Chapter 2244

Fury blazing, Miranda wiped Felix’s cheeks with a tissue.

“Stop crying. Look at you—pathetic.”

Stung into silence, Felix pressed his lips together.

“They dared to touch you?” Miranda’s voice turned cold. “I’ll make them pay.”

In her mind, Cecilia’s children had already crossed a line.

Ever since Old Mr. Rainsworth passed away, their main branch had been sidelined. The entire family now fawned over the second branch—

All because Nathaniel had taken control of the Rainsworth Group.

Worse, he had merged it into his own Imminence Corporation.

No one knew what methods he’d used, quietly folding the Rainsworth assets into his empire.

The thought only fueled Miranda’s resentment.

Felix nodded repeatedly, eyes still wet.

The moment they got home, Miranda went straight to Robert.

The study smelled faintly of fresh ink.

Robert was practicing calligraphy. When he heard that his grandson had been bullied, he frowned—but there was none of Miranda’s outrage.

His brush paused briefly before continuing its steady stroke.

“Children fight,” he said calmly. “Don’t make too much of it.”

“But Dad,” Miranda pressed, “if Felix lets this go, the second branch will think we’re easy to push around.”

Robert finished his final stroke and set the brush down before looking up at her.

“You’re too impatient, Miranda.”

She lowered her gaze, knowing he wasn’t wrong.

“None of my sons can match theirs,” Robert continued evenly. “For now, we keep our heads down.”

Miranda’s expression tightened.

Adrian had lost his nerve ever since Nathaniel beat him so badly he ended up in the hospital.

She had once hoped Adrian could deal with Nathaniel’s four sons.

That hope was long gone.

“Enough,” Robert said. “Go rest. I’ll bring this up with your uncle.”

The “uncle” he referred to was Regas—Nathaniel’s father.

Since divorcing Elena, Regas had stopped traveling. These days, he stayed home, hosting relatives.

The Rainsworth family was large, and social obligations never seemed to end.

Regas felt drained.

Meanwhile, Elena spent her days leisurely—playing mahjong or shopping at boutiques.

That afternoon, she returned wearing oversized sunglasses and stretched out on a lounge chair in the garden, basking in the sun.

Regas walked over. “Nothing to keep you busy today?”

Elena heard his voice and slowly removed her sunglasses.

“Something wrong?”

“Nothing serious,” Regas said. “Since you’re free, why not visit Mrs. Chandler? I heard you two are close.”

Elena slipped her sunglasses back on, settling deeper into the chair.

“Why would I go see her?”

“Our families haven’t interacted in a while,” Regas explained. “The last time I visited Mr. Chandler, he acted like he barely knew me.”

He could have enjoyed a quiet retirement.

But ever since stepping back, hardly anyone sought him out anymore.

The days felt long—and empty.

At their last gathering, some of his former peers—now holding public office—had laughed behind his back.

They said he was nothing more than a father living off his son’s success.

Regas refused to let himself be reduced to that.