.”
Walter’s smirk faltered. “No collaboration? Sure, we have an alternate plan for your consideration, too.”
Chad, Water’s son, chimed in. “Well then, Mr. Lenoir can simply transfer twenty million to our account.
Same difference.”
Cherise clenched her fists, her voice trembling with anger. “So, you expect us to apologize with a bribe?”
Chad shook his head hastily. “Oh, no! What a misunderstanding! We never demanded money. We’re happy to accept whatever Mr. Lenoir decides to give us. I can personally collect the money at your convenience, no worries.”
Cherise slammed her fists on the table. “Finally, I understand why Zac and Kareen are so close to my mother and barely even acknowledge their own family.”
She looked around the room with disgust. “Who would want to stay in such a place?”
disgust. “Who
Suddenly,ng cucked into place. Zachary’s aversion to Miles Marior, his preference for Cherise’s mother’s home since cl…dhood, his eagerness to follow her to Lermite it all mesense. This was not a
place he belonged.
Before coming here, Cherise had considered asking Damien for help if he didn’t mind. After all, Zachary was essentially running Miles Group now, and his injury would undoubtedly impact business.
But Walter and Chad slapped her good intentions in the face, extinguishing any possible assistance. They didn’t deserve it anyway. Their concern wasn’t for Zachary; it was for the profit they could squeeze from his misfortune.
Taking a deep breath, Cherise turned to Walter. “It baffles me that you are so indifferent to your son’s condition yet so eager to exploit it for your own gain.”
