No Divorce? The Billionaire's Love Chase! novel Chapter 342

Sewell's voice was a low growl. "You think you can just come and go as you please? What do you take the Ferguson family for?"

Before he could finish, Oliver Grant pushed Cyrus Grant slowly into the living room.

The Fergusons' expressions shifted as they saw Cyrus.

Cyrus sat languidly in his wheelchair, dressed in a black suit with a white, deep V-neck shirt. He casually toyed with a metal lighter in his hand.

"Mr. Cyrus."

Claudia pulled her parents behind Cyrus for protection.

Cyrus patted Claudia's arm reassuringly.

His narrow eyes swept over the people in the room before settling on Sewell.

"Rumor has it that the Ferguson family is the head of the eight great families in Capital City," Cyrus said. "I didn't expect you to be so rude to your own in-laws."

Sewell's face was cold as he corrected him. "Cyrus, this is a Ferguson family matter. You're overstepping your bounds."

Cyrus's smile was wild and arrogant. "President Ferguson, you're mistaken. Dr. Watkins is my personal physician. Ensuring the Watkins family's safety is a matter of my own self-interest."

Old Mr. Ferguson's murky eyes flashed with a vicious light. "Even so, Mr. Cyrus, you have no right to take people from my home."

Cyrus raised an eyebrow. "Fine, I don't have to take them. I'll just stay here with them."

York stood up, his bloodshot eyes fixed on Claudia.

"Grandfather, let Claudia go home with her parents to rest," he said. "Whatever it is, direct it at me."

Before York finished, Wendy interjected, "At the end of the day, Mr. Cyrus is York's uncle. He's not exactly a stranger. It's not unheard of for elders to intervene in the younger generation's conflicts."

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