All Chapters of The Silent Heir Finally Speaks: Chapter 1 - Chapter 10

Mom saw everything, and it broke her heart.That night, she held me tightly in her arms again, her tears soaking through the shoulder of my shirt."My sweet Nathaniel, why won't you speak to me?" she whispered. "If you could just say one word, just a single word, I could die happy."I could feel her body trembling.It was the heavy despair of a mother who felt entirely helpless.My heart, after all, wasn't made of stone. For the first time, my resolve began to fracture. Perhaps it was finally time for me to speak.But just as I parted my lips, preparing to enunciate a long-unused syllable, the sound of hurried footsteps echoed outside the study door.Malcolm Prescott, our butler, practically burst into the room."Mrs. Wentworth, we have a massive problem!" he said. "The delegation from Ashbury has arrived. The Broadwell Street hedge-fund tycoon, Winston Pembroke, is already at the office!"Mom's face instantly drained of color.Winston Pembroke.That name was a dark, suffoca

My footsteps were as light as a feather.Yet, inside that deathly still conference room, it echoed like a sudden crack of thunder.Every single person in the room subconsciously turned their gaze toward the sound and saw me—an eight-year-old boy, dressed in a custom-tailored little suit, looking like a porcelain doll.Their expressions shifted first to utter confusion, then to bewilderment.Nathaniel Wentworth? The idiot?What did he think he was doing?Mom, sitting right beside Dad at the long table, spotted me, her eyes flickering with panic and worry.She reached her hand out slightly, as if desperate to pull me back, but she didn't dare break the silence.Dad's brow furrowed tightly, his eyes clouding with confusion and a hint of annoyance.Meanwhile, Sebastian and Charlotte exchanged a quick look, clearly waiting for a show.Their expressions practically screamed, "Is this freak seriously walking up there to make a total fool of himself?"At that moment, Winston noticed

A housekeeper nearby rushed to support Mom. I could hear her muffled, joyful sobbing.The expressions on my cousins' faces were a sight to behold. The sneers and cruel amusement on their faces had long since vanished. In their place was the same horror I had seen on Winston and a hint of fear they couldn't possibly hide.They no longer looked at me like a fool. Instead, they were looking at me as if I were a terrifying force of nature.Then there was Dad.He stood at the head of the conference table, his tall frame trembling slightly. It wasn't from anger, but from absolute excitement.His eyes, seasoned by years of corporate warfare, were brighter than they had ever been.They were filled with ecstasy, shock, and the thrill of getting back something he thought he lost. Mostly, though, they held the same confusion my cousins felt.Step by step, he rounded the long conference table, walked straight over to me, and came to a halt.This corporate titan who ran a multi-billion-doll

The executives who had been too humiliated to look up just moments ago now stood tall and proud. Their faces beamed with color, as the bitter resentment they had carried for years vanished in an instant.Dad stood up as well. He walked over to me and clapped his hand firmly on my shoulder."What a flawless reverse takeover. Way to put them in their place, Nathaniel. Spoken like a true Wentworth!"Then, he issued his orders on the spot."Malcolm, draw up the contract immediately. Write it exactly how Nathaniel just laid it out. Don't you dare change a single word."Turning to Uncle Frederick, he continued, "Frederick, you're heading this up. Take a few of our sharpest people and accompany Mr. Pembroke back to Newford. I want all of Broadwell Street to know that we're no pushovers!"The string of commands was sharp, decisive, and authoritative.The atmosphere throughout the entire company shifted. The humiliating pressure from earlier was gone, replaced by a surge of fierce, renew

"Nathaniel, did you learn that in your dreams as well?"Dad's question cut through the room like a knife, instantly shattering the warm atmosphere.The smile on Mom's face froze. Even without an understanding of business, she could hear the hint of suspicion and scrutiny laced in his voice.The air in the room turned to ice.I looked at Dad.I knew right away that my original tale about the dream mentor had cracked.A miracle could explain away a single fluke, but it couldn't account for an endless stream of wisdom and strategy far beyond my age.Businessmen were a paranoid breed, especially a self-made mogul who built a multi-billion-dollar empire from nothing.Dad could lose his mind with joy over a prodigy son, but he would also feel absolute terror toward a child he could neither understand nor control. He was starting to suspect that an old soul occupied my tiny body.Answering yes would only feed his paranoia. But if I said no, then how was I supposed to explain any of