Did You Beg Alexandrez Kings?

"Yes, sir, it was the young lady who filled the vacancy, so Kingcrest International withdrew the lawsuit,” Butler Jorah, the Prescott family’s long-time housekeeper, explained gently.

Master Prescott, lying on the hospital bed, turned his head sharply toward his daughter, Aurelia, who stood silently beside him.

His brows furrowed deeply, his voice tinged with disappointment and suspicion. “Did you go to beg him?”

Aurelia’s heart sank.

She had known this moment would come, but it didn’t make it any easier to face her father’s sharp gaze.

She straightened her posture, forcing herself to meet his eyes. “No, Dad,” she said firmly, though her voice wavered slightly. “I borrowed 100 million from a friend to cover Second Uncle’s debt. Only then did Alexandrez Kings agree to drop the case. I didn’t beg him.”

Master Prescott’s expression darkened with doubt.

He knew his daughter too well, she had always been stubborn, fiercely independent, and unwilling to mingle with the elites of Everstone Hill’s social circles.

How could she possibly have raised such a large sum on her own?

His hand came down on the bed with a sharp slap, his frustration bubbling over. “You dare lie to me now that I’m in this state?” he demanded, his voice rising in anger.

Aurelia flinched but quickly stepped closer to his bedside, her hands trembling as she tried to calm him.

“Dad, I’m not lying,” she insisted, her tone urgent. “It was Sophia who lent me the money. She offered it to me herself.”

She glanced toward Butler Jorah, silently pleading for his support.

As her father’s most trusted confidant, Uncle Jorah’s word carried immense weight.

The housekeeper, understanding the unspoken request, nodded immediately. “Yes, Master,” he confirmed. “Miss Sophia called personally. The money was provided by the Leclair family.”

Master Prescott’s tense expression softened slightly at Butler Jorah's reassurance.

He reached out and took Aurelia’s hand, his grip weak but warm. “I’m sorry, my dear,” he said, his voice low and filled with regret. “I’ve caused you so much trouble. It’s my fault for being powerless. You should thank Sophia for her kindness.”

Tears pricked at Aurelia’s eyes, but she forced a small smile for her father’s sake.

“No, Dad,” she said softly. “I was the one who was ignorant and disobedient before. I won’t make you worry about me again.”

Master Prescott’s tired eyes lit up briefly at her words.

Despite his frailty, he managed a faint smile.

He couldn’t allow himself to crumble, not yet.

His precious daughter hadn’t found a partner worthy of her, someone who could protect and cherish her. Until that day came, he would hold on.

“Alright,” he said after a moment, his voice thick with exhaustion. “I’m tired now. You should go home and get some rest too.”

Aurelia hesitated, her gaze lingering on her father’s pale face.

But when Uncle Jorah gently touched her arm, she nodded reluctantly. Together, they walked toward the door.

Just as they reached the threshold, Master Prescott’s voice called out softly behind them.

"Aurelia,” he said, his tone a mix of weariness and hope. “Don’t hold resentment toward your second uncle. Go see him when you can.”

Aurelia’s steps faltered, but she didn’t turn back. Her lips pressed into a thin line as a storm of emotions swirled within her.

She couldn’t bring herself to answer, not yet.

How could she forgive him so easily?

Her second uncle had been the spark that ignited the Prescott family’s downfall.

Reckless, selfish, and entirely irresponsible, his gambling debts and poor decisions had driven them to the brink of ruin.

Alexandrez might have delivered the final blow, but it was her uncle who had weakened the foundation.

And the matter wasn’t over.

The 100 million she had scraped together had only bought them time.

The debts still loomed over their family’s future.

As she stepped into the cool evening air outside the hospital, Aurelia’s fists clenched at her sides.

She had done what she could for now, but—.

If her second uncle couldn’t pull himself together, if he couldn’t face the mess he had created, the entire Prescott family might crumble.