Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO novel Chapter 437

The manager swiped the card again, and this time, the transaction went through successfully. He felt finally at ease. Retrieving the card, he handed it back. "Thank you, sir. The bill is settled."

Dafydd didn't glance. He simply took his card and turned to look at his son.

The crowd was long dissipated. And with the manager gone, only there people remained there.

Dafydd looked at his son's friend and asked, "Didn't I ask you to look after him? How did he end up like this?"

Zenon's brows furrowed slightly as he darted his gaze back at Bryn before saying, "Uncle, I have tried my best to stop him. But he was not in the right state today. He didn't listen to me and then all this happened."

Dafydd's jaws clenched and it was clear that he didn't like a per cent of how the night had turned out to be.

But with his son already in such a heavily drunken state, he had no choice but to take him back home first.

Not saying much, he simply gestured his men. And at his silent instruction, a few of them stepped forward and carried Bryn away.

And then soon left as well.

In the late morning, after much difficulty, Bryn finally woke with a pounding headache. Holding his head, he had barely sat up when the door of his room was pushed open and Dafydd entered with displeasure written on his face.

"How many times have I asked you to look after your image in public? Is this how you are going to carry forward Winslow's legacy?" he berated. "Do you even know that last night what a big laughing stock you have become?"

Bryn's expression changed as he heard his father and the flashes of last night flashed back from his memories. The mocking sniggers and gazes —he couldn't forget them now that he had remembered. They all were laughing at him.

Not because he made a joke of himself, but because he couldn't prove himself to be what he claimed he was.

He claimed himself to be the heir of Winslow —yet he wasn't even able to pay a small bill.

Could this be any more embarrassing?

His fingers clenched on the sheets as his jaws ticked. All this was because of Aiden —that bast*rd son of his father.

"Bryn, you —"

"The Winslow legacy?" Bryn scoffed in a half-mocking manner. "How can I have the privilege to carry it forward, when you, yourself, hadn't had chance? Nor will ever have in future."

Dafydd's expression turned ugly. "What did you say?"

Bryn raised his brow. "What? You didn't understand?" he asked as if mocking his father's comprehensive ability. "I am reminding you just what you have been trying to ignore. I am reminding you of your continuous failures. Especially the very fresh one that you received just last night, yesterday."