Chapter 2247

After ending the call, Cecilia calmly relayed the truth to Wren—but it changed nothing.

Wren still refused to budge.

“Even if Felix was wrong, he was picking on someone else, not Jon. If something like that happens again, just have Jon stand to the side and watch. Don’t let him meddle in other people’s business.”

That was enough to ignite anyone’s temper.

Cecilia didn’t hold back. “Dad, are you saying that when Jon grows up, if he sees someone doing something wrong, he should just look away and pretend he didn’t see it?”

Wren faltered, caught off guard.

She continued, her tone steady but firm. “I don’t think Jon did anything wrong. He just handled it the wrong way this time. He shouldn’t have resorted to kicking someone first—and I’ve already corrected him on that.”

Once she finished, she didn’t wait for a response. Using work as an excuse, she ended the call.

Wren stood there, his expression darkening.

When had things gotten to this point? No one listened to him anymore. Everyone insisted on doing things their own way—even if it meant making enemies.

“So,” Elena’s voice cut in from behind, laced with sarcasm, “you didn’t dare call your son, so you went to your daughter-in-law instead? What, you think Ceci is easier to push around?”

She hadn’t gone far at all. She’d stayed near the entrance, hearing every word.

Wren pressed his lips together, unable to snap back.

“Enough of that,” he said stiffly. “About Mrs. Chandler’s matter—are you going to help or not?”

Elena looked at him coolly. “And what exactly do I get in return?”

“We’re family. Why would you need anything in return?” he shot back instinctively.

“Family?” she scoffed. “Who the hell is family with you? Have some shame.”

With that, she turned and walked off, her heels clicking sharply against the floor as she headed into the living room.

Seeing he was getting nowhere, Wren softened his tone. “Just help me this once. If my father knows from below, he’ll thank you too.”

Elena picked up a glass of warm water and took a slow sip.

“Forget it. Your father was always biased. He never treated me like one of the Rainsworths. I’m not helping you—and I’m definitely not helping Robert. Who knows what he really wants with Mr. Chandler’s land?”

It was a flat refusal.

Wren knew there was no point in pressing further.

“Fine,” he said. “If you won’t help, I’ll go myself. I don’t believe Mr. Chandler would refuse to see me.”

And he did just that.

He had the driver take him straight to the Chandler Group, fully expecting to walk in without trouble.

Instead, security stopped him at the gate.

“I’m Mr. Chandler’s friend—Wren!” he insisted.

“Sorry,” the guard replied coldly. “Mr. Chandler has already made it clear—he won’t be seeing you.”

“Did you even tell him who I am? I’m the father of the president of Rainsworth Group!” Wren snapped, dragging Nathaniel into it.

The guard didn’t budge. “And? That doesn’t change anything. Mr. Chandler doesn’t want to see you. Do you understand?”

The rejection was absolute.

There was nothing left to argue.

With no other options, Wren contacted Robert and arranged to meet him.

“What? Even your wife refused to help?” Robert asked, clearly surprised. “You’ve been married for decades.”

Wren shook his head bitterly. “She’s like a completely different person now. I don’t even recognize her anymore.”

Robert sighed.

On the surface, it seemed like concern—but beneath it, his frustration was obvious. His younger brother still hadn’t secured that piece of land.

After a moment, Robert spoke again, voice low and measured.

“Sigh… your wife still cares about Father’s property, doesn’t she? How about this—I’ll give her everything Father left me while he was alive. I don’t want anything else. I just want Father to have a proper resting place… and for you and your wife to reconcile.”

His words sounded selfless.

But whether they truly were—that was another matter entirely.