The Returned Heiress Who Never Fit In novel Chapter 708

Chapter 708 The Fractured House

To Dale, everything Dan had unleashed was nothing less than a deliberate attempt to drag outside powers in and destroy Ashen Pact.

After all, this mess now reached Abraham himself.

Dan gave no answer. He simply pulled out a chair and sat directly across from Dale.

His silence only deepened Dale’s scowl. “Dan, no matter how we fight, it’s still family business. But you-”

The word family darkened Dan’s face. He cut him off coldly. “Quarrels between family count as family business. Am I your family?”

Family business?

Ha. After all these years, it was the first time I have ever heard Dale call their strife that.

His voice dripped with irony.

Dale’s eyes narrowed. “Tessa. Was it you who took her?”

The name left his mouth without a trace of warmth.

No tenderness for his daughter–only indifference.

Indifference so stark it was as if Tessa had no right to exist at all.

The same indifference he had shown Dan for a lifetime.

Perhaps once, when Dan was still a toddler, Dale had been a father in truth. But from the moment Dan’s memories began, Dale had never treated him as a son.

Only the children born of Artemis counted as his blood.

“Tessa,” Dan echoed, laughter sharp and mocking. “Listen to yourself. That cold tone.”

“Dan!” Dale’s voice turned sharp, dangerous.

“What can I say?” Dan leaned back lazily. “Victor and Marie both believe Ashen Pact took her. If you can’t produce her, guess what they’ll do to you—especially…”

He let the pause hang, savoring it.

Dale’s face sank deeper into shadow.

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Dan’s lips curved in a vicious smile. “Especially Victor. Surprised, aren’t you? That Diana’s daughter turned out to be his treasure. And you–of all people–you laid hands on Victor’s jewel.”

The most lethal blade in Abraham’s hand–his woman. That was a crime that could tear the sky

open.

Dale’s jaw clenched. “What are you getting at?”

“I mean this,” Dan sneered. “Don’t dump your filth on me. Marie’s already torn my grounds. apart, and she found nothing. So…”

Their eyes locked, sharp as blades.

“So your dirty water won’t stick to me.”

Dale’s face twisted black. “I didn’t take her.”

“Then you’ll have to tell Victor that. Whether he believes you… that’s another matter. And I doubt you have what it takes to convince him.”

Silence pressed down like a weight.

Veins bulged at Dale’s temples. He hadn’t known Victor himself was coming to Noctarth. Not until Marie’s proclamation made it clear.

Now he understood–the Ashen Pact was in deeper trouble than ever.

Dan rose, leaning over the desk, looming above him.

“Was it your people? Or Manny’s?”

The question cut sharp–who had taken Tessa?

Either way, Dan had been forced to take the blame in front of Marie. And someone would pay for that.

“Shut your mouth,” Dale snapped.

But his certainty wavered. Was it really not him?

His earlier rage had made him assume Dan’s men were behind it, stirring chaos and throwing blame on Ashen Pact.

But Dan’s tone… it rang too true.

If not Dan–then who? Could it have been Manny’s people?

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