Arielle Moore and Vinson Nightshire

Chapter 1628 Insolence

"The crown will eventually be yours, Aaron." Dylan studied his son for a while before divulging the matter between him and Nancy. "What do you think?" he asked at the end, observing Aaron as he did so. "Will you take my side or your grandmother's?"

Having assumed that his father had found out that he was taking his grandmother's side, Aaron was surprised to find out his father telling him instead of the power struggle between him and his grandmother before asking him whose side he took.

I might have remained neutral before, seeing as I would be next in line for the throne regardless of who it is who wins. Now, however...

He returned Dylan's gaze with a frown. "Do I have to choose between you and Grandma?"

Dylan gazed at his only son and shook his head. "You can remain neutral. It wouldn't affect our relationship no matter whose side you choose."

His main reason for contesting power against his mother had been to amend the laws and reconcile with Arielle. Currently, however, he also intended for his only son to inherit the throne.

Dylan did not want to name Arielle his heir because she had her own family and was unwilling to remain in Turlen. The throne shouldn't be an encumbrance to her. As a girl, she should be loved and spoiled. Aaron was amused by his father's proclamation.

"I am your son. Of course, I would take your side." He gazed at his father, hiding how he truly felt. "Tell me your plans. I will do my best to accommodate you." Aaron's words pleased Dylan. Many things are already halfway done with my boy by my side. However, the plan must not yet be revealed.

"I don't have any plans yet," Dylan said as he looked at him. "I'll let you know once I've narrowed down my options."

He was reluctant to share his plans because he knew his mother's capacity for scheming very well. It would be easy for her to trick Aaron into spilling the beans. She has been fond of Aaron since his birth, and it would be dangerous if he let something slip.

Aaron narrowed his eyes at his father's response. He must be unwilling to tell me to prevent me from blabbing. He would be more willing to speak if Arielle was the one standing before him, wouldn't he?

Aaron felt awful at that thought. He did not care about any of those; what stung the most was how his father and sister lied to him. Though they knew how hard Arielle's death had hit him, they ganged up to maintain the deception toward him.

They find me that despicable and untrustworthy, don't they? Very well.

"Let me know when you have decided," Aaron said. "Perhaps we can even brainstorm together."

Dylan was content with his son's reaction.

"I will keep it under advisement. Leave me, my son." At the dismissal, Aaron bowed before turning to leave and ran into Morrison, Dylan's right-hand man, as soon as he stepped out the door. Morrison sank into a low bow when he saw Aaron, who nodded before proceeding forward.

Morrison glanced at him before entering Dylan's study.

Aaron turned a corner before stopping and looking back toward the study with narrowed eyes. He then crept over.

At that moment, the study was so quiet that even the sound of a pin dropping would be deafening.

Suddenly, Dylan's angry voice exploded forth. "Insolence! How dare they!"