Invincible Heir

Chapter 20 Karma

Yuri, long past the point of hiding her own tears, held Tracy close.

“That Baron is trash, and yet you swallowed up his lies just like that! He’ll give you the whole world?

What horseshit!”

Sherry, on the other hand, showed no sign of softness. Her merciless tongue-lashing continued. “We’re

being exiled from the clan, which means we’re even losing our home now. That man knows that he

won’t be able to scrounge up anything else by staying in this household, so just like five years ago, he’s

leaving you right when things get the most difficult. This time, he’s never coming back.”

The thorny words embedded themselves deep into Tracy’s chest, where they burrowed deeper, took

root.

“If we really end up banished, we’ll be left with nothing. Tracy, please, listen to your Mom. Go and beg

your Granddad for a chance, just one chance to keep us in the family. Promise him anything he wants.

Go now, go!” Sherry urged even as she sobbed.

Thoroughly heartbroken, blank despair etched across her face, Tracy looked at Sherry and agreed, “All

right. I’ll go. I’ll go and beg him to let you off, even if it costs me my life.”

With that, she ran headlong into the pouring rain.

“Sis!” Yuri yelled, chasing after her.

Before she could step out, Sherry pulled her back by the arm. “This mess was hers to begin with. We’ll © NôvelDrama.Org - All rights reserved.

only get off the hook if we send her to Henry.”

“Get the fuck off me!”

Yuri wrested free of Sherry’s grip. She had never once spoken to her mother like this before.

But by the time she sprinted out, Tracy had gone.

The Perry family garden.

In front of the gates of Henry’s domicile, a slender, feminine figure knelt in place. The rain had long

since drenched her. The frigid wind howled. But everything her body was enduring wasn’t within a

millionth of the pain wracking her heart.

“Granddad, I’m begging you. Give me a chance. So long as you keep us in the clan, I’ll do anything you

say.”

As Tracy sobbed, the raindrops running down her face mingled with her tears.

She had knelt in the wind and rain for such a long time that her frail body was swaying on the spot. If it

was not for her intense willpower, she would have collapsed long ago.

Despite living but one door away from her, there was no pity to be found in Henry's face. He refused

even to acknowledge her presence.

Next to Henry’s mansion was Phillip’s house. Surrounded by direct clan members, they looked upon

the scene with eyes devoid of sympathy.

“What a stubborn woman. She’s been kneeling here all this time begging for Mr. Perry’s forgiveness.”

“That’s not stubbornness, that’s desperation. Without the Perry Clan, she’s nothing.”

“Looks like Mr. Perry’s doing it for real this time – banishing her household from the clan.”

…...

At that moment, the door to Henry’s room opened, and out walked a butler clutching a document.

Tracy stared up at the butler’s figure as he began to read from the document - “This is the seventh

formal command of the head of the Perry Clan. After discussion with all Perry company branches and

departments, the result is unanimous - The Tracy household is banished, all its members are to be

struck from the family tree, and the Perry mansion is to be returned to the clan! The head of the clan

has spoken!”

Clash!

Several lightning bolts drew jagged gashes across the sky, slitting open its belly and bringing with it a

fresh peal of rain.

Her last wisp of hope extinguished, Tracy’s body shuddered and finally sank to the ground, numb.

A flickering shadow once again appeared by her side.

“Formal command?

“Granddad really invoked his full authority just to exile my household from the clan?

“What on earth did I do? What did I do to have you all treat me like this? Why?”

After a brief lull, Tracy’s sobs took on a hysterical note.

Baron, who had appeared next to her, exuded sheer killing intent from his every pore. This was the first

time since leaving the Pola Islands that he’d felt such powerful bloodlust.

“Mr. Owen, I’m going to purge this family!” Charles materialized behind Baron as well. Enraged, he took

a single step towards the home of Mr. Perry.

“Hold it!”

Baron thundered, rainwater dripping from his forelocks to his forehead, past the bloodthirsty dots of his

pupils, no longer distinguishable from tears.

“I want to watch the ones forsaking her today beg for her return tomorrow.” Baron’s voice grew colder

than a glacier.

Tracy was sprawled out, her limbs unresponsive, weak from her torment. Gently, Baron hoisted her up

and disappeared into the squall.

Just as he left, a black Audi A6 rolled to a halt in the Perry courtyard. Two middle-aged men with Brone

company batches on their chests hurried out of the car.

“Mr. Perry, bad news – it’s the Brone Group. One lawyer, along with a Minister of Law and Justice,”

someone hastily reported to Henry.

Panicking, Henry gathered himself and rose. “Show them in!”

Those words had barely faded from the air when the pair entered.

“Hello!”

Henry made his way forward, actively reaching out to shake their hands.

The gesture was not returned. The Minister gestured with his eyes, and his accompanying lawyer

produced a letter, handing it off to Henry.

“This is an attorney’s letter from the Brone company. Mr. Perry, I suggest you pay your reparations as

stated in the contract as soon as possible. Otherwise – we’ll see you in court,” the Minister exclaimed

coldly.

As the rest of the Perry Clan arrived, all who overheard the conversation wore a face of worry.

“Minister William Carter, we hadn’t even begun our collaboration yet when we signed that contract, so

how could we have violated its terms?” Phillip asked boldly.

“Shut up!” Henry snapped. Even if the Perry Clan hadn’t violated the contract, if the Brone Group said

they did, so it was.

William wasn’t about to let Phillip off that easily, however, and sneered, “So you think the Brone Group

has it in for you, then?”

Resentful, Phillip said through gritted teeth, “Don’t you?”

Henry slapped him backhand across the mouth as he bellowed, “I told you to shut up!”

Right after his outburst, Henry hastily turned back to William. “My grandson is an ignorant fool. No need

to descend to his level, Minister.”

“Oh, never mind. I might as well clarify things here and save you some time spreading meaningless

rumors.”

William released a frosty chuckle, took a copy of the contract from the lawyer, flipped to a specific page

and passed it to Henry. “Mr. Perry, would you please read the last item of the last additional clause of

this page? Just so you and your clan are perfectly crystal clear on exactly which term of the contract

you’ve broken.”

Despite Henry’s acceptance that they would have to shoulder responsibility one way or another, he

himself harbored no small amount of lingering discontent. Hurriedly, he took the contract in his hands,

found the item in question, and read it aloud - “It is agreed that, within the period of collaboration, Party

B must designate Tracy Perry as the sole representative of said collaboration.”

Upon hearing the terms, everyone in the Perry Clan froze, dumbfounded.

As for Henry himself, he slumped down into his sofa, strength draining from his body.

“Oh, right, Mr. Camel also asked me to tell you this, Mr. Perry – you reap what you sow,” William said

coldly.