The Silent Heir Finally Speaks
I only learned how to speak when I was eight years old.
Everyone in the Wentworth family calls me an idiot. Even my mom secretly wipes her tears away, thinking that she's given birth to an autistic son.
My dad looks at me with disappointment in his eyes. But he never sends me to a special-needs school due to his need to preserve the family's reputation.
One day, Winston Pembroke from Broadwell Street comes over to purchase my family's company, Wentworth Group. He puts on a high and mighty attitude and berates everyone in the meeting room to the point that they can only hang their heads in shame. Despite the room being filled with the company's elites, no one dares to respond to Winston.
As I stand in a corner, I feel my eyelids drooping while listening to Winston's tirade.
Ugh. How annoying.
So, I take a step forward and utter my first ever sentence in Winston's mother tongue.