I Inherited Trillions, Now What?-Chapter 82: Alexander Day Four II

Alexander sat on his bed, having been woken up in the middle of the night by his father. Seeing the way his dad was looking at him, he spoke in a tone that betrayed the fact that he had just been asleep moments ago.

"Is everything okay? Is it the company?"

When his father didn’t answer, Alexander, now more confused, continued.

"No, it can’t be the company… Is it Mother?"

Still, his father remained silent.

"Or is it Stephanie?"

Cassius shook his head. "No, it’s none of that. You run the company now—you should know how well it’s doing despite the restructuring."

Seeing Alexander about to speak, he continued, "And it’s not your mother or your sister. They’re both fine."

Alexander stared at him. "Then what’s the problem, Dad?"

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Cassius sighed. "Well… your uncle was just here."

Hearing that, Alexander’s brows furrowed. His father continued, "He asked me about letting your cousin Desmond come work at the company."

Alexander blinked. "Cousin Desmond wants to work at the company?" He asked the question despite having just been told, and Cassius simply nodded. "Hmm."

Alexander took a moment to think before musing aloud, "Right now, Blackwell Investments is in a delicate situation. We just eliminated all top directorial positions, so I don’t see a place for him. Evelyn and I are handling all the decision-making, centralizing the power structure. And even if we offered him a lower position, I doubt he’d fit in—knowing him, that wouldn’t work. Plus, with his habits, I don’t think it would be wise to have him around."

He laid out all the reasons why it was a bad idea, and his father nodded in agreement. "Yes, that’s what I thought too. And, well… it’s also exactly what your uncle expected you to say."

Noting his father’s tone and mood, Alexander sighed. "Well… he can come. I’m sure I could create a position for him."

But Cassius shook his head. "No, don’t worry about it. I already turned him down."

Alexander’s frown deepened, his confusion growing with everything happening around him. But Cassius simply opened his mouth and spoke.

"You know, when I got rich, I gained a lot of things. But before that? People doubted me. A poor orphan boy from Chicago trying to make it in the stock market? They thought I didn’t stand a chance. Even when I made my first million, they still doubted me."

He let out a small chuckle. "Honestly, if I were them, I would’ve doubted me too." A knowing smile played on his lips, but Alexander just sat there, watching him.

he continued speaking.

"Even though I hated them, there’s a reason I respected those elite families," he said, his voice calm but weighted with meaning.

Alexander remained silent, listening.

"It’s not just because they have immense power and wealth," Cassius paused, Then, he added, "No… it’s because they could maintain it for generations. That—" he let the words hang in the air for a moment, "—is more impressive on its own."

Cassius’ gaze sharpened. "You see, they all understood one thing—getting rich? That’s easy. Plenty of people do it. Some are smart, some are stupid, and some just get lucky."

His hands curled into fists, his voice gaining weight. "But staying rich? Being rich? That’s an entirely different ballpark."

The air in the room shifted. Cassius didn’t just speak—he commanded the space, his presence filling every corner.

"Do you know what you gain the most when you go from being poor to rich?" Cassius asked, a small smile tugging at his lips.

His eyes met Alexander’s—eyes that mirrored his own. With a sheepish chuckle, he added, "Well, I doubt you’d know that, seeing as you were born rich."

Alexander said nothing, his expression unreadable as he continued to stare at his father.

Cassius exhaled, his clenched hands slowly relaxing. "Freedom," he said.

Before Alexander could respond, he continued, his tone carrying the weight of experience. "When a man becomes wealthy, he gains a kind of freedom he’s never known before." His voice drifted slightly, as if reliving a past only he could see. "But after gaining that freedom… he has to face the problems that come with it."

He let the words settle before adding, "Every choice in the world, every desire, every possibility—right at his fingertips." He spread his arms wide, as if embracing something unseen. "And then, an abyss opens up."

His smile stretched wider, something almost triumphant in his expression.

"But I stared into that abyss. I looked deep into it dared it to swallow me —" His voice grew powerful, unwavering. "Know what happened?""

Alexander stared at his father, taking in the euphoric glint in his eyes, the triumphant smile that lingered on his lips.

For a moment, he said nothing. Then, finally, he spoke.

"The abyss… it flinched."

His voice was quiet, yet certain. A statement, not a question.

He stood there, basking in the memory of his victories, of the power he once wielded—and still did. A man who, with a single decision, could shift the entire financial landscape of the country.

And he knew it.

But then he sighed, and the triumphant smile on his face faltered, turning somber.

"But I watched it ruin men—my own friends, my own brother. I watched it destroy marriages," he said, his voice trailing off for a moment, as if weighed down by the memories.

Then his eyes snapped back up to Alexander, sharp and unyielding.

"But most of all… I watched it ruin the children."

Alexander sat on his bed, staring at the one man he truly respected—the man who had always seemed larger than life, untouchable, invincible. But now, for the first time since he was a child, he saw something different.

For the first time, he saw his father weighed down by everything he carried.

For the first time, he saw Cassius Blackwell as something he had never been before.

A regular human being.

But Cassius wasn’t done.

"I watched it ruin your cousin Desmond," he continued, his voice tinged with regret. "He buckled under the weight of your uncle’s expectations, collapsed under the pressure, and let it consume him—dragging him into a life of debauchery."

He paused, exhaling a long, weary sigh. "And I watched it ruin my little girl. It shattered her confidence, stripped her of the strength she once had." His lips curled into a sad smile, pain flickering in his eyes. "And worst of all… I played a massive role in that."

He thought of his daughter, a child he loved with every fiber of his being—a child who wanted absolutely nothing to do with him.

Alexander opened his mouth, ready to speak. He wanted to reassure his father that Stephanie would be fine, that they were all there for her, that she was stronger than she seemed.

But before he could say a word, Cassius’ eyes snapped back up—filled with something unexpected.

regret.

It stunned Alexander for a second, but what shocked him even more were the words that followed.

In a voice that sounded almost broken, his father said, "And the worst case of all… I watched it ruin you."

Alexander’s eyes widened slightly.

But Cassius kept going, his voice heavy with sorrow. "My own boy. My Alexander." He looked down, almost as if ashamed. "What have I done?"

Alexander’s expression returned to its usual unreadable state, but Cassius wasn’t looking at his face anymore.

Instead, he whispered, "What have I created?"

Alexander hearing that just said " Dad what are you talking about"

Cassius, his head bowed in regret, lifted his gaze just slightly, locking eyes with his son. He exhaled a long, tired sigh.

"Never mind, son. Never mind," he muttered, turning to leave.

He walked toward the door, his hand reaching for the handle. But just as he was about to step out, Alexander’s voice cut through the silence.

"Father."

Cassius paused. Slowly, he turned back, his eyes meeting his sons once again.

Alexander sat upright on the bed now, the little haze of sleep completely gone. His gaze burned with conviction.

"Don’t worry, Father. I will maintain the family legacy. I will make sure I am your greatest asset."

For a moment, Cassius simply stared at him. Then, a quiet chuckle escaped his lips.

"Ha ha ha… Boy, don’t worry." His voice softened. "I’m here. I’ll make everything right I am still the Head of the family." He smiled at his son a genuine smile

With that, he turned back to the door. "Good night, son."

Alexander watched his father’s powerful silhouette disappear through the doorway.

"Good night, Father." he said watching his father leave his room

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