"I’m back, Grandpa," Shawn said softly as they entered. Jeffrey slammed his cane hard against the floor. "Miles, repeat what you just said. Let everyone hear it." Tony turned around, expression cold and eerily calm. "Beth and I have reached the end of our marriage. It’s better for everyone if we part on good terms." Beth’s hand, still holding her teacup, didn’t tremble. "And the reason?" "Personality differences," Tony replied flatly, as if discussing the weather. "You’re too controlling. I’m tired." Sloane’s eyes flicked to Dania. The woman’s manicured fingers brushed lightly against Tony’s palm—a small, calculated gesture that made his gaze waver for just an instant. "Twenty years of marriage," Beth said, placing her teacup down. The delicate clink rang through the room like breaking glass. "And all I get is ‘personality differences’?"Tony didn’t flinch. "The divorce papers are ready. I’m not taking a single share of Oliver Group." Shawn clenched his fists, his voice shaking with anger. "You damn well better not! You were nothing before this family took you in, and now you act like this?" Dania stepped forward smoothly, her tone polite but dripping with condescension. "And this must be Dr. Rivers. I’ve heard so much about you—you saved Mr. Jeffrey, didn’t you? Truly admirable." Sloane ignored her, eyes fixed on Tony. "Mr. Tony, you don’t look well. May I take your pulse?" Dania’s smile stiffened. Her fingers twitched against Tony’s hand before she forced them still. "Mr. Tony is perfectly healthy, Dr. Rivers. No need to trouble yourself." "I’m a doctor," Sloane said evenly. "And I don’t like seeing a patient walk away sick when I can help." To everyone’s surprise, Tony extended his wrist. "Go ahead." A flicker of unease passed through Dania’s eyes, gone almost as soon as it appeared. "Since Mr. Tony agrees, then by all means," she said smoothly.Sloane’s fingers rested lightly on his pulse. His heartbeat was strong—fast, steady, perfectly normal. No tremors, no irregularities, nothing to indicate drugs or illness. She tried again, pressing deeper. Still nothing. "Done?" Tony said coldly, pulling his hand away. Beth rose to her feet with composure that bordered on regal. "Miles, if this is truly your choice, then I’ll respect it." Her gaze shifted to Dania, sharp as glass. "Take your things—and get out of the Oliver family." The words hit Dania like a slap. She hadn’t expected such restraint, such control. For a moment, she even looked thrown off balance. Tony’s expression didn’t change. He adjusted his suit jacket and turned to leave with Dania. But Beth stepped closer, smiling faintly as she straightened Tony’s tie—a gesture so intimate that Dania’s shoulders stiffened instantly. "Remember to see your therapist," Beth murmured. "Your insomnia isn’t cured yet." Tony didn’t react. "Thanks for the reminder." Beth nodded once, then turned toward the others. "I’m tired. I’ll rest for a while." She left the study with steady, graceful steps—her back straight, her composure unbroken. Jeffrey sighed heavily. "That’s enough for today. Everyone, leave." Outside, Shawn slammed his fist against the wall, the impact echoing down the hallway. His knuckles reddened instantly. "That bastard! Twenty years! If Grandpa hadn’t brought him into this family, he’d still be nothing. Aunt Beth treated him like gold—and this is how he repays her?" Lucas put a hand on Shawn’s shoulder. "Calm down." Then he turned to Sloane, voice low. "What did you find in his pulse?" Sloane’s brows drew together. She shook her head slowly. "It’s strange. His pulse was completely normal—steady, strong. No trace of drugs or interference. From a medical standpoint… he’s perfectly healthy and in full control of himself." Lucas’s eyes darkened. "Then something else is controlling him."