Chapter 957

Isaiah Sinclair laughed. "The Sinclair family has more than enough resources to support Preston. If his business fails, he can always rebuild."

His voice turned icy. "But if his father dies, Preston will never get another chance to see him again."

Evelyn Sinclair remained silent, her fingers tightening around her teacup. Isaiah had laid all his cards on the table.

Yet, she couldn’t tell which of his words were truth and which were lies.

He was shockingly transparent about his manipulative schemes.

"I know this might seem inappropriate," Isaiah continued smoothly, "but we have no other way to bring Preston back to the Sinclair family. He belongs with us. Why should he struggle outside when he could lead within his own empire?"

He made it sound like a favor—like this was all for Preston’s benefit.

Evelyn hesitated, then forced a polite smile.

"This is a significant decision. I can’t make it alone. Mr. Sinclair, I’ll need time to consider."

Isaiah exhaled, visibly pleased. He adjusted his cufflinks with a confident smirk.

"Of course. Remember, this isn’t about forcing him into submission. Preston would return as a leader, not an employee. Think carefully."

He stood, straightening his jacket. "Once you’ve made your choice, I’ll send someone to finalize the arrangements."

Evelyn rose as well. "I won’t see you out."

Isaiah nodded and followed the butler toward the exit.

The moment the door closed, Evelyn’s smile vanished. A cold glint sharpened her gaze. "You heard everything?"

Lucas Sterling gave a slow nod. "I underestimated Preston. Never thought he’d be so attached to a child that isn’t even his—"

Evelyn rolled her eyes. He was still stuck on the same irrelevant detail.

"Oliver’s identity stays secret. He’s too young to handle the fallout."

Lucas shrugged. "Fine. But Isaiah clearly doesn’t care if this gets out. He dropped that bombshell like it was nothing."

Evelyn clenched her jaw.

To Isaiah, Preston raising another man’s son was trivial compared to the real scandal—marrying his brother’s widow.

She grabbed her phone and stood abruptly. "I’m leaving."

Lucas raised a brow. "Going to tell Preston?"

"Obviously. This isn’t my choice to make."

Preston was a grown man. He could decide for himself whether to return to the vipers’ den.

Evelyn refused to be Isaiah’s pawn.

She drove straight to Preston’s penthouse.

Upstairs, the door swung open before she could knock.

Preston blinked in surprise. "Ms. Sinclair. This is… unexpected."

Evelyn smirked.

A tiny blur of energy barreled into her legs before Preston could finish.

"Pretty Lady! I missed you!" Oliver Sinclair beamed up at her, arms outstretched.

Preston’s expression darkened. This kid never misses an opportunity.

Evelyn ruffled Oliver’s hair. "Hey, sweetheart. Guess what? Lucas got me that new AI robot—the one that controls Leo remotely. Want to go play with it?"

Oliver’s eyes sparkled. "Really? Right now?"

She leaned down. "My place is just downstairs. The passcode is 0915. Go ahead—we’ll catch up."

Oliver didn’t need telling twice. He dashed off before Preston could protest.

Evelyn straightened, meeting Preston’s wary gaze.

"We need to talk."