Stanford slowed down but did not stop.
George ran and stopped him. "Are you trying to run away by not answering?"
"Stop irritating me!" Stanford looked extremely cold and there was strong hatred in his eyes, "If not
because of your mother interfering in my parents' marriage and destroying my family, will I be what I am
today?"
George was speechless at once.
That was true. When his mother had an affair with Enoch, Enoch had not divorced. His mother was the
other woman.
"But it's been so long..."
"What’s wrong is wrong, no matter how long had passed." Stanford narrowed his eyes, there was a
cold light in his eyes.
"Even if they were wrong, they’ve raised you until you grow up, didn't they?" George tried to convince
him, "You won't be happy if you keep on bearing grudges. You’ve used your wife for revenge. Your wife
killed herself because of your divorce. Are you happy now?"
Stanford's look was instantly cold to the extreme. The most fragile spot in his heart which he was
reluctant to mention and regretted the most was triggered by George.
"I just don't want you to do things you regret anymore..."
"Get lost!" Stanford pushed him away and strode into the building.
George still wanted to follow him, but Atwood held him back. "It’s enough!"
George tossed Atwood’s hand away. "What else does he have with him for the sake of hatred? I doubt
he won't regret it one day!"
Then he strode out. The reporters he recruited were still blocking the entrance. Everything that
happened was photographed and recorded by them. After the news came out, no one knew what the
media would write to attract attention.
He didn't expect that Stanford didn't even care about his reputation!
"Can we interview your parents?" a reporter asked.
With a frigid look, George ignored him and squeezed himself out of the crowd. At this time, a white car
stopped by the road, there was a red and green warning flashlight on the roof, and the body was
printed with the logo of the mental health centre of City B.
"..."
Stanford actually called a psychiatrist?
‘Is he crazy?’
Atwood obeyed Stanford very much. He would do whatever he ordered him.
Two men in white coats came out of the car and asked, "Who is mentally ill?"
The reporter behind was also stunned.
Atwood came over and pointed at George. "Him. He came to the J&Y Group and talked nonsense,
damaging our president’s reputation."
He tried to restore Stanford's reputation.
George glared at Atwood. "You’re the one being mentally ill!"
"Calm yourself down and treat your illness, to not do reckless things next time. Cooperate with the
doctors for treatment. As for the medical expenses, you don't have to worry, Mr. James will pay the
money. Since you’re his brother, he would at least support you to stay in a mental hospital."
George almost vomited blood due to rage. "Shut the fuck up!"
"Look at your ferocious look, isn't it a manifestation of mental illness?" Atwood calmly retorted.
"..."
"Stanford was befuddled by hatred, are you befuddled too?"
"Who says I'm befuddled? I'm very clear-headed. Why do you think I'm not?"
Atwood's expression was very composed.
George gritted his teeth. "If you’re really loyal, for the sake of Stanford, you should persuade him to put
down his previous hatred and live like a normal person..."
"How do you know that he is unhappy when he retaliates against those who have hurt him?" Atwood
interrupted him.
George was speechless.
Atwood looked at the two doctors in white coats. "Please take him away. He has brought us a lot of
trouble here. I hope you can cure him."
"You're crazy!" George shot Atwood a glare and ran away.
"Catch him, quickly." The two doctors in white coats immediately followed.
George looked as he ran and cursed, "Damn it!"
These people actually came after him.
He was not really mentally ill!
When Atwood turned back to return to the company, he glanced at the reporters who were still there
and said, "The man with mental problems just said a lot of things that disgrace Mr. James. If you
believe what he said, I won't explain it, but if the news you write doesn't accord with the facts, prepare
to receive the lawyer's letter."
Then he strode in.
The reporters all fell into silence.
Could it be if they write down what they had heard and saw, that would mean they had believed the
madman's words?
But that guy didn’t look crazy.
Atwood was blatantly threatening them!
Atwood walked into the building and scolded the security guards.
"When you encounter such a thing next time, you should chase the person away at the first time and
call me. Don't let them make trouble here as they wish. Is this a market?"
"We’ve tried chasing him away several times, but all to no avail. He claimed that he’s Mr. James's
brother and we didn't dare to be too harsh to him..."
"No matter who he is, no one’s allowed to make trouble here. Just remember that the J&Y Group is the
one who pays you the salary and asks you to defend the building, and Mr. James is in charge of J&Y
Group."
"Yes, we’ll keep this in mind."
The security guards standing in two lines spoke with unity.
Atwood waved his hand. "Go back to your work. Such things are not allowed to happen again in the
future."
"Yes, sir."
They spread out.
Atwood took the elevator to the office area.
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