Despite the confrontation, Lin Tian knew he couldn't sever ties with the Zhao family just yet. His years of humiliation had left unanswered questions, and he was determined to find the truth behind his forced marriage to Zhao Yue.
The Zhao mansion was as imposing as ever, its grandeur a stark contrast to the disdain Lin Tian had faced within its walls. As he entered the main hall, all eyes turned toward him.
Old Master Zhao scoffed. "What are you doing here, Lin Tian? Crawling back to beg for scraps?"
Lin Tian's lips curved into a faint smile, his eyes sharp and unyielding. "I'm not here to beg. I'm here to take back what's mine."
The room fell silent. Zhao Yue, seated nearby, furrowed her brows. "What are you talking about, Lin Tian? You've lost your mind."
"Have I?" Lin Tian stepped forward, his aura radiating authority. "For years, I endured your insults, your mockery. But those days are over. From now on, you'll see who I truly am."
Zhao Cheng sneered, stepping in front of him. "And who might that be? Still the useless son-in-law with delusions of grandeur?"
Lin Tian's gaze hardened. With a single, swift motion, he struck the marble table beside him, shattering it into pieces. The room erupted in gasps.
"I am Lin Tian," he said, his voice calm yet commanding. "The last descendant of the Heavenly Dragon Clan. And you will regret underestimating me."
Old Master Zhao's face turned pale, but he quickly regained his composure. "Empty words! If you want to prove yourself, then earn it. You've been nothing but a disappointment—"
"I don't need your approval," Lin Tian interrupted, his tone cutting like steel. "I'm here to protect this family from the storm that's coming, whether you accept it or not."
Zhao Yue stared at him, her expression unreadable. For the first time, doubt flickered in her eyes.