Your Uncle’s My Husband Now Back Off, Ex Novel

Chapter 895 After all, Charlotte was Brandon's cousin, and he didn't want to see her stray down the wrong path. The next morning... As soon as Damon arrived at the office, Brandon walked in. "Uncle Damon, I need to talk to you about Charlotte," he said. Damon's gaze grew cold. "What about her?" he asked. Damon had already told Charlotte that her company wasn't capable of handling the project she wanted to pursue and had even suggested several projects better suited for it. However, she had turned them all down, determined to go after that one risky venture. He hadn't intervened further.

Unexpectedly, she had asked him yesterday not only to partner with her on the project but also to involve the Genge Group. Damon had refused outright, unwilling to engage. "Uncle Damon, even if Charlotte has made mistakes, she's still family. I think you're being too harsh on her," Brandon said. After a long pause, Damon replied coldly, "Brandon, both you and Charlotte are adults now, running your own companies. You should know what's right and wrong without me having to teach you." He could offer help when necessary, but that didn't mean he would clean up after their messes.

If Charlotte went ahead with that project, it would be the end of her company. Anyone who knew she was betting everything on it would try to take advantage of her. If he agreed to help and things went wrong, he would be expected to step in and fix it. Damon admired ambition, but not when it was reckless. Brandon's face darkened at the thought of his fight with Tom. But... with their grandfather gone, Damon was the only reliable elder left. Both he and Charlotte wanted to depend on him. "Uncle Damon, no matter how old Charlotte and I get, you'll always be our uncle.

You're the one we can rely on. If you won't help us, who will?" Brandon reasoned. To Brandon, family meant occasional disagreements, but always coming together when things got tough. "I can help, but only within limits. If you do something stupid again, like fighting in public, I won't get involved," Damon said. The Sumner Group's fate wasn't a huge concern for him. He had done what he could. Beyond that, he wasn't going to get any more involved. Brandon lowered his gaze and didn't respond. He felt a wave of sadness as he realized that Damon was no longer someone he could rely on.

Perhaps, when he became the general manager of the Sumner Group, he should have focused on becoming someone others could depend on, rather than always leaning on others. Whether it was the Weir Group or Charlotte, he wasn't able to help them. All he could do was ask Damon for help. It was time to grow up. "Uncle Damon, I understand. I'll work harder, and unless absolutely necessary, I won't trouble you again," he said. With that, he turned and left. Damon watched Brandon's retreating figure with a deep, unreadable expression but didn't call him back. Brandon was too young.

He hadn't matured enough to bear the responsibility of the Sumner Group. From the way he had fought with Tom in public, it was clear he was still a a child, thinking that no matter how big a mess he made, someone, would always clean it up for him. Meanwhile, Charlotte was too ambitious for her own abilities. These past few years had gone, smoothly for her, making her think she was exceptionally gifted and could succeed at anything she set her mind to. Both of them needed to fall hard before they would understand what it truly meant to grow up.