Chapter 2245

Elena let out a cold laugh. “Mr. Chandler knows exactly who you are—he just doesn’t want anything to do with you.”

She stretched lazily, every movement slow and unhurried.

“Remember a few years ago?” she continued. “While you were off enjoying life overseas, the Chandlers ran into trouble. They called you, and you couldn’t even spare them a minute.”

The incident was so far in the past that Wren had already forgotten it.

“Did that really happen?” he asked awkwardly.

Elena rolled her eyes. “Your memory’s impressive—you conveniently erase anything that makes you look bad.”

Wren took the criticism without snapping back like he used to.

He knew he was the one asking for help now.

“My fault,” he admitted. “Could you arrange a meeting with Mr. Chandler? I want to apologize in person.”

Elena studied him, suspicion creeping into her expression. “Wren, what’s going on? Since when are you this polite to me?”

She would have bet anything he needed something from Mr. Chandler.

And, sure enough, he didn’t deny it.

“My brother says Dad’s grave has bad feng shui,” Wren said. “Our family plot borders the Chandler property, so he wants me to ask if we can buy that strip of land.”

Elena straightened at once.

“If your brother wants it so badly, why isn’t he negotiating himself? Why drag you into it?”

Wren’s expression tightened, his voice rising. “It’s my father’s grave. Of course I have to help.”

Elena’s lips curved slightly. “Wren… are you raising your voice at me?”

The question snapped him back instantly.

“That’s not what I meant,” he said quickly. “You were once our daughter-in-law. Can’t you help with something this small?”

“Small?” Elena let out a short, sharp laugh. “If it’s so small, why don’t you handle it yourself?”

Wren stumbled over his words again.

“What would it take for you to help me?” he asked, thinking of how many times Robert had pressured him.

Elena crossed her arms. “If Robert wants that land, then I’ll make sure he never gets it.”

Wren opened his mouth to argue, but his phone rang.

He glanced at the screen and answered immediately. “Brother, what’s going on?”

Robert’s calm voice came through. “Wren, did you hear what happened at school with Jon, Elliot, and Felix?”

“What are you talking about?” Wren asked, confused.

Robert sighed. “Nothing serious—just a scuffle. By the way, are Jon and Elliot hurt?”

“I haven’t heard anything. What exactly happened?” Wren pressed.

“As long as they’re fine,” Robert said lightly. “Felix only got a scratch. Kids fight all the time. Anyway, I’ll hang up soon. But Wren… they’re family. How could Jon side with outsiders against his own brother?”

Back when Old Mr. Rainsworth was still alive, Robert’s branch had insisted Felix was the elder brother—the first great-grandson of the family.

Now that the patriarch was gone, the bond between the branches had weakened. There was no longer a shared heir—only separate lines.

And so, Robert had started calling Felix the younger brother instead—subtly trying to stir guilt in the second branch.