Chapter 683

Nathan's words struck Reginald Blackwood like a slap across the face. The audacity!

The butler rushed forward to intervene. "Sir, please calm down. The Young Master meant no disrespect. He's acting in Blackwood Industries' best interest."

He turned to Nathan with pleading eyes. "Young Master, your grandfather's health is fragile. Any agitation could land him in intensive care."

Nathan hesitated, his defiant expression softening. "My apologies, Grandfather. You should rest now."

He couldn't bear the thought of actually harming the old man who'd raised him.

Reginald remained seated on the sofa, struggling to compose himself. "Nathan... I won't interfere with Evelyn anymore. But bring your sister home."

His aged hands trembled with emotion. "It's the holidays, and Sophia's out there alone. What if something happens to her? She's suffered enough punishment already. Must she remain exiled forever?"

Though Reginald loved his granddaughter, family interests had always taken precedence. Sophia's past behavior had warranted discipline, but now...

With Nathan becoming increasingly rebellious and both Margaret and Charles absent, Reginald found himself missing Sophia's presence.

Nathan frowned slightly. It had been months since Sophia's banishment. His surveillance team reported her behavior had improved - not perfect, but acceptable. "Fine. If you wish to see her, I'll arrange her return."

He pulled out his phone to summon the guards. Reginald finally relaxed, some color returning to his face.

Once the arrangements were made, Nathan retreated upstairs, unwilling to risk further confrontation. His phone buzzed incessantly with notifications.

Tristan Whitmore alone had sent ninety-nine messages. Nathan nearly ignored them all until his thumb accidentally tapped a voice memo.

"Blackwood, you're still making headlines during the holidays? First Evelyn bought every billboard in the city for you. Now this citywide fireworks display? Must you be so dramatic?"

Nathan's lips twitched. What did these fools understand about true devotion?

Another message appeared: "But take my advice - if you keep simping this hard, you'll end up with nothing!"

Nathan's expression darkened instantly. He exited the chat with a derisive snort. 'Tristan should worry about his own failed marriage. Serves him right!'

The remaining messages were all holiday greetings he couldn't care less about.

Logging into social media, he discovered the trending fireworks spectacle had vanished completely within two hours. No trace remained.

Typical Evelyn - her team handled crises with surgical precision. The media executives working tonight must be fuming.

Still, a few persistent comments lingered on Nathan's profile:

[That hashtag disappeared too fast! We demand more drama next time - use official channels so they can't censor it!]

[What a breathtaking display! Shame it got erased.]

[Rooting for you, Mr. Blackwood! But team Julian Moreau forever!]

[I pity you, but let's be honest - you're not worthy of President Sinclair.]