Nyla quickly waved her hands and shook her head. “I can’t, Andy. I appreciate your kindness, but I really can’t accept it. I’m too young, and honestly, I don’t have what it takes to run the Goth family.”
Andrew chuckled. “Nyla, I know exactly what you’re worried about. You have no one backing you, no powerful connections, and you’re not a man—so you feel like leading a family just isn’t in the cards for you. On top of that, you’re terrified of your father, Dominic, and even more afraid of Camilla. You’re convinced they wouldn’t approve, right?”
Nyla let out a bitter smile. “It’s not even about whether they’d approve or not. The moment I show the slightest interest in becoming head of the family, Camilla would probably find a way to kill me quietly. She warned me herself, the day she married into this family. She said the Goth family would belong to her children and that I should forget about having a place in it.”
Francesca scoffed coldly. “Andrew, you know what? I’m on board with your plan now. Let’s help Nyla take her rightful place. If this goes on any longer, the Goth family will break her completely. And Dominic—his ambition is out of control. If we don’t put him in his place after trying to get his hands on your miracle pills, people are going to start thinking they can walk all over Moonlit Apothecary.”
Andrew pulled out his phone and gave a calm but cold order, “Get the crew. Meet me at the Goth residence.”
Then, he jumped in the car with Francesca and Nyla in the backseat, and headed straight toward the estate.
About 30 minutes later, Dylan arrived at the Goth residence’s front gates with his team. When he saw Andrew’s car pull up, he walked over quickly and greeted him respectfully.
“Mr. Lloyd, what’s the move?”
Andrew stepped out and said flatly, “We’re going in. I want Dominic to come out and talk.”
Without another word, Dylan led two of his top men and marched forward.
Two guards at the gate snapped, “What do you think you’re doing? This is private property—get out unless you have a death wish!”
Dylan slapped both guards so hard they hit the ground, dazed. “Tell your boss that South City’s Dylan Garner is here to see him. We have some business to settle.”
The second those guards heard Dylan’s name, their faces went pale. Even after getting hit, they did not dare argue. They scrambled to their feet and ran inside to alert the family.
Francesca walked behind with Nyla, offering quiet support. “Don’t worry. Andy’s on your side—he won’t let them get away with this.”
Nyla’s eyes were filled with concern. “Dr. Aicker, I’m just scared Andy might… hurt my father.”
Francesca was caught off guard, then sighed. “Nyla, you’re too soft. After everything, you’re still worried about that monster? Trust me. Andy knows what he’s doing. He won’t cross the line.”
Meanwhile, in the estate’s backyard, Dominic and Camilla were relaxing and chatting about their future plans.
“Dominic, you promised, remember? If we secure that billion-dollar investment, you’ll give me a few hundred million, right?” Camilla cooed, gently rubbing her pregnant belly.
Dominic laughed and looked at her with affection. “Of course, honey. You’re my wife—once the Goth family expands, you’ll be the first to enjoy the rewards.”
Camilla pouted. “What about Nyla, though? She’s your daughter too. You’re not planning to treat her better than me, are you?”
Dominic scoffed. “That little brat doesn’t even listen to me anymore. Once she finishes this last task, I’m marrying her off. I don’t want her hanging around the house—the sight of her puts me in a bad mood.”