Outcast Queen: Her Return from Hell novel Chapter 412

Only now did he fully realize that Pierce had walked away so decisively because he knew the Sterling Group was rotten to its core. Without tearing it down and cutting out the disease, it was completely beyond saving.

It was his own stupidity, his misguided nostalgia, and his blatant favoritism that had single-handedly destroyed the family's last hope for survival.

"Dad, have you finally figured it out?"

Just then, the bedroom door swung open, and a deep, resonant voice echoed from the hallway.

The broken patriarch trembled violently and snapped his head up. A sudden flush of overwhelming emotion brought a surge of color to his lifeless face.

"You... you're back?!" Arthur reached out with a shaking hand, his eyes wide with sheer disbelief and desperate hope. "Thank God... Thank God! You're back. Maybe... maybe the Sterling family still has a chance!"

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Meanwhile, on the other side of Cloudhaven, Alistair Prescott was drowning in a similar abyss of regret.

When the news from the Summit reached the Prescott estate—that Pierce and Phoenix had dazzled the business world, and that the awe-inspiring Draco Enterprises and Ignis Global were empires built entirely by the two young people he had callously thrown out—Alistair was hit by a shock so severe he collapsed in a dead faint.

By the time the once-arrogant patriarch regained consciousness, he was a hollow shell of his former self. His eyes were glazed over, and he just kept muttering the same phrase over and over: "I'm sorry... I was wrong..."

The Prescott family, once a towering institution, had completely collapsed.

When the tree falls, the monkeys scatter.

No one cared if the Prescotts lived or died. Old rivals celebrated and gloated, while the distant relatives who used to suck up to them were the first to sever ties, swarming like starving wolves to tear apart whatever scraps were left of the estate.

Naturally, all this chaos reached Ethan and Caleb Prescott.

Watching the main branch of the family meet such a miserable end left the father and son sighing in disbelief, overwhelmed by the terrifying realization of how narrowly they had escaped.

"Thank God... Thank God we didn't get involved in that Summit," Caleb muttered, wiping a cold sweat from his forehead. "Phoenix is operating on a level we can't even comprehend anymore."

Ethan let out a long sigh and patted his son's shoulder, a complex glint in his eyes. "Son, our only job right now is to hold on tight to our share of the Prescott assets. The main family might be shattered, but as long as we hold our ground... we will become the new Prescott family."

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