Love You Like I Used To Forget It (Millie Bridge) novel Chapter 585

"No matter what, you can't just abandon Tim!" Agatha's voice was filled with grief.

Even Magnus wavered for a moment. After all, Timothy was the son he had invested in the most. He had raised Timothy to be his heir and given him the best of everything.

No one wanted to destroy their most carefully crafted masterpiece. But then he remembered that Timothy didn't just want Hardwell Group, he wanted his own father dead too. That one flicker of hesitation he felt was instantly extinguished.

That shaman all those years ago had been right. Among the twins, one was born evil.

It wasn't Irvin, like Agatha had insisted. It was Timothy.

The one who had everything, but turned out to be the cruelest. Someone like that could never be allowed to continue unchecked.

So even if Magnus felt sorry, he shoved Agatha aside to keep her from interfering. And when she started losing control, screaming and thrashing, he clamped a hand over her mouth before she could escalate the situation.

Grace saw what Magnus had done, and her face drained of color. She was already gaunt and weakened from severe morning sickness, but now, she looked like she could collapse from a breeze. When she came to her senses, she turned toward Timothy with a look of sharp reproach.

She'd told him over and over not to underestimate Irvin, but he never listened. Instead of finishing Irvin off cleanly, he had insisted on keeping him alive. He wanted to drag it out to make Irvin suffer.

He was beyond foolish and deserved everything that was happening.

Before Irvin could even respond, she leaned in and said in a low and sharp voice, "Didn't you once say that if I ever wanted you dead, all I had to do was say the word? Well, I want you dead now. I want you to die in place of Tim. Do it just like you promised."

All this time, Agatha had hated Irvin's existence. She'd blamed herself for giving birth to him. She wished she'd only had one child, or that he'd at least been a girl.

To her, Irvin had always been a mistake, a burden, a curse. She never understood why fate had forced her to give birth to him. But now she did.

Fate had given her a son who looked exactly like Timothy for this very moment. So Irvin could take Timothy's place and die for him.