Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 385

Although all of them were there to speak, when the old man asked them to bring it forward, they still hesitated.

They hesitated for two reasons:

First, not everyoneuld still dare to stand straight and talk to Morgan Winslow without a stutter.

And snd, they still lacked the guts to put forward themplaint against Aiden. They weren't unaware of the old man's biasness towards the only grandson he has rgnized.

"What? Now that I am here, all of you have lost your voices?" Morgan asked, looking at the group with disdain in his eyes.

The group of relatives exchanged gazes and struggled. And after a long time, one of the bolder relatives finally stepped forward.

"Uncle, it's about Aiden," he started carefully. "We never stepped to intervene before. But today, weuld keep us away fromming here."

"Oh," Morgan replied as if understanding the struggle. But then, with the furrow ofnfusion between his brows, he asked, "What did he do?"

The person who spoke earlier was a little dumbfounded a little. But then, thinking the old man was not keeping the updates about thempany recently, he thought thenfusion like that was normal.

Furthermore, hensidered the old man's ignorance as their advantage. This way, as long as they say it and present the evidence, the old man would believe it. And which evidenceuld be better than the current state of thempany?

With that thought in his mind, the relative smirked inside and asked with his brows knitted inncern. "Uncle, did you not see the news?"

"News?" Morgan arched a brow as his gaze slowly looked at everyone innfusion.

Every relative stood with the same expression —either of disappointment orncern. They looked like the world was about to end, and they were there to do the last bit theyuld afford.

"Uncle, you might be staying home and is not aware, but Aiden … he —he is ruining thempany!"

"Yes, he is ruing the organization," another said, snding the words of the former.

And soon, one after the another, everyone started to voice it out.

Murmurs filled the room, slowly growing louder and louder.

But a crisp tap of the cane put them back to silence. "I am not out to sell fish here. So don't make my grand villa look like a place meant for that."

Before someoneuld speak, he tapped his cane again, warning, "One at a time."

In the end, the boldest of all stepped up to speak. With clear disapproval on his face, he spoke, "Uncle, we have never questioned your decision because we all believed in you. Not even when you decided to give themmand of thempany in the hands of the youngest fellow. But we can't take this sitting any low now."

"We understand brother Dafydd wasn't capable, and you put all your trust on Aiden, who lookedmpetent at first," hentinued before adding, "But given how he has recently acted, we don't think he is any suitable. Under his management, Winslow Global is crumbling, yet he is refusing to do anything about it."

"And?"

The relative was dumbfounded. He thought he quite well explained it, but in response to all his words, Morgan simply arched his brow, asking as if he hasn't understood anything at all.

With hesitation clear in his tone, he asked, "And? What do you mean by 'and', Uncle?! Several members of the board have resigned! Stock prices havellapsed! Several investors have pulled out! Even a few of the major suppliers have backed down! If this goes on, there will be nothing left of thempany! How will we survive then? The legacy, our reputation, everything will be gone. What for? A woman whom he has married out of blue?"

Although none has made it loud and clear, after Aiden had announced his marriage in thempany, everyone came to believe that he broke out in such a fit of anger because he had tome to New York suddenly, leaving his wife behind.

Hence, the talks of him being a woman-whipped also became popular, but it was as subtle as possible.

But still, as subtle as it had been, it had been gone around, reaching the ears of the family and relatives.

"Uncle, do you still favour Aiden so much that you are ready to let him ruin all that you have worked hard for all your life?" One of the relatives asked, incredulously.

But the old man remained impassive. "I do favor my grandson a lot. But not to an extent to letting him ruin it all that I once worked hard for…" He said, and at his words like that, the relatives saw a ray of hope.

They instantly chimed in to ask. "They why aren't you now doing anything?"

At their question, the old man looked at the group like he was wasting his time on the dense people. "Why?" he repeated their question. "Haven't I told you already? Because I am still resting here … in peace. Why would I let these matters disrupt my rest and peace?"

Everyone was speechless …

Does that even make sense?

Doesn't that just mean the old man was not caring at all?

"Williams!"

Once Morgan felt that he had told all that need to be told, he called out to the butler, gesturing him towards the relatives that haveme uninvited, unannounced.

"Yes, sir?"

"See them out."

Mr. Williams nodded and turned to ert all of them toward the exit.

But just then, the relative from earlier spoke. "Uncle, if that's how you are going to decide, then I think even we don't have to hold the formality." His voice laced with a clear threat.