All Chapters of The Rejected Son’s Road to Retribution: Chapter 141
- Chapter 150
181 chapters
Chapter 141
The day of departure finally arrived.That morning, the airport felt busier than usual. Departure announcements overlapped one another, suitcase wheels clattered against the floor, and people moved past with destinations of their own.Amid the crowd, Anna stood with them, accompanying them to the international departure area.The Thorne family paused briefly before the final screening. Mr. Thorne looked at Anna with sincere eyes and said, “Thank you, and I’m sorry for all the trouble we’ve caused you.”Anna smiled faintly and shook her head. “It’s no trouble at all. I’m just glad Scarlett is doing better.”Mrs. Thorne gently squeezed Anna’s hand, thanking her in a soft voice, while Scarlett herself smiled brightly, so different from her condition just weeks ago.They exchanged a few light words before Mr. Thorne, with quiet tact, gave them space.“We’ll go on ahead,” he said, glancing at Tyson and Anna. “Take your time.”Once they were left alone, the atmosphere shifted into something
Chapter 142
The plane touched down smoothly on the runway of Pueblo International Airport in the late afternoon. The wheels let out a soft screech before gradually slowing, accompanied by a light vibration that marked the end of the long journey.From the window, Tyson watched the silhouette of a city he had not set foot in for a long time, familiar, yet strangely distant.As they entered the arrival area, security was already in place. Several uniformed officers stood neatly arranged, keeping a deliberate distance so as not to draw unnecessary attention.Among them, a man with an upright posture stepped forward.“Tyson. Welcome back.”Commissioner General Rodriguez did not bother with formalities. As soon as they were close enough, he pulled Tyson into a brief but firm embrace and gave his shoulder two solid pats, a gesture typical of a senior greeting a junior he had known for years.“You’re still standing tall,” he said with a broad smile. “That’s good to see.”Tyson returned it with a faint s
Chapter 143
Seeing the unmistakable seriousness in Tyson’s eyes, Rodriguez didn’t respond with humor.“Then let’s talk somewhere quieter,” he said, gesturing for Tyson to follow him.He made the suggestion without hesitation. His relationship with Mr. Thorne, his brother-in-law, had always been very good. They were used to coming in and out of each other’s studies, especially when important matters were being discussed. There were no rigid boundaries between them.Tyson gave a brief nod.They headed toward Mr. Thorne’s study. The heavy wooden door closed firmly after Rodriguez switched on the light. The room was calm, lined with bookshelves and filled with the scent of old wood, private enough for a conversation not meant for careless ears.Rodriguez sat down behind the desk, while Tyson paused for a moment before taking the chair across from him.“So,” Rodriguez began, his tone turning serious, “what exactly are you planning to do in Pueblo?”Tyson didn’t waste time.“I intend to develop Ravenha
Chapter 144
For the next three days, Tyson stayed at the Thorne family residence.His days were busy and methodical. Between resting and sharing meals with the Thornes, Tyson went out several times to survey potential locations for Ravenhart. He was accompanied by Scarlett’s trusted assistant, a man who understood the business direction that had been agreed upon long before the accident. They visited several buildings. In the end, Tyson found what he was looking for. A building that was quiet yet strategic. It didn’t draw excessive attention, but it had room to grow.Without hesitation, he finalized the purchase.That wasn’t all. Tyson also bought a house. It wasn’t large, nor was it too close to the Thorne residence.With that house now his, there was no longer any valid reason for him to remain under the Thorne family’s roof.Moving day arrived sooner than expected.Mr. Thorne couldn’t accompany him due to work obligations he couldn’t leave behind. Mrs. Thorne stayed home to care for Scarlett
Chapter 145
Kaylee stared at her phone screen for a long moment. Several photos were displayed there, taken from a safe distance, slightly tilted, clearly rushed shots.In front of an ordinary-looking minimarket, a man stood holding a simple grocery bag.Tyson.That side profile was far too familiar to be denied.A sharper jawline, features now more defined and refined, casual clothing that looked simple yet unmistakably expensive. There was no trace left of the recklessness from old memories, only a calm, distant aura.Yet for Kaylee, the change did nothing to make Tyson harder to recognize. If anything, it made it easier.That face was etched far too deeply into her memory.Kaylee’s fingers tightened around her phone. Something hot crept up from her chest, suppressed anger, mixed with a sense of injustice that had never truly faded.She hated Tyson.Not because Tyson had ever hurt her directly. Not because of some dramatic argument or cruel words.Kaylee wasn’t smart when it came to business. S
Chapter 146
Kaylee let out a small snort, her lips curving into a thin, mocking smile.“Relax,” she said lightly, though her words were sharp. “I’m not so bored with my life that I’d want to steal your seat.”Her tone sounded casual, but her eyes didn’t smile. She folded her arms across her chest, meeting Martin’s gaze without the slightest hint of fear.Their relationship hadn’t always been like this.Once, Martin had been the older brother who always stood in front of her. The first to defend Kaylee when their father was angry. The one who covered her ears when family meetings grew loud and harsh. The one who spoiled her with small gifts and trivial promises, just to see her smile.Somewhere along the way, all of that had changed.For the past two years, every look Martin gave her felt calculated. Every question carried suspicion. As if Kaylee, his own sister, had suddenly become a variable that needed to be watched.At first, Kaylee thought it was exhaustion. Martin barely ever rested. Meeting
Chapter 147
Tyson was sitting in his study, his laptop open on the desk, several digital files neatly arranged on the screen.He had just ended a call with one of the local legal consultants handling Ravenhart’s initial registration and licensing in Pueblo. Several names and schedules had been noted; the workflow was beginning to take shape.Everything was proceeding according to plan.Just as he was about to dial the next number, the house phone suddenly rang.Tyson glanced at the small display at the corner of his desk. An internal line.He picked it up.“Hello,” he said briefly.“Good afternoon, Mr. Tyson,” came the voice of a middle-aged man on the other end. It was the residential security center.“Sorry to disturb you. We’ve received an unscheduled visitor.”Tyson leaned back slightly in his chair.The area where he lived was a gated residential complex with a closed security system. Every vehicle and visitor had to be registered in advance. Without the resident’s permission or official not
Chapter 148
Martin froze for a split second, then his anger exploded.“What did you just say?” His voice cracked, his body moving before his mind could catch up.He lunged forward and grabbed Tyson by the collar, yanking him roughly. The fabric went taut between his fingers.“So you’re saying you didn’t come here to take it?” Martin accused sharply, his breath coming fast. “Do you think I’m an idiot?”Since childhood, Martin had been raised with one absolute truth: the De Leon family belonged to him. The company, the name, the power, everything was handed to him not merely as a right, but as an obligation.He was taught to memorize it, protect it, expand it, even sacrifice himself for it. His identity was forged from it.De Leon was not just a family. De Leon was everything.That was why he could never accept Tyson’s existence.Back then, Tyson was a useless shadow—a child who didn’t matter, didn’t contribute, didn’t deserve consideration. And even now, in Martin’s eyes, Tyson was still the same:
Chapter 149
Martin fell silent for a moment. Strangely, his expression loosened instead. The anger that had flared moments ago did not return. When he finally spoke, his voice was calm, almost flat.“Oh… so you know.”He lifted his gaze to Tyson, studying him with an expression that was hard to read, somewhere between awareness, exhaustion, and bitterness.“So you’re not that clueless after all,” he continued, as if arriving at a realization far too late. “I thought you’d been completely blind all this time.”Tyson didn’t answer. His face remained composed. But the silence alone was enough.Martin stared at him a few seconds longer, then asked, as if testing what little calm remained, “Then you know too, don’t you… that Grandpa transferred all of his shares to you?”There was no immediate reaction. Tyson stayed silent.And yet, that was exactly where Martin got his answer.The corner of his lips lifted—not into a smile, but into a short, hollow laugh. He laughed once, then again, softer each time
Chapter 150
The night swallowed Tyson whole. Glass after glass was emptied in front of him, the bitter liquid going down without pause, as if he were trying to drown out something loud and restless inside his head.The music thumped violently, the laughter of strangers overlapped, the bar lights flickered harshly, but all of it felt distant, as though separated by a thick pane of glass.He drank again. And again. Until the line between consciousness and oblivion began to blur.Even the system’s voice in his head, usually sharp and cold, now sounded strange. Broken, fragmented, like an echo coming from the wrong place, or perhaps nothing more than an illusion.[…warning… mental condition…]Tyson leaned against the bar counter, his breathing heavy. His vision swam. In the midst of that chaos, he sensed someone approaching. A presence that stopped beside him.A faint scent, warm and familiar.With great effort, Tyson lifted his head. The silhouette before him was blurred, but a name slipped from his