The Heirs

Chapter 3

Katty couldn't stop glancing at Demian who looked so angry since arriving at the dining table. What was wrong with him? Her stepson never put on a good face, but this time was different. The tinge of anger and hatred was clearly visible on his cold, handsome features. Katty was curious.

(Did Demian find out about my plan to bring Dylan into the company? Damn it! It's useless for me to bribe the shareholders to persuade Dylan to join B&F Corporation if it gets out this quickly. Arggggg!)

"You're supposed to pay attention to the food on your plate when you eat, not my face!" said Demian while chewing his food. He didn't know that Katty had been watching him. "Behavior may be low, but etiquette must be maintained considering you live in the Stewart family residence."

"Dem, what are you talking about? Who are you referring to as unethical?" asked Morgan, surprised to hear such a harsh sentence. He had to stop breakfast because he wanted to know why his son was talking like that.

Demian did not respond, ignoring her. Katty, who felt insinuated, pretended to feel guilty when Morgan looked at her. As usual, she acted out by showing concern for her stepson.

"Sorry. I'm just worried about you. Really, I didn't mean anything bad at all. I just wanted to know why you seemed angry since you came to the dining room," Katty said as gently as she could. Not content with that, she added another layer of theatrics to attract Morgan's attention. "Is it because the food isn't good?"

"Since when did you become my mom?" Demian asked sarcastically. He wanted to throw a fork into the face of the snake woman who was so freely playing the drama. It was ridiculous. Yikes.

"Wh-what?"

"I asked since when did you become my mother?"

Half yelling, Demian rudely slammed the spoon onto the table. He then looked sharply at his father who wanted to open his voice. 

"This is a place to eat. Fight later!" said Dylan, tired of the almost daily scene. Watching his mother and brother argue had become his routine in this house. He didn't know when they would get along. He was tired.

"Take your mother away from this house. I guarantee you'll never see us fight again!"

Braakk

Dylan flew into a rage. He slammed the fork down on the plate, making a strong clinking sound. As a son, he clearly did not accept his mother being treated with contempt. Let alone being kicked out of his own home. Who could stand it.

"Why, do you feel so grown up that you want to fight me?" mocked Demian as he locked eyes with Dylan. One hand moved to wipe his slightly dirty lips. Demian stood up. "Feel free to show your true colors. Let's compete to prove who is more worthy of living and staying in this house!"

"That's enough!"

Morgan's breath hitched. His chest ached at the sight of his two sons arguing yet again.

"Honey, please don't get angry. You'll drop later!" Katty said worriedly. She quickly approached the chair her husband was sitting on and rubbed his back lightly. "It's okay, there's no need to get angry. I'm so used to being treated like this by Demian. Yes?"

"This is too much. How could he have the heart to kick you out of here? Even inviting his own sister to compete. Is that normal?" complained Morgan as he stared helplessly at Demian. He didn't know what else to do to calm the boy's anger. Morgan was at his wit's end.

"Don't think about it anymore. It's better if we go to our room now. I'm afraid your condition will worsen if your blood pressure rises," Katty said sweetly. Inwardly, she was cursing Demian for being rude.

(You insolent child. Who do you think you are to kick me and Dylan out of this house? The longer you leave it, the more ignorant you become. Let's see. Sooner or later, all the assets belonging to the Stewart family will change hands to Dylan. Cihhhh!)

Demian and Dylan stared at each other after their parents left. Dylan with his anger, while Demian with his haughtiness and intimidating gaze. This attitude should not have been appropriate given their status as brothers. However, what can be said. Ambition and greed made them enemies.

"Isn't it enough to take all the ownership in this family?" Dylan asked, opening his voice. He was furious at being silenced. "The house, the company, the other assets. Not a single item is owned in my name or Mom's. But why? Why do you keep treating us like this? What do you really want?"

"My will?"

Demian smirked. How dare this snot-nosed kid question his wishes. "You and that snake woman leave my house. That's it. Problem solved!" said Demian matter-of-factly.

"Greedy!"

"Yes, I am greedy. It's my right to evict strangers from my own territory. Is there a problem?"

Dylan's teeth gritted together at his brother's unreasonable arrogance. He and his mother had always kept quiet and never complained despite not being given any inheritance rights. But witnessing Demian's overly dismissive attitude towards them drained Dylan's patience. Fight back. Yes, he would accept Demian's offer to compete.

"Don't regret waking the sleeping lion. You invited me to compete yourself!" Dylan challenged vengefully. To hell with the brotherly blood on their bodies. It was time for him to stand up for himself.

"Oh yeah?" Demian chuckled. A second later, the chuckle was replaced with a provocative taunt. "I wonder what kind of problems can be created by a snot-nosed kid who can only trouble his family. Don't forget. It's only been a matter of hours since you earned your bachelor's degree. It's impossible to beat me who has experience in many things. Unless you're assisted by that snake woman. Maybe your game will be a little more weighty!"

"That woman is not a snake. She's my mom!" snapped Dylan, not accepting his mother being constantly insulted. His heart ached. Stinging.

"Whatever you say. What is clear is that in my eyes you are a mother and daughter snake couple. Both ridiculous and disgusting."

The two grandchildren of the Stewart family argued with each other over their egos. The servants who were there shuddered in horror at the ongoing tension. Not wanting to be affected, they chose to stay away. It was not the first time, but today the aura was so tense. They were afraid.

"What a waste of time!" muttered Demian when he realized his time had been wasted. He quickly straightened his suit and walked out of the dining room. As he passed Dylan, he whispered. "Don't buy any more time. You and that snake woman please organize a strategy to overthrow my power. Remember, don't act disappointingly. Because that will only make me look down on you two even more!"

Demian's words hit Dylan, who was burning with anger. The heartache was so strong that it forced him to make a big decision. To go to war against his own brother.

"It's not me who wants it, it's you. Your actions always push me to become an enemy!" growled Dylan through gritted teeth. "Fine, I'll follow your wishes. You want me not to disappoint you, right? I'll grant it. They say that bad people come from good people who are persecuted. I didn't want to believe it, but your arrogance made me believe it. Demian, wait for the game from your little brother that you never thought existed. Our blood is just as thick. That means the more you provoke, the crazier I'll get. Just wait for the play date!"

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