?Chapter 1139:

    “Yes,” Cartwright said, his tone unppable. “Haven’t I always told you? Whatever challenges you face, you can turn to me. My number will always be avable for you.”

    A wave of gratitude surged through Neil.

    Years ago, he’d assumed this enigmatic benefactor had helped him kill his family out of some hidden agenda. Fear had gnawed at him—fear that one day Cartwright would name his price, forcing him into a corner he couldn’t escape, threatening to unearth his darkest sins. But as the years drifted by, Cartwright had never interfered with his life unless he reached out first.

    It was proof enough that Cartwright’s help came with no strings attached.

    Still, a nagging question had haunted Neil for years: why would such a powerful man take such an interest in him?

    Spurred by the moment, Neil finally dared to ask, “Mr. Cartwright… why are you so kind to me?”

    “Because I’m your father,” Cartwright replied, as if stating an obvious fact.

    “My father?” Neil froze, his mind reeling. “Isn’t my father Wray Daniels?”

    “No,” Cartwright said calmly. “I’m your biological father. The Daniels family was merely an adoptive arrangement I orchestrated for you.” He paused, then continued in a toneced with quiet gravity, “Have you ever heard of how cuckoo birdsy their eggs in other birds’ nests and let those birds raise their chicks? Your mother and I couldn’t bring you into our family, so we swapped you with a Daniels child.”

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    Neil’s pulse quickened with excitement, his breathing in short bursts. “Father, who are you really?”

    “I can’t tell you yet,” Cartwright replied, his tone calm yet cryptic. “When the time is right, you’ll know.”

    “When can I meet you, then?”

    “When the moment is appropriate, I’lle to you myself.”

    “Alright, alright,” Neil said, his hands trembling with excitement. “But Connor isn’t someone you can easily get rid of. How do you n to handle him?”

    “Eliminating Connor won’t be easy, but if it’s what you want, I’ll make the arrangements. Your dream is to lead the Daniels family, isn’t it? I’ll ensure that happens.”

    “No, Father,” Neil said, his voice brimming with ambition. “I aim higher than that. I don’t just want to lead the Daniels family—I want to be the king of Blebert!”

    Cartwright paused, his voice steady and measured when he responded, “Very well. To atone for not being there to raise you, I’ll do everything in my power to help you achieve your ambitions. Soon, the four great families of Blebert—and all the lesser noble houses—will bow to you.”

    “Thank you, Father!” Neil eximed, his cheeks flushed with excitement.

    “No need to thank me, my son,” Cartwright said gently. “Do you have anything else to discuss?”

    “Nothing for now.”

    “Very well,” Cartwright replied. “Wait for good news, Neil.” With that, Cartwright ended the call.

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