Real Heiress: Flash Marriage With Boyfriend's Uncle - Chapter 166

Chapter 166: You never loved Dad Chapter 166: You never loved Dad Alekis carefully reviewed the final documents prepared for the appointment of the next Chairman.

With a sigh, he closed the file and locked it away in his desk drawer.

His eyes drifted to a framed photograph on the corner of his desk, his expression softening as he gazed at the image of Antoine.

“Roderick isn’t fit for this position,” he murmured, almost as if speaking to the man in the photo.

“If you were still here, Antoine, you would never have entrusted this legacy to your son.

It should have gone to Lucius.

But this is what I promised you when you were blessed with a boy.” A firm knock at the door pulled him from his thoughts.

“Come in,” he called.

The door opened, and Fiona entered, balancing a tray with a steaming pot of tea and a delicate porcelain cup.

Her steps were measured, her presence graceful.

“Good morning, Father,” she greeted, her tone light yet respectful.

“I thought I’d bring your morning tea today.” She set the tray down on the table with care, the faint clink of porcelain breaking the silence.

Alekis raised an eyebrow, his tone laced with skepticism.

“And what do you want, Fiona?

It’s not like you to perform such acts of kindness without an ulterior motive.” Fiona’s lips curved into a faint smile as she poured the tea, the aromatic steam curling upward.

“Father always assumes I have some hidden agenda,” she replied, her voice steady.

“But as the daughter-in-law of this household, isn’t it only natural for me to take on such small duties from time to time?” She handed him the cup, her eyes meeting his briefly before she straightened up.

“Take a seat and be honest about why you’re here,” Alekis said, his tone calm but probing.

He gestured to the chair across from him.

“I know my eldest daughter-in-law doesn’t make such gestures unless she has something to ask.” He lifted the teacup to his lips, taking a measured sip as his gaze remained fixed on her.

Fiona let out a soft sigh, her composed demeanor unwavering.

“Since Father insists,” she began, pulling out the chair and sitting gracefully, “I’ll get straight to the point.

I was thinking it’s time we move forward with Roderick’s marriage.” Alekis’s eyes narrowed sharply.

He placed the cup and saucer on the desk with deliberate care, the faint clink echoing in the quiet room.

“Roderick’s personal life remains a mystery to me,” he said, his voice carrying a note of disappointment.

“I believe his focus should be on his career right now.

And let’s not forget his past indiscretions- cheating on a fine woman like Layla.

That’s not the kind of behavior I want from my successor.” Fiona remained silent, absorbing his words.

Her hands rested lightly on her lap before one moved to her chest, her expression earnest.

“Father,” she said softly, “I’ve never asked for anything since I became a part of this family.

The only thing I seek is your continued support for my son.” Alekis’s eyes flickered with suspicion.

“Are you afraid of Lucius and Layla?” he asked, his tone edged with skepticism.

Fiona straightened her posture and confidently said, “Lucius has been eyeing the company for years,” she said firmly.

“But the rightful heir to this legacy is my son.

That’s a truth that cannot be ignored.” “I never denied that,” Alekis said, his tone firm.

“But you’ve failed to discipline your son.

Roderick has been involved in far too many questionable activities behind our backs.

Let’s not rush him into marriage.

He may never be like Antoine, but I want him to give his best when he takes over as Chairman.” “Of course, Father,” Fiona responded, her voice calm yet resolute.

“Roderick won’t disappoint you in business.

I’ll make sure of it.” Alekis gave a slight nod, though his expression remained skeptical.

“We’ll see,” he murmured, lifting the cup once more and taking a sip.

Fiona rose from her seat, her movements measured and respectful.

“Then I’ll take my leave, Father.

Please, enjoy your tea,” she said with a humble bow of her head.

Without waiting for a response, she turned and exited the room.

Her steps quickened as she made her way to Roderick’s room.

Reaching the door, she found it locked.

Frowning, she knocked firmly, then banged her fist against it.

“Roderick!” she called out, her voice sharp.

“Open the door!” Roderick, his hair disheveled and eyes still heavy with sleep, shuffled to the door and opened it.

“What is it, Mom?

I got in late last night,” he muttered, rubbing his face.

“Do you really need to bother me first thing in the morning?” Fiona stepped inside without waiting for an invitation, her arms crossing over her chest as her sharp eyes scanned the room.

“What is wrong with you, Roderick?” she began, her tone stern.

“Haven’t I told you to stop drinking?

Your father never behaved like this, not even once!

You’re about to take on the role of Chairman, and this is how you prepare yourself?” Roderick sighed, reaching for a water bottle on the nightstand.

He unscrewed the cap and took a long drink, letting her words wash over him without interruption.

Once she paused, he wiped his mouth and set the bottle down.

“Mom, enough with the nagging,” he said, his voice weary but laced with frustration.

“I’m not Dad, alright?

I’ll never be him, so stop comparing us.” He sank onto the edge of the bed, running a hand through his hair.

“What’s wrong with you?

Don’t you dare show me this attitude!” Fiona snapped, her voice rising with each word.

“Have you forgotten the sacrifices I’ve made for you?” “Sacrifices?” Roderick let out a bitter chuckle, his tone dripping with sarcasm.

“You want to talk about sacrifices?

Let’s be honest, Mom.

You never loved Dad.

Your marriage to him was just a deal your family forced on you.

And don’t think for a second that I don’t know who you really had your eyes on.” His lips curled in disdain, and he scrunched his nose as if the very thought disgusted him.

“Roderick!” Fiona’s voice cracked as she called his name, her tone filled with both shock and anger.

Her eyes widened, and for a moment, she seemed lost for words.

“How could you-” She faltered, her voice trembling, unable to finish the sentence.

Her hands clenched at her sides as she fought to regain her composure, but her usual confidence seemed to waver under the weight of her son’s accusations.

“I’m sorry,” Roderick apologized as if he realized what he said.

“Don’t worry about me.

Everything will go smoothly, so just live your life of comfort,” he stated.

Fiona didn’t say anything and just walked out of her son’s room, feeling pathetic suddenly.