"Arthur, Atlas, you two come over," the old patriarch's voice was weak. Daxton Lancaster quickly stood up and moved to the side, while Arthur Saunders and his brother both crouched in front of the old patriarch.
The old patriarch grabbed the hands of his two sons, "Arthur, Atlas, have you both always wondered why I dislike Michael?"
Both brothers wore expressions of grief, struggling to hold back their tears.
After asking, the old patriarch smiled, looked at his second son, and said, "Atlas, your little schemes were never hidden from me. You spent money to buy a child outside to bring home as the eldest grandson of the Lancaster Family, all for the position of Family Head..."
"Dad..." As the old patriarch spoke, Atlas Lancaster suddenly knelt down, looking at him with guilt, tears streaming down as he spoke sorrowfully.
"So you knew all along."
"Sigh,"
