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“Dad, I¡ª” Javier’s voice faltered, a shadow of sorrow crossing his face at the mention of Anne. He was rendered speechless.
Justin looked askance at Javier, then looked away coldly.
Struggling to regain his composure, Javier finally said, “Dad, I don’t mean to suspend Jeremy’s duties. But he’s hospitalized and unconscious. Walsh Group has invested hundreds of billions into Project A5, and with the bid approaching, we can’t afford a vacant president’s seat.”
Newton’s fury intensified. “I spoke with the doctor on my way here. Jeremy is merely unconscious and might wake up by tomorrow morning!”
“And what if he doesn’t regain consciousness?” Javier shot back, his frustration boiling over.
“You are his father. How can you doom your own son with such words? Do you even hear yourself, Javier?”
Newton’s body trembled with anger. “Even if Jeremy doesn’t recover immediately, as the chairman, you can temporarily take over his duties. I’m here to assist with the final decisions on Project A5 as well.
“Why must you consider replacing him at this critical moment? Jeremy would be heartbroken if he woke up to find out what you’ve done!”
Overwhelmed with both anger and anxiety, Javier exhaled deeply, his frustration evident.
“Grandpa, please calm down.” After a long period of silence, Justin stepped forward with a warm smile on his face. “You’ve misunderstood both Dad and me. I’ve never intended to take over Jeremy’s place.
“I’m already grateful to be alive, even with this broken body of mine. I desire nothing more. Besides, there’s no one more suitable than Jeremy to lead Walsh Group as its president. So, please don’t trouble yourself or get angry over this.”
Newton stared at Justin, his gaze locked on the faint smile that lingered on his grandson’s face. Suddenly, he was struck by a vivid memory-of a young Justin, covered in blood, holding a knife, his lips curling into a sly smirk.
Pain shot through Newton’s chest, sharp and unrelenting. He staggered, but Justin caught him just in time.
“Grandpa, be careful!”
Newton struggled to catch his breath, his hands clutching Justin’s icy ones. His voice trembled as he spoke, “Justin… you wouldn’t harm Jeremy, would you? That boy lost his mother at such a young age.
“He’s endured countless hardships and sacrificed everything for Walsh Group. His path hasn’t been easy. Please, be kind to him. Don’t make things harder for me. Can you promise me that?”
Justin’s smile widened, though his eyes glinted with a cold, frosty light. “Grandpa, it seems you’ve forgotten that I, too, lost my mother when I was very young.”
Newton’s breath hitched.
“But don’t worry.”) .” Justin placed his hand over Newton’s, his touch cold yet deceptively gentle. “No one will take away what belongs to Jeremy. Not even me.”
Alyssa let out a long sigh of relief as she managed to divert the bodyguard’s attention.
Of course, she hadn’t planned to confront Sheryl directly today. Creating a scene was never her intention. Her primary goal was to scout the area and gather information for her next steps. She recorded everything she observed in the hospital, intending to review the footage thoroughly later.
As Alyssa prepared to leave, she caught sight of Sheryl stepping out of an elevator. Sheryl’s expression was cold as she strode toward the opposite end of the hallway.
Holding her breath, Alyssa gritted her teeth and followed silently.
“Sir, everything has been settled,” Sheryl said, lighting a cigarette and taking a deep drag.
Alyssa’s eyes narrowed as she watched the figure before her. Sheryl’s silhouette, clad in a lab coat, bore an uncanny resemblance to her own. Her focus sharpened.
Given that both the person behind Sheryl and the person behind Jameson were addressed as ” Sir”, it was highly likely that this “Sir” was Justin.
“Don’t worry,” Sheryl said smugly. “I’m keeping an eye on him. He’ll never get the chance to speak again.”
Alyssa clenched her fists, her nails digging into the wall. A cold glint flashed in her eyes. If Justin had ordered Sheryl to transfer Grover out of prison, what was his real motive?
After ending her call, Sheryl finished her cigarette and flicked the butt onto the ground. She turned to leave when Alyssa had a sudden idea. Lowering her voice deliberately, she called out, “Liana Gardner!”
Sheryl froze, her heart skipping a beat at that name. Instinctively, she spun around.
But the hallway behind her was empty.
As Sheryl looked back at the empty corridor, a chill ran down her spine, and the hair on the back of her neck stood on end.
She heard someone calling her Liana Gardner. It was a name she had discarded long ago-a part of her past she thought she had buried forever. Yet now, it came rushing back, unbidden and relentless.
After all this time, she believed she had severed ties with her old life. But the moment she heard the name that had once been hers for over 20 years, she reacted instinctively, unable to suppress the surge of unease.
“Ms. Gillis!”
A man, who appeared to be the hospital director, approached her with two medical staff in tow. He offered a polite smile and said, I’ve prepared this round of medications. Shall we administer them to the subjects today?”
“How many times have I told you not to call them subjects? They are patients,” Sheryl said coldly, fixing him with a sharp glare. “You make it sound like we’re running some kind of inhumane experiment.”
The doctor laughed. You’re right, you’re right.”
Sheryl’s tone softened only slightly as she continued, “Oh, by the way, did you see any suspicious individuals on your way here?”
The three medical personnel exchanged glances.
“Suspicious individuals? No. The security here is so tight, who could possibly sneak in?”
Sheryl scoffed. “We’re in Solana City now, not Mosgravia. It’s better to be cautious.”
Meanwhile, Remy had received instructions to help out at the hospital. He was walking forward expressionlessly when he saw two healthcare workers pushing a hospital bed toward him.
He wasn’t paying much attention initially. But then, the young woman in the hospital bed called out to him in a weak voice, “Sir… s-save… me…”
He lowered his eyes coldly. The young woman was a sight of utter misery, her body wracked with spasms. Her pallid skin, etched with a network of dark, bruised needle marks, was a horrifying sight.
His eyes widened slightly as he froze, the woman’s tear-filled gaze piercing through his cold exterior. She looked at him with a desperation that shook him to his core despite him witnessing countless deaths and suffering.
Moments later, the healthcare workers wheeled her away, her expression a mask of utter hopelessness.
Unable to remain silent, Remy grabbed one of the workers by the arm. His voice was low and tense. “Isn’t she still alive?
“Barely. Ms. Gillis ordered us to dispose of her.”
Remy’s brow furrowed tightly. “Is her condition deteriorating?”
“The clinical trial failed,” the worker replied with chilling indifference. ‘Besides, she was diagnosed with a terminal illness. Even if the trial hadn’t failed, she’d still be dying soon. This way, she gets to the afterlife faster.”
The afterlife faster?
Remy clenched his fists so tightly that the veins on the back of his hands bulged. He felt as though an iron grip was squeezing his heart.
He didn’t consider himself a good person. Yet the sheer cruelty in the worker’s words was enough to crush whatever moral boundaries he had left.
Sheryl approached him then, her icy voice pulling him back to reality. “I have to leave shortly to meet Sir. You’re to stay here and keep watch over that man tonight. That’s the task Sir assigned you.”
Remy stared at Sheryl with a dull gaze. He hesitated.
Just then, a male healthcare worker ran toward them, clutching his neck. His voice was frantic. ‘Ms. Gillis! I was attacked!”
Sheryl was stunned. What happened?
“I was ambushed this afternoon when I stepped outside for a smoke. Someone hit me from behind. When I woke up, I was lying in the shrubs. I nearly froze to death! His lips were visibly purple from the cold.
A flicker of intrigue crossed Remmy’s eyes, though his expression remained neutral.
The news turned Sheryl as pale as a ghost. “What did your attacker look like?”
“I-I didn’t get a good look…”
“You useless piece of shit!”
“B-But… I think it was a woman.”
Remy’s eyes lit up faintly, surprise flickering across his features. A woman? Who would have the audacity to infiltrate this highly secure facility?
He recalled Justin’s standing orders-any intruder not aligned with their cause was to be eliminated on sight.
“Also.. my entry pass is missing. That woman must have stolen it from me!” said the healthcare worker.
Sheryl’s heart dropped. She recalled how someone had called her by her real name earlier. It seemed none of that was her imagination. Cold sweat broke out on her back instantly.
She immediately ordered Remy, “I need to meet Sir right now. Check the surveillance footage and find out who had the audacity to provoke us. Then report back to Sir and me as soon as possible!”
