As the door closed behind Vincent with a heavy thud.
No one in the room said anything for a while.
The remaining three Grayson brothers stood quietly, not daring to shift their weight or breathe too loudly.
The air in the study felt heavier now, as if disappointment itself had settled over the room.
Mr. Grayson leaned back in his chair, his fingers tapping slowly on the polished wood of his desk.
He was tired because he had to go talk to the family elders and sacrifice a lot of stuff just for them to take care of the company that his eldest son had ruined.
And when he said that Vincent would be removed from the position of succession, it was not his decision, but something the elders of the family decided to do after this mess.
However, from the looks of it, none of his sons might inherit the position.
He didn't look up as he spoke again.
"Thomas."
The second son straightened immediately. He was taller than Vincent, leaner, with sharp eyes and a proud jawline.
