Chapter 347 Starting Your Own Business?

“Dalton…”

As soon as Lydia stepped out of her room, she spotted Dalton emerging from the study across the hall. Her room was conveniently located near the staircase, making it impossible for him to miss her.

Dalton was chatting with Dylan, seemingly engrossed in a discussion about their recent chess game. Lydia called out to him, but he didn’t hear her and kept walking. Lydia clenched her fists, hesitant to call him again for fear of annoying him.

It was Dylan who noticed her first. “Your wife’s waiting for you.”

Only then did Dalton glance her way, but his gaze quickly shifted away from her face.

“Grandpa, let me help you down,” Dalton said, moving past Lydia without a second thought.

As they brushed shoulders, Lydia bit her lip, holding back any complaints. She fell in step behind them, trailing as they descended the stairs.

Dylan remarked, turning to Dalton, “I found your project idea…”

He was referring to Dalton’s resignation from Galaxy Holdings Group, a topic that had been all over the news lately. Lydia had heard the whispers, surprised that Dalton would leave such a prestigious company. The Aniston family had many ventures, but Galaxy Holdings was the crown jewel. Its annual revenue outstripped all the other businesses combined. Leaving that power center seemed foolish to her.

“Why not swallow your pride and ask your Uncle Chandler to let you back in?” Dylan suggested with a chuckle.

Lydia was ready to agree. In the world of business, ego often took a backseat. After all, who didn’t argue passionately one day only to be best buddies the next? Plus, Dalton and Chandler weren’t rivals; they were family.

For Dalton, admitting a mistake in front of an elder could easily pave the way back to Galaxy Holdings. It seemed worth it.

But before Lydia could voice her thoughts, Dalton replied coldly, “No thanks, Grandpa. If you think the project I mentioned is promising, why shouldn’t I give it a shot?”

Dylan looked clearly surprised.

Dalton nodded. “Yeah, I’m already getting things rolling.”

In reality, Dalton was being modest; he was already well into the next phase of his plans. But he preferred to keep a low profile until everything was set in stone.

Dylan chuckled, saying, “Well, that’s a refreshing change! You’re moving faster and with better judgment than your unreliable father. I didn’t realize you were such a go-getter.”

“Thanks for the compliment, Grandpa,” Dalton replied, feeling a surge of confidence.

Dylan had built the Aniston family from the ground up, turning them into the most prominent family in Kingsdom in just a few decades. His keen insight into the business world was undeniable. Any project he endorsed was bound to have potential.

Dylan cautioned, “But starting a business comes with its fair share of risks. There are plenty of pitfalls out there. You’re still a bit green; just be careful not to fall into one.”

Dalton nodded earnestly. “I hear you, Grandpa. I’ll be as careful as I can.”

As they continued their conversation, they reached the dining table and took their seats. Lydia pursed her lips, feeling utterly invisible.

It was as if she were a ghost trailing behind them without a word to say. The ache in her heart deepened as she realized that even Dylan, who usually avoided family drama, was aware of Dalton’s plans to start a business. And here she was, the wife, learning about it last.