Julius Lockwood’s lips curved into a confident smile. "Never mind three conditions. Even if you had ten, a hundred, or a thousand, as long as you’re the one asking, I’ll make it happen."

"Alright, I’ll tell you. As long as you agree to them, Mr. Lockwood, I will return to the Lockwood family."

"Go on..."

Archie Summers straightened up, a complex look in his eyes. He spoke coldly, "First, I want you to use all of your connections and help me find my sister."

"That’s no problem. I can make calls right now and send people to find her," Julius Lockwood agreed with a nod.

"Second, use all of your connections to find out the true cause of my mother’s death."

Hearing Archie’s words, Julius Lockwood’s brows furrowed tightly. "Your mother died of a serious illness. What is there to investigate?"

Archie Summers sneered. "You may not be sure if she died of an illness, Mr. Lockwood, but I am. My mother’s death was far too sudden." Although it had been a long time and his childhood memories were hazy, he was absolutely certain his mother had not died from an illness.

"Alright, I’ll have people look into it. But regardless of the outcome, you must come back." Julius Lockwood considered it for a moment before nodding in agreement.

"And while you’re investigating my mother’s death, Mr. Lockwood, please keep it from your wife and your precious son."

Julius Lockwood’s expression soured. He asked in a heavy voice, "Archie, do you have some misunderstanding about your stepmother and your brother?"

"There’s no misunderstanding. Now, for the third condition: I want you to use all your connections to completely ruin the Bishop Family. I want them brought so low they can never recover!"

Hearing this demand, Eleanor Bishop cried out in horror, "Archie, how can you be so cruel!"

"Am I being cruel? Fine, then let me concede a little. Eleanor Bishop, you are forbidden from ever setting foot in the Lockwood home for the rest of your life!"

Eleanor Bishop demanded through her tears, "Archie, how can you do this to me? What did I possibly do wrong to deserve such viciousness from you? Even if I did do something wrong, you have to forgive me for Rory’s sake!"

Archie Summers turned and advanced on Eleanor Bishop, one step at a time. His voice was so sinister it sent a chill through her. "Eleanor Bishop, if it weren’t for Rory, do you think you’d still be standing here alive? You knew all about what was going on between Mika Summers and Tristan Grayson, yet you still made Mika go beg him, pushing them to stay entangled. Eleanor Bishop, you have completely crossed my line. I will never forgive you."

"Archie, I’m sorry, I’m sorry, I’m so sorry! I really am, I know I was wrong! But I was just worried about you! I felt like I had no other choice, so I asked Mika to go to Tristan Grayson. Even if he wouldn’t do it for Mika, he would have definitely helped you for Kiki’s sake!"

"My dignity as a man... you’ve completely trampled it with your so-called attempts to ’help me.’ Eleanor Bishop, you’d better pray Tristan Grayson gets off that operating table alive. You’d better pray I find Mika Summers soon. Otherwise, not even death would be enough to atone for your mistake."

Archie Summers’ vicious, merciless words completely shattered Eleanor Bishop’s heart. She sank to the floor in a daze.

Julius Lockwood finally understood why his son wanted to return. He didn’t speak up for Eleanor Bishop. Instead, he stood up, leaning on his cane, and gave a sharp order. "Archie, I accept your third condition. Someone, throw Miss Bishop out of the Lockwood house." ’To him, Eleanor’s only bargaining chip had been Rory. But at the end of the day, Rory was just a girl. If he could get his son back, then Rory was expendable.’

"Yes, sir."