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Chapter 164: Did she just...

Chapter 164: Did she just...

Did she just hear Tryson refer to Alex as his father?

The words echoed in her mind, leaving her in stunned silence. For years, she had known Tryson and had always thought of Alex as his uncle. This was the first time she was hearing such a revelation, and it left her feeling utterly bewildered.

It wasn’t just the surprise of the new information that struck her; it was the deeper realization that she didn’t truly know Tryson as well as she thought she did. She had always considered herself close to him, but in that moment, she felt like an outsider—a third wheel in a situation she hadn’t even begun to understand.

She had never imagined the possibility of something like this, and now everything seemed to be falling into place in ways she hadn’t expected.

The pieces of the puzzle were slowly coming together, and she was left with more questions than answers.

Her mind raced as she processed the information—was this why Tryson had acted the way he did?

Was his desire for connection with Alex rooted in something deeper, a need to be acknowledged as a son rather than just a man raised by someone who was not his biological father?

But the strangest part of it all, the detail that made her laugh bitterly at the irony, was that the man who was actually Tryson’s biological father had played a pivotal role in Angel’s own life.

The very same man who had raised and cared for Angel since she was a child was the one who had been at the heart of Tryson’s emotional turmoil. The web of connections, misunderstandings, and secrets was far more tangled than she ever could have imagined.

She was completely thrown off by the sudden turn of events. The complexity of the game they were all playing had her mind reeling, as if the very foundation of everything she thought she knew had been shaken to its core.

What had they all been up to all this time? What was the real purpose behind their actions, their existence? She couldn’t comprehend it.

What shocked her even more was the horrifying realization that Tryson and his family weren’t just bystanders—they were the masterminds behind a dark and dangerous game.

A game she hadn’t even known existed until now. All the time she had spent with them, believing they were merely involved in their own affairs, had been a mere façade. Now, it was clear—she was dealing with the leaders of a ruthless, manipulative scheme, and she had been blind to it until this very moment.

She had always prided herself on being able to manipulate situations when necessary, but this was something entirely different.

This wasn’t just playing with emotions or bending people’s wills; this was a level of manipulation so deep, so sophisticated, it left her in awe and fear. She hadn’t realized how far-reaching their influence was, nor how cold and calculated they had been in shaping everything around her.

It felt surreal, like something out of a nightmare she couldn’t wake up from. As much as she wanted to speak, to voice her shock and confusion, she couldn’t bring herself to.

Her lips remained sealed, not out of hesitation but out of fear.

Any wrong word, any hint of rebellion, and it could be her last. She had seen enough to know how quickly things could turn violent. The thought of her life being snuffed out in an instant terrified her. She had too much to live for, too much still uncertain in her future.

"Do you know one thing that disgusts me?" Tryson’s voice cut through the tense silence, his tone icy and sharp. "You gave me Angel. I get it, it’s not false. But this whole situation you’ve built for yourself, the way you make yourself feel so powerful by the things you create... be ready for it to come crashing down. I promise you, Alex. Be ready for your Achilles’ heel."

His words were like a venomous strike, aimed directly at Alex. Tryson didn’t care about the emotions he was triggering, nor the storm that was surely brewing within Alex.

He was beyond that. He had said what needed to be said, and the weight of it hung heavily in the air. The truth of the moment was undeniable—Alex’s world was on the verge of unraveling, and Tryson was ready to watch it all burn.

This was the moment when Tryson’s world came crashing down, his heart sinking as he realized just how far his father had gone to betray him.

It wasn’t just the sheer disappointment—it was the profound hurt that gnawed at him, the feeling of being abandoned when he had tried so desperately to earn a place in his father’s life.

The realization hit him like a brutal slap: not only had his father rejected him, but he had broken the fragile trust that had taken years to build.

And the worst part? Alex had treated it like it was nothing, like none of it had mattered at all. The love Tryson had sought, the years he had spent chasing after affection—none of it was worth anything to Alex. To him, it had all been meaningless.

The anger bubbled up inside Tryson, seething beneath the surface, but he forced himself to swallow it, to rein it in. His fists clenched, his jaw tightened, and he felt a growl escape his throat—a soft, guttural sound of frustration and betrayal.

His eyes locked onto Alex, cold and unyielding, as his emotions warred within him. But in the end, he chose to push those feelings aside, setting them aside like a burden too heavy to carry. His face hardened, and with a calm that sent a chill through the room, he spoke.

"You know what," Tryson said, his voice sharp and resolute, "you can go tell your Arthur that his game is over. I have what he needs, and if he comes crawling back to you, just tell him the visit is from me instead."

With that, Tryson stood up, pushing his chair back with a soft scrape. His hand moved away from the desk, but it wasn’t until Riley’s eyes fell on it that the horror of the situation fully set in.

She watched in stunned silence as a thin stream of fresh blood began to drip from Tryson’s hand, staining the surface of the desk with its crimson hue.

It was a jarring sight, one that seemed to freeze the air in the room.

"Tryson, your hand!" Riley stammered, her voice laced with genuine concern as she rushed toward him, her instinct urging her to help.

But just as the words left her mouth, she was met with a sharp, unblinking stare from Tryson. It was a look that sent a chill down her spine, one that silenced her in an instant. She could feel the weight of the moment pressing down on her, the unspoken tension in the air, and she swallowed her concern, biting her tongue instead of continuing her words. The last thing she wanted was to provoke him further.

Without another word, Tryson turned and walked out of the room, his footsteps heavy with finality.

The door slammed shut behind him, and Riley was left sitting there, her heart racing, unsure of what to make of the entire situation. The room felt colder in his absence, and the eerie silence was almost suffocating.

As soon as the door closed, Riley couldn’t hold it in any longer. She whipped her head around toward Alex, her mind still spinning from the chaotic revelations.

"Wait a minute, when did Tryson become your son?" The question burst out of her before she could stop it, her voice filled with shock and confusion.

Alex’s reaction, however, was far from what she had expected. Instead of a surprised or defensive response, he simply raised an eyebrow, a slight smirk tugging at the corners of his lips.

Then, with a deep sigh of exasperation, he rolled his eyes as if her question was nothing more than a minor inconvenience. The casualness with which he brushed her off only added to her confusion.

Meanwhile, Tryson walked through the halls of the building, each step echoing with a sense of authority and power.

The staff greeted him as he passed, their voices polite and respectful, but none of their words seemed to reach him. He was a figure to be revered, someone whose presence commanded respect, yet in that moment, not a single greeting or glance had any real meaning.

The weight of the situation bore down on him heavily, clouding his thoughts, and his mind raced with all the complexities that lay ahead. The deeper he walked, the more the blur of the moment intensified.

He could feel the intensity of everything—every word, every decision—gnawing at him. His chest tightened, and a knot of frustration formed inside. He knew that what was unfolding was only the beginning of something much worse, something that would unfold in ways he couldn’t yet predict.

The worst part was the overwhelming urge to break down right then and there, to let the tears he had been holding back finally spill free.

But he couldn’t. Not here, not in front of these people who looked at him like he was invincible. He had to maintain the facade, to hold onto the mask of strength and control. But inside, it felt like he was on the verge of unraveling.

The thought of what was coming, the complications, the inevitable pain that would follow, sent a chill through him.

He could feel the burden of what was to come, the weight of knowing that no matter what he did, it would be Angel who would bear the brunt of it.

She would be hurt because of him—because of the choices he had made, because of the twisted fate they were both caught in.

And as much as he hated it, as much as he wanted to protect her from it all, he couldn’t deny the truth: he understood the pain that would occupy her heart. He knew the depths of it, because in a way, he was already living it.