Chapter 412

Evelyn's phone screen illuminated with the breaking news. Her breath hitched violently.

"Dominic... dead?"

Her fingers trembled against the glass. "This can't be real. Not him. Not like this."

She'd stopped the bleeding herself. The medical helicopter had taken him directly to St. Elizabeth Medical Center. Top specialists should've been waiting. How could they fail?

"Did he pull at the bandages mid-flight? Or refuse treatment at the hospital?" The possibilities tormented her.

Hot tears spilled down her cheeks unchecked.

The truth remained - Dominic Blackwood was gone. Truly gone.

Doctors could perform miracles, but not resurrection.

Last night, when rage consumed her, she'd believed his death would bring freedom. So why did this news feel like a knife twisting in her chest?

Online, media outlets exploded with coverage:

[In Memoriam: Dominic Blackwood - The Titan Who Fell]

[Blackwood Group: Who Will Steer the Empire Now?]

[The Tragic End of Dominic Blackwood]

[Conspiracy Theories Surrounding Blackwood's Death]

[Eleanor Blackwood's Passing Preceded Son's - What Fate Awaits the Dynasty?]

Each headline struck like a hammer blow.

Gregory kept dialing Dominic's number, getting only voicemail. How could he verify these claims?

His wife Beatrice practically vibrated with excitement. "Gregory, if your brother's really dead, does that mean we get part of his estate? Didn't you say his will provided for your mother? Now that she's gone..."

Gregory's glare could've melted steel. "My mother just died. Now my brother. And all you care about is money?"

"What else matters? He's dead! I didn't kill him!"

Gregory muttered darkly, "How did this happen?"

"Call Julian home immediately! We need to arrange funerals!"

Unable to bear his wife's avarice, Gregory grabbed his keys and stormed out.

Chaos engulfed Blackwood Group headquarters.

How could their indomitable leader just... die?

Nathan's phone hadn't stopped ringing.

Vincent and Lucas fielded endless calls too. They convened in Dominic's office, faces grim.

"Who spoke with him last?" Lucas demanded.

"Work email two days ago. He read it but didn't reply. No communication since," Vincent reported.

Nathan adjusted his glasses. "Three days back, Michael and Henry went to see him. He was fine then."

"I'll check the hospital. Nathan, find Michael - have him contact Evelyn. Mr. Holloway, call an emergency meeting to stabilize the company." Lucas's voice turned steely. "Until we confirm this, treat all reports as speculation. I refuse to believe he'd go quietly!"

Their plan set, the men dispersed.

Nathan arrived at Mooncrest Manor, ringing the bell repeatedly.

The door finally opened to reveal a bleary-eyed Michael, blond hair disheveled. "What the hell, Nate? It's dawn."

"Call Evelyn now!" Nathan grabbed Michael's arm. "Something's happened to Mr. Blackwood. She'll know the truth."