My Ex-Husband Begged Me to Take Him Back - Chapter 334

Chapter 334: The confrontation (Part €“ 1) Chapter 334: The confrontation (Part €“ 1) At Nicholas’s residence€¦ The study was dimly lit, only the desk lamp on the polished mahogany desk was on.

Nicholas sat in his leather chair, checking some paperwork.

A knock at the door broke the silence, and Alex stepped in, a thick file in his hands.

“The documents are ready,” he announced, placing the file on the desk.

“Please check it.” Nicholas reached forward, flipping open the folder.

His sharp eyes skimmed over the legal documents.

Finally, he was taking over the Baker Group.

His lips curled into a satisfied smirk.

Years of patience, planning, and calculated vengeance had led to this moment.

“Mr.

Baker wishes to see you before signing the documents,” Alex informed.

Nicholas hummed softly.

He had been expecting this.

Elijah Baker, his so-called father, would want to face him one last time before surrendering everything.

He wanted to see him too-to look into the eyes of the man who had discarded him like trash and see the weight of his own downfall settle on his shoulders.

“Alright,” he said, closing the folder.

“Tell him I’ll be at the family mansion tonight for dinner.” Alex nodded and left.

Nicholas leaned back in his chair, an uncanny light flashing in his eyes.

“Finally, I’ll set my foot in the family mansion.” For years, the doors of the Baker family mansion had been closed to him.

Back then, when his grandfather refused to acknowledge his existence, he had clung to the hope that his father, Elijah, would stand by him.

Instead of protection, Elijah had sent him away to an orphanage.

Since then, he had been forbidden from setting foot in the family mansion.

But now, the table had turned.

He had acquired the company.

Everything the Bakers once owned-their wealth, their power, their legacy-was about to fall into his hands.

“Elijah Baker,” he murmured, “I wonder what you’ll have to say now.” ~~~~~~~ Nicholas arrived at the mansion.

Something felt off as soon as he stepped in.

The house was eerily quiet as if abandoned.

A deep frown creased his forehead.

He had informed Elijah that he would be coming tonight.

So why did it feel like he was walking into an empty house?

‘Was he not informed?’ he wondered.

Another thought emerged in his mind almost immediately.

Didn’t Elijah want to see him before signing the deal?

Had he changed his mind already?

With questions in his mind, Nicholas moved forward, his sharp gaze scanning the hall.

Then he spotted him.

Under the faint light, he saw Elijah perched on the sofa.

The sharp scent of whiskey clung to the air.

Nicholas wrinkled his nose in distaste as he stepped closer.

His approaching footsteps broke Elijah from his drunken haze.

He stirred, his head lifting sluggishly.

Bleary eyes met Nicholas’s sharp, calculating gaze.

“So I wasn’t wrong.

You are still alive.” A crooked smirk spread across Elijah’s lips.

“I did some digging.

Looked into the whole surgery situation.” Elijah took a slow sip of his drink before exhaling heavily.

“Turns out,” he mused, “someone did die on the operating table that day.

But it wasn’t you.” His gaze flickered up, glinting with something unreadable.

It was the donor, who had already been in a coma.” He shook his head with a wry smirk.

“Well done.

You tricked everyone.” He patted the sofa beside him.

“Come and sit with me.

Let’s have a chat.” Nicholas studied him closely before sinking into the sofa.

Elijah reached for a bottle of whiskey and poured a generous amount into a crystal glass.

“I had a feeling that you were the founder of the S & Co.

But I needed confirmation.

That’s why I wanted to meet you before signing the documents.” He passed the glass to Nicholas.

“Drink with me.” Nicholas didn’t move.

He looked at the glass and said coldly, “No, thanks.

I don’t drink.” Elijah chuckled as if amused by the rejection.

He set the glass aside.

“That’s good.

You shouldn’t drink.

You need to take better care of your health.” Nicholas scoffed inwardly.

‘Fake concern?

Now, of all times?’ It was laughable.

The man who had abandoned him, discarded him like he was nothing, was now pretending to care about his well-being.

“Why are you sitting in the dark?” he asked, changing the conversation.

Elijah glanced around the dimly lit room.

“This€¦” He gestured vaguely at the space around them.

“This reminds me of my current state.

I’m not getting younger.

My strength, my influence-it’s all slipping away.

I lost.” A humorless smile played on his lips.

“My life is now shrouded in uncertainty.

This darkness?

It’s fitting.

It reminds me of my mistakes, the wrong choices I made, and the consequences I can never undo.” Nicholas smirked, a quiet satisfaction settling in his chest.

The once-powerful Elijah Baker was reduced to a man reflecting on his failures.

“But I am happy for you,” Elijah clapped a firm hand on his back.

“You make your father proud.” Nicholas’s smirk vanished, replaced by something far colder.

“Father?” he scoffed.

“You are not my father.” His eyes turned cold, “you never were.” The words landed like a final, irrefutable verdict.

Elijah’s face fell.

He picked up his glass and downed the drink in one go.

With a loud thud, he slammed the empty glass onto the table, his fingers tightening around the rim.

“I know you are mad at me.

You should be.

I made you suffer.

I failed you.

But€¦” He paused, tilting his head to glance at Nicholas.

“But no matter how much you hate me, the bond we share can’t be erased.

You are my own flesh and blood, my son.” “Now you remember I am your son,” Nicholas sneered, feeling disgusted when he saw his hypocrisy.

“Where was this fatherly concern when I was suffering all those years?

Luke conspired to kill me, yet you didn’t do anything.

Did you stand up for me?

Did you fight for me?” His eyes darkened with a rage that had been festering for years.

“You did nothing.

You let it happen.” “I punished him,” Elijah cut in quickly, almost desperate.

“I grounded him.” Nicholas let out a bitter laugh.

“Grounded?

Are you joking?” His face contorted in rage.

“That doctor was sent to prison for trying to kill me.

But the real culprit is still free-because you hid him.” The pain and frustration he had harbored in his heart finally unleashed.

“You didn’t care if I died.

But you couldn’t bear to let something bad happen to Luke.

You’ve never been my father.

And now you suddenly want to act like one?

Spare me the performance.”