Joseph was still shouting, "You see, Charles feared that my father will take away his position as CEO,
so he deliberately ordered Hiram to orchestrate a car accident that will crush my father to death.
Woooh!"
Joseph dreaded the possibility of Derick's untimely demise because that meant no one would be left to
take charge of the company.
If he took over the business, he would be swamped with work and would always be exhausted.
If he was always busy with work, how would he have time for flings?
Thinking about it made him dizzy. Of course, his concern for his father could not be denied. In fact,
what Derrick told him that morning still lingered in his mind.
Charles was furious. "Joseph, if you keep talking nonsense, you will curse your father to death. It won't
be the car accident that will take his life."
Joseph squatted down, covered his face with his hands and cried, "I am not cursing my father to death.
You killed him! Charles, you are a murderer!"
"Mr. Fu, is this really the case?"
"Mr. Fu, why did Hiram meet with Derrick this morning? As far as I know, they take different routes to
work."
"Yes, we heard that Derrick knew about the affair of Edward and Nancy. Did you plan to silence him to
keep their secret?"
The journalists' questions made Charles' expression grim.
Nancy, on the other hand, froze in shock.
There were too many rumors going around. If those stories persisted, they would be perceived later on
as the truth.
Public opinion tended to be ruthless.
Nancy was left with no choice but to call the police.
Nudged by the reporters, Joseph stood and took a lunge at Charles.
Instinctively, Hiram blocked Joseph's attack. He couldn't let him do anything reckless.
Knowing that Hiram was injured, Charles shoved him aside. As he did, the stick in Joseph's hand hit
Charles on the neck.
Joseph was burning with fury. It was evident in the intensity of his movements. Charles took two steps
back, trembling.
"Mr. Fu, are you alright?" Hiram hurried toward him.
"I feel a little dizzy." Charles' face turned pale.
"Joseph, your father is still alive. If you keep making trouble, he might never wake up!" Seeing that
Charles was hurt, Nancy felt distressed. Anger came upon her so she grabbed Joseph's arm and
pushed him sharply.
Joseph was still in rage. He waved the stick at Nancy.
"Nancy!" Charles shouted and rushed towards Nancy in an attempt to protect her.
But Joseph was like acting like a crazy beast; he waved his stick randomly.
Hiram's men rushed over to allay the situation, but they were careful not to overstep, knowing who
Joseph was.
Fortunately, the police showed up at the height of the commotion.
By this time, Charles' face had gone pale and Nancy's forehead bled from getting hit by Joseph's stick.
Blood gushed from her face down to her body. She was a mess.
"What happened to you? Who hit you?" Naturally, the policemen first turned their attention to the
injured.
Pointing at Joseph, Nancy said, "He did."
Joseph had been subdued by Hiram's subordinates. He appealed to the police, "I'm taking revenge.
That ruthless man, Charles, killed my father! Can't I get even with them? As for Nancy... Humph, who
let her meddle in other people's business? My father is right. You are a lewd woman. Didn't you register
for marriage with Edward? Then why are you still with Charles? Are you waiting for him to be put into
prison so you could acquire his wealth?"
The more Joseph said, the more angered Nancy became.
"Take him away." Charles turned to the police.
"Yes, Mr. Fu." The policeman stepped forward and took Joseph by the arm. "Let's go."
"I didn't do anything wrong. Why are you taking me away? You should arrest Charles, Nancy, and
Hiram instead! They conspired to get my father killed in an orchestrated car accident! Are you blind?
Can't you hear what I'm saying?" Joseph yelled and struggled to break free.
But the police ignored his nonsense. "You have to believe in the law. It will punish the guilty, and it will
not wrongly accuse an innocent person. We have the right to take you away because you are causing
a disturbance in the hospital."
"Don't take me away. Grandpa, grandpa!" Joseph shouted. He knew that only his grandpa could save
him now.
Frederic was confined in the hospital. If only he could hear Joseph's call for help, he would not let the
police take him away.
Frowning, Charles ordered, "Take him away."
He couldn't allow Joseph to cause more trouble.
"Yes, Mr. Fu." More policemen arrived and came over to drag Joseph away.
Frederic vaguely heard Joseph's voice. He turned his head to look at Hardy and asked, "I think I heard
Joseph's voice just now."
"Well... It seems like..." Hardy hesitated and didn't know how to respond.
"I don't think so, father. Joseph is probably fooling around somewhere. It's unlikely that he is at the
hospital," Angelina answered mindlessly.
"His father's life is in critical condition in this hospital. It would be preposterous for him to be out fooling
around with women! Joseph, humph, he wouldn't dare!" Frederic snorted.
Hardy and Angelina shared a knowing look. Neither of them was an idiot. There was a rumor going
around that Charles had something to do with Derrick's car accident. Regardless of whether it was true
or not, it put Charles in a bad light.
Therefore, they shouldn't add fuel to the fire and make things worse.
So Angelina just said, "Father, you are unwell. Don't think too much. You should focus on getting better
first."
"How can I recover when you are all making such a mess? Hardy, go and check on Derrick. After all,
he is your brother. Hurry up!" commanded Frederic, coughing again.
"Yes, father." Hardy was also anxious. He had never considered an untimely demise for Derrick. Money
had never been a big deal for him and nor was the TS Group.
He was like Joseph in many ways. They had the same temperament.
Hardy left in a hurry.
"Angelina, I have something to tell you." Frederic squinted his eyes and spoke in a low voice, but his
anger and disappointment were still apparently intense.
Even in sickness, he remained as dignified as he always had been.
Angelina's heart sank. It felt like Frederic was settling his affairs in preparation for his death.
So she responded carefully, "Father, say what you must. I'm listening."
Angelina had always aspired to be a good daughter-in-law to Frederic. No matter how reluctant she
was, she didn't show it.
"I can see how well you treat Joseph since he came back. He has always been frivolous. Whether you
pamper or love him, you are the closest thing he will ever have to a mother. As a matter of fact, a
nephew is just like a son. Just let me tell you, when I pass away, please don't let Charles and Joseph
always get into a fight." When he finished his words, a tear fell from the corner of Frederic's
eye.
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