"No matter what, you can't just abandon Tim!" Agatha's voice was filled with grief.
Even Magnus wavered for a moment. After all, Timothy was the son he had invested in the most. He had raised Timothy to be his heir and given him the best of everything.
No one wanted to destroy their most carefully crafted masterpiece. But then he remembered that Timothy didn't just want Hardwell Group, he wanted his own father dead too. That one flicker of hesitation he felt was instantly extinguished.
That shaman all those years ago had been right. Among the twins, one was born evil.
It wasn't Irvin, like Agatha had insisted. It was Timothy.
The one who had everything, but turned out to be the cruelest. Someone like that could never be allowed to continue unchecked.
So even if Magnus felt sorry, he shoved Agatha aside to keep her from interfering. And when she started losing control, screaming and thrashing, he clamped a hand over her mouth before she could escalate the situation.
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