The barrage of accusations echoed through the room, each word landing with the weight of a gavel.
Alexander watched the tense standoff between the two men, his expression calm and impassive. “This has nothing to do with me. You two carry on,” he said, voice steady.
Without waiting for a reply, he turned to leave.
Jake’s voice snapped through the air. “Stop right there. I’m talking about your brother, and you just want to wash your hands of it?”
“I’m stepping down soon. Can’t either of you behave for once and spare me the theatrics?”
Alexander paused mid-step, turning back with dark, unreadable eyes.
“In all these years, I’ve never caused any trouble for you,” he replied coolly. “My divorce from Danielle is between us—it has nothing to do with you.”
His tone was detached as he continued, “Now that your golden boy is back, let him take over tomorrow. I won’t be involved in the family business anymore.”
With that, Alexander turned and walked out, leaving only the sound of Jake’s ragged breathing behind.
Jake’s chest heaved, a wave of dizziness washing over him.
“Dad, Alex has always been responsible, ever since we were kids. The things you’re doing now—they’re breaking his spirit,” Nathan said quietly, trying to soothe the old man. “I have no intention of coming back to work at Davidson & Sons. I don’t want the family fortune. I have my own path to follow. If you just give Alex a way out, he’ll take it.”
Nathan’s voice stayed gentle. “I’m not trying to make things difficult for you. If you want to hand Davidson & Sons to me, I honestly don’t think I could run it half as well as Alex has. He’s kept things running smoothly for years. It’s time he had full control.”
Jake’s face remained cold and unmoved.
He might be the patriarch, but the company shares weren’t even in his name anymore. Alexander was running things as a sort of executive manager—hired help, in a sense.
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