Chapter 506

Alexander Brooks stayed quiet for a good while before he finally let out a single word, reluctant as hell. “Yeah.” Matthew Drake might’ve meant it. But just like that line from a classic novel he once read—tweaked a bit—it goes: Belated remorse ain’t worth a dime. Too little, too late. Even if Matthew died begging for forgiveness, would his aunt come back? Nope. And just because she couldn’t come back didn’t mean Alexander was gonna let it slide. Both Matthew and Samuel Drake had to pay for what they did. “So... what now? Are you gonna tell Grandpa?” Vivian Grant asked softly. Honestly, she hoped he wouldn’t. Last time, when Joseph Brooks had someone mess with her car, trying to stage an accident, Grandpa didn’t do much—just kicked him out of the family. Old people really couldn’t let go of blood ties. He always tried to keep the peace, never realizing that when someone was greedy enough, they’d swallow the whole damn world. The Brooks family was huge, with too much money—how many peop