Chapter 131- fury

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Chapter 131: Chapter 131- fury Laurent was having dinner with Dave at a quiet restaurant when Morrison’s call came through. It was just the two of them, a rare moment of peace in a chaotic day. Because of Lilian’s sudden departure, Bert had taken her back to the United States. Dave had no choice but to stay behind to manage Washington Co., leaving Laurent alone in A.T. with her daughter. Dave felt a deep pang of guilt. Originally, he had planned to be by Laurent’s side throughout her year in A.T.—he had even bought a house and arranged for his daughter to be there, not to mention accepting Jacob’s investment collaboration. Before he left, he had specifically instructed Bert to hold down the fort at Washington Co. for the year, no matter what. But plans rarely go as intended. No one had anticipated Lilian’s sudden departure. If Lilian had gone alone, no one would have been at ease. Only Bert could accompany her, leaving Dave behind in Burg Eltz. Dave reached across the table, taking Laurent’s hand in his, his eyes full of apology. "I’m sorry... I can’t be in A.T. with you," he murmured. Laurent smiled softly, her voice calm but reassuring, "It’s alright. None of this was foreseeable. If we could have prevented Lilian from being hurt, we would have. So there’s no need to apologize." Laurent had always been understanding and rational, which eased some of Dave’s guilt. What tormented him more was the thought of the long-distance separation, the longing to be close yet unable to. "I’ll come see you whenever I can," he promised firmly. Laurent, ever considerate, suggested gently, "You can come, but I don’t want you driving. Take the train instead. Driving on the highway is two hours; the train takes about the same time." "I’ll meet you at the station. Driving yourself too often would exhaust you—I can’t bear the thought of it." She wasn’t being controlling; she was looking out for his safety. A single trip might be fine, but frequent drives would wear him down. Dave squeezed her hand tightly. "Alright. I’ll do as you say." After witnessing the sudden upheaval between Morrison and Lilian, Dave found himself treasuring every moment with Laurent even more. Their own relationship had survived distance and hardship, and seeing Morrison and Lilian reminded him painfully of the fragility of love, making him even more grateful for what he had now. Morrison was tormented, just as Dave and Laurent had been in their own ways before. Of course, that was if Morrison’s torment was real. So when Morrison’s call lit up Laurent’s phone, her first instinct was to ask Dave whether she should answer. Dave gave a subtle nod, and she picked up. The moment she answered, Morrison’s voice cut straight to the point. "Give me Bert’s U.S. office address." Laurent froze. She hadn’t expected Morrison to think of tracking Bert—and through him, Lilian—this way. Unsure whether she should divulge the information, Laurent whispered to Dave, explaining Morrison’s intent. Dave’s brow furrowed. He snatched the phone from her hand and, his voice cold, spoke to Morrison on the other end. "Stop wasting your time. And don’t call here again." He hung up—or tried to. "Dave!" Morrison roared from the other side. "When my relationship with Laurent went south, how much did you help me? And now... this is how you repay me?" Morrison’s anger flared. He wasn’t without fault—he had hurt Lilian—but Dave had intervened too. Now, confronted with Dave’s icy refusal, Morrison felt betrayed. Dave’s patience thinned further. "Lilian is my sister!" Morrison’s jaw tightened as he ground out his words. "But I treated Laurent as my sister back then!" Dave was momentarily speechless. Morrison had indeed cared for Laurent once, even to the point of wanting to formally adopt her as a dry-sister—a notion Dave had firmly blocked. Yet here he was now, shamelessly chasing after Lilian’s whereabouts. Dave couldn’t help but let out a bitter laugh over the phone. "Morrison... why are you even doing this? You broke up with her. And now you’re chasing after her. All of this—this mess—is yours!" "I... I was foolish!" Morrison’s voice cracked, heavy with regret and desperation. "I... I can’t help regretting it!" His next words erupted like a storm. "I want her back! I want to apologize! I want to start over! I want her, all my life, forever! Why is that so wrong?" And with that, his voice rose to a shout, raw and unrestrained, echoing across the distance. Since the breakup, since learning she had gone abroad, Morrison had carried a pile of anger in his chest—and now, all of it poured out at Dave in a single, furious torrent. He was angry at himself for the foolishness that had made him end things with Lilian. But he was equally furious at Dave and the others—did making one mistake mean they would damn him forever? Faced with Morrison’s relentless shouting, Dave simply slammed the call down with a sharp click. Handing the phone back to Laurent, he added, "Maybe you should change your number. It’ll save you from constant harassment." Laurent took the phone gently, her voice calm. "That... might not be fair. After all, Morrison has helped us before." Dave snorted, and Laurent continued. "Besides, I’m not the only one at Matthew Corp. who knows Bert’s office address. If he can’t get it from me, he’ll try someone else. Better to just give it to him directly." Dave considered her words. "And even if you give it to him, he still might not find it. Bert is cunning—he won’t make it easy." Laurent offered the reassurance Dave needed. True, Bert was clever enough to anticipate any leaks, and he would have countermeasures in place. With Dave’s tacit consent, Laurent sent Bert’s company address to Morrison. The moment Morrison received it, he immediately called Sean, instructing him to book a flight. There would be no pause, no delay—he was going after them. With the location known, Morrison would go every day if he had to, waiting. He would find Bert, and then, surely, finding Lilian would be just a matter of time. Sean hesitated, trying to caution him. "Boss, you have several important meetings in the next few days, and two projects that need your attention. If you go to the U.S.—" But Morrison cut him off, impatient and sharp: "Am I the boss, or are you?" Sean froze, speechless. Embarrassed, he ended the call and obediently booked the tickets. The boss was in a frenzy—less talk, more action. And the meetings? The negotiations? What about those? Morrison had already made a plan. Hanging up, he went straight to Karl’s room. Karl had just returned there, escaping the tense atmosphere at the dinner table. With Linda fuming and Morrison gone, Karl had eaten quickly and retreated—he was partly guilty, after all. Morrison entered and commanded without a hint of compromise: "I’m going to the U.S. You’ll attend my meetings and negotiations in my place." Karl’s jaw dropped. "Me?" Morrison’s voice ignited like a fuse. "Otherwise? You’re not a Mo? Not part of MOS Corp.? You think it’s only my responsibility?" Karl stammered, desperate. "Brother, please... I’m not cut out for this. I don’t understand these meetings or negotiations—" "Don’t understand? You won’t learn?" Morrison exploded, his words like fire. "Do you even realize what I’m going through? Do you want me to lose her forever?" His voice wavered for a moment, thick with anguish. "I’ve carried MOS Corp. alone, worked my hands to the bone, provided the best for everyone in this family... and now, when I need you to help, you won’t even try? Are you even human?" Karl was completely stunned. He had never seen Morrison this angry before. Normally, his older brother was indulgent, almost gentle. But now... the fury was absolute, a storm no one could weather.

Chapter 131- fury

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