Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 385: No need to hold the formality.

Although all of them were there to speak, when the old man asked them to bring it forward, they still hesitated.

They hesitated for two reasons:

First, not everyone could still dare to stand straight and talk to Morgan Winslow without a stutter.

And second, they still lacked the guts to put forward the complaint against Aiden. They weren't unaware of the old man's biasness towards the only grandson he has recognized.

"What? Now that I am here, all of you have lost your voices?" Morgan asked, looking at the group with disdain in his eyes.

The group of relatives exchanged gazes and struggled. And after a long time, one of the bolder relatives finally stepped forward.

"Uncle, it's about Aiden," he started carefully. "We never stepped to intervene before. But today, we could keep us away from coming here."

"Oh," Morgan replied as if understanding the struggle. But then, with the furrow of confusion between his brows, he asked, "What did he do?"

The person who spoke earlier was a little dumbfounded a little. But then, thinking the old man was not keeping the updates about the company recently, he thought the confusion like that was normal.

Furthermore, he considered the old man's ignorance as their advantage. This way, as long as they say it and present the evidence, the old man would believe it. And which evidence could be better than the current state of the company?

With that thought in his mind, the relative smirked inside and asked with his brows knitted in concern. "Uncle, did you not see the news?"

"News?" Morgan arched a brow as his gaze slowly looked at everyone in confusion.

Every relative stood with the same expression —either of disappointment or concern. They looked like the world was about to end, and they were there to do the last bit they could afford.

"Uncle, you might be staying home and is not aware, but Aiden … he —he is ruining the company!"

"Yes, he is ruing the organization," another said, seconding the words of the former.

And soon, one after the another, everyone started to voice it out.

Murmurs filled the room, slowly growing louder and louder.

But a crisp tap of the cane put them back to silence. "I am not out to sell fish here. So don't make my grand villa look like a place meant for that."

Before someone could speak, he tapped his cane again, warning, "One at a time."

In the end, the boldest of all stepped up to speak. With clear disapproval on his face, he spoke, "Uncle, we have never questioned your decision because we all believed in you. Not even when you decided to give the command of the company in the hands of the youngest fellow. But we can't take this sitting any low now."

"We understand brother Dafydd wasn't capable, and you put all your trust on Aiden, who looked competent at first," he continued before adding, "But given how he has recently acted, we don't think he is any suitable. Under his management, Winslow Global is crumbling, yet he is refusing to do anything about it."

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"And?"

The relative was dumbfounded. He thought he quite well explained it, but in response to all his words, Morgan simply arched his brow, asking as if he hasn't understood anything at all.

With hesitation clear in his tone, he asked, "And? What do you mean by 'and', Uncle?! Several members of the board have resigned! Stock prices have collapsed! Several investors have pulled out! Even a few of the major suppliers have backed down! If this goes on, there will be nothing left of the company! How will we survive then? The legacy, our reputation, everything will be gone. What for? A woman whom he has married out of blue?"

Although none has made it loud and clear, after Aiden had announced his marriage in the company, everyone came to believe that he broke out in such a fit of anger because he had to come to New York suddenly, leaving his wife behind.

Hence, the talks of him being a woman-whipped also became popular, but it was as subtle as possible.

But still, as subtle as it had been, it had been gone around, reaching the ears of the family and relatives.

"Uncle, we want you to step in for us. After all, you have worked the hardest for the company, you can't let it slip into ruins like that."

"If Aiden has lost his capability, it would only be right if you ask him to step down from his position. Maybe before, we didn't have anyone capable. But now, we don't lack in new blood. Our kids have also grown up well. If you choose anyone from them, they won't disappoint you."

The intention behind their words was obvious. But even so, they held no power to make the old man agree.

Morgan studied them, his expression unreadable.

Just when everyone thought that he had made up his mind, the old man exhaled a deep sigh.

"Ah … so that's what it was about. You all are concerned about the company," he spoke as if he understood their intention well. "And have come here to seek my help."

The relatives' expression grew serious. "Of course, uncle. If not you, who else should we approach?"

"But even I wouldn't be able to help," Morgan suddenly said, without hesitating in killing the hopes they have come to him with. His expression was such an ease that he didn't look at all fazed after all he had heard was going on in the company. But rather, he looked relaxed.

The relatives didn't understand his attitude and asked, "What do you mean, Uncle? Why can't you help us?"

Morgan raised his brows as if not believing him to ask that from him. "Isn't that obvious?" he asked. "I am resting now. Why would I let these matters affect the time I save for my rest? Didn't I give enough to you all?"

"Uncle —"

"Choose the right person to approach the next time you encounter such trouble. Don't come here and cause me a headache the next time," the old man said, simply dismissing them all.

Everyone was speechless. Out of all the possible responses they have considered, this was nowhere.

"Is there anything else?" Morgan asked again with a deep furrow of annoyance between his brows. "Why are you guys not leaving yet?"

"Uncle, do you still favour Aiden so much that you are ready to let him ruin all that you have worked hard for all your life?" One of the relatives asked, incredulously.

But the old man remained impassive. "I do favor my grandson a lot. But not to an extent to letting him ruin it all that I once worked hard for…" He said, and at his words like that, the relatives saw a ray of hope.

They instantly chimed in to ask. "They why aren't you now doing anything?"

At their question, the old man looked at the group like he was wasting his time on the dense people. "Why?" he repeated their question. "Haven't I told you already? Because I am still resting here … in peace. Why would I let these matters disrupt my rest and peace?"

Everyone was speechless …

Does that even make sense?

Doesn't that just mean the old man was not caring at all?

"Williams!"

Once Morgan felt that he had told all that need to be told, he called out to the butler, gesturing him towards the relatives that have come uninvited, unannounced.

"Yes, sir?"

"See them out."

Mr. Williams nodded and turned to escort all of them toward the exit.

But just then, the relative from earlier spoke. "Uncle, if that's how you are going to decide, then I think even we don't have to hold the formality." His voice laced with a clear threat.