Breaking Free, Loving Again -The Flash Marriage with Mr. CEO-Chapter 389: A man doesn’t covet what rightfully belongs to his wife.

Aiden was working in his office when Emyr entered after knocking on the door.

"Sir, the report that you requested has been prepared," he said, placing the file on Aiden's desk and politely pushing it towards him.

Aiden glanced at the file before picking it up and flipping through the pages. As he scanned the contents, his expression remained unreadable.

After a moment, he nodded.

"It still lacks details. This is not enough."

With that, he closed the file and, without a second thought, dropped it into the trash can.

Emyr wasn't surprised at all. From the very beginning, he had known about his boss's pursuit of perfection.

"Noted, sir," Emyr responded with a nod, already sending a notice to the team responsible for the report. "I have informed them, and they have already started re-working on it."

Aiden hummed in acknowledgement and turned his attention back to the file he had been reviewing earlier.

The office was silent except for the faint sound of papers turning. But just as the time was passing, his phone rang, breaking the stillness.

Aiden ignored it at first, continuing to review the document. However, as the ringtone continued further, he glanced at the caller ID before putting it on speaker.

He didn't speak but rather turned to look back into the documents.

Emyr, who had been standing quietly, didn't know who was on the call. But since, Aiden hadn't asked him to leave, he assumed there was no requirement to.

For a brief while, neither of the sides spoke. It seemed like a challenge of patience.

While Aiden didn't seem to be losing, the patience of the person on the other end thinned. And soon, a gruff voice came through the speaker.

"Brat!"

The single word carried an unmistakable authority, and Emyr instantly recognized the caller.

Although he hadn't met him many times, he knew that in this world, there was only one person who dared to address Aiden Winslow in such a manner —

Morgan Winslow, his grandfather.

No one else held such guts …

Aiden wasn't fazed at that tone. He sat neutrally behind his desk, working as he affirmed. "Grandpa!"

"So, you still have the consciousness to recognize me?" Morgan sneered. "If not, I almost thought you considered me dead." His voice came sharp, carrying an underlying weight of authority. But it wasn't received as it was expected to be.

Aiden had no intention of coaxing the old man. He simply continued flipping through the pages of his file, making no effort to respond.

In the end, it was Morgan who broke the silence again.

"What? You have nothing to explain at all?" His tone was as sharp as before, laced with mock irritation.

Aiden's expression still showed no hints. Closing the file, he simply said, "I don't owe you an explanation."

"Basta*d! I am the chairman of the company, and above that, I am your grandfather. Is that how you talk to me?" Morgan snapped, his voice booming through the speaker.

If it had been anyone else, they would have cowered in submission.

But Aiden?

He remained as composed as ever.

"Aren't you just a dormant Chairman?" he countered lazily.

"You —"

"Take a deep breath." Aiden's voice was calm, indifferent. "You don't have to die just yet. I promised my late mother that I wouldn't let you die because of me."

Morgan went silent, and that silence wasn't a facade. It carried an untold emotion, lingering in the air —unspoken, yet evident to those who knew.

And just as the weight in the air grew heavier, he scoffed, breaking away from the suffocating tension.

"You brat, always running that sharp tongue of yours. You still think it's just that one promise that binds you with me and the family?"

Aiden's voice was serious as he countered. "If not for that promise, do you think I would care for this company?"

Of course, Morgan knew. If not for Marwenna's dying request, Aiden would have never agreed to acknowledge him or the family.

"Fine, as long as you care for the company, I have nothing to worry about. I can leave it in your hands and die in peace without a worry," he said with a soft sigh that carried hints of guilt.

But before anyone could recognize it, it was gone. Morgan changed the subject to say. "Oh, by the way, I heard recently you are coveting the shares."

"As I said, I don't need to report my plans to you," Aiden said, dismissing it straight away.

But Morgan didn't allow it. He simply continued, "If you had any such plans, you should have looked for me. After all, I hold a significant percentage that could help you."

Emyr's expression changed slightly when he heard that.

Of course, he was aware of the significance of those shares —not just because they belonged to Morgan Winslow, but because they also included the shares of Marwenna Winslow, Aiden's late mother.

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Emyr didn't know much details. But he has known that before her death, she had entrusted them to Morgan for safekeeping.

When Aiden had first instructed him to start acquiring shares, Emyr had presented a list of potential shareholders they could negotiate with.

Morgan Winslow's name had been on that list.

Yet Aiden had slashed it out.

At that time, Emyr hadn't understood why. From everything he had observed, Morgan Winslow appeared to be a doting grandfather.

If Aiden had asked, wouldn't he have willingly transferred the shares?

But Aiden had refused to touch them —as if, for some reason, he couldn't.

Back then, Emyr hadn't dared to question him.

But now that the old man had mentioned it himself, curiosity burned within him.

He glanced up at Aiden, waiting for his response.

But when he finally spoke, his answer left Emyr utterly speechless.

"Those are for my wife. No one lays a finger on it, not even me."

Emyr was taken aback. He didn't understand what it meant for a moment, but then suddenly, he remembered he had read something once.

A man doesn't covet what rightfully belongs to his wife —he safeguards it, so that the world knows it's hers alone.

Back then, he wasn't able to quite grasp the depth of it. But today, he finally got what it meant.