You Had Me, You Lost Me, You'll Never Find Me novel Chapter 34

Elder Wyatt lay in bed, looking visibly exhausted. He opened his eyes and stared at his grandson. "Did you send all those people downstairs away? I've already had someone call your parents. They'll be flying back from abroad in the next couple of days."

The old man's illness had sent shockwaves through the family. Even Ashton's perpetually absent parents would have to return to manage the situation.

Ashton understood the weight of his grandfather's words. This illness was different. The old man knew his days were numbered, and beneath the surface, a profound sorrow lingered, though neither of them let it show.

"Focus on recovering, Grandfather. I'll handle everything else."

Elder Wyatt sighed. "A grounded family thrives, and hard work brings health. Your parents have always been unreliable—their minds and hearts are entirely consumed by business. All I hope is that you start a family and build a solid foundation. I don't demand that you blindly guard this massive empire, only that you live with a clear conscience. When you reach the end of your life, you can't let your ancestors' legacy crumble in your hands."

Elder Wyatt was incredibly sharp. Having raised Ashton himself, his expectations for his grandson were sky-high, but more importantly, he cared deeply about what kind of man Ashton would become. Even in sickness, his earnest advice was filled with deep concern.

"I understand, Grandfather," Ashton replied in a low voice.

Elder Wyatt continued, "While I still have my wits about me, you should settle things with Sylvia. I know you've always been reluctant to get married, but you can't keep stringing the poor girl along. She's getting older every year. Are you really going to wait until you're thirty to think about this? If you drag it out too long, she'll run off."

Elder Wyatt truly missed nothing. Even though they had tried to hide it, he had instantly seen that something was wrong between the two of them.

Ashton fell silent. His mind flashed back to the night Sylvia had wrapped her arms around his neck and asked if he wanted to marry her. A strange, unfamiliar softness bloomed in his chest.

"I've never thought about it before, but I'll seriously consider it now."

Elder Wyatt nodded in satisfaction. "Starting a family, taking on real responsibility—that is what is expected of the eldest grandson and heir of the Wyatt family."

They were standing incredibly close. Sylvia gently tugged at his sleeve, pointing up at one of the blossoms and asking him to pick it for her. "Dr. Sterling, could you help me out? I really love that one." Her voice was soft and sweet, carrying the gentle, melodious lilt of her hometown.

Julian looked down at her with a warm smile. "No need to be so formal. Call me sweetheart, and I'll pick it for you."

Sylvia bit her lip, looking slightly flustered. Seeing that Julian wasn't moving, she gave his sleeve another gentle pull and murmured, "Sweetheart, please help me?"

Julian's eyes darkened slightly. "Alright."

Witnessing this scene, Ashton felt his vision blur with rage. The blood roared in his ears, and a violent fury tore through his chest.