Chapter 1013: Chapter 1013

Chapter 1013:

Jeff’s father was left speechless. It was the first time he had ever found himself in such a situation, and he had no idea how to handle it.

All he could do was fall back on his usual, blunt demeanor.

“You are educated and wealthy, and I can’t win you over in an argument.

But since you are determined to push us to this point, I’ll give you what you want…”

After saying that, Jeff’s father made a reckless attempt to end his life by throwing himself at a jagged rock.

He was in the final stages of cancer, with no more than three months left to live. Trading his life for a hefty amount of compensation for his descendants seemed like a fair exchange in his mind.

Harlee’s eyes flashed with cold fury. Instantly, she rushed forward and kicked Jeff’s father off his path.

“You’re in the late stages of cancer and still not trying to do good deeds? Do you want to die and end up in the darkest pits of hell?”

Jeff’s father crashed to the ground, his body scraped but otherwise unharmed.

He shot Harlee a venomous glare as if he wanted to tear her apart, but when their eyes met, he flinched. She looked downright frightening!

Dina took a deep breath, composing herself.

Concerned that Jeff’s father might sell her out, she quickly said to him, “Jeff is already dead.

As his remaining family, you need to live well and not repeat his mistakes, ultimately losing your own life.”

Jeff’s father was stunned when he heard these words.

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He had once considered dragging Dina down with him if things went south, but now, her words—unmistakably a threat—made him reconsider. If he dared to betray her, he would be doomed.

Just then, Harlee’s phone buzzed, breaking the tension. She glanced at the screen and saw a message from Rhys. It contained a single name: Livia Reed. Livia was Jeff’s wife.

Rhys hadn’t spelled it out directly, but Harlee knew the key to getting Jeff’s family to agree to the autopsy was with Livia.

After quickly typing “Thank you” and sending the message, Harlee slipped her phone into her pocket, her gaze shifting to the two women in the crowd. They were sobbing so violently that it seemed like they might faint at any moment. One was Livia. The other was Gilda Reed, Jeff’s daughter.

Harlee cast them a brief, dismissive glance, and the scene unfolded as if scripted.

Livia stood up, her expression resolute.

“I agree to the autopsy. Jeff was a good man, and I won’t stand by while anyone sullies his name!”

Jeff’s father froze, his panic bubbling to the surface.

“What nonsense are you spouting? Jeff is dead.

Can’t you let him rest in peace?”

Livia fixed him with a piercing look.

“Do you really want Jeff’s name to be dragged through the mud? Or would you rather people think we are scheming to extort the Sanderson Group?”

Jeff’s father’s eyes widened, a flicker of unease crossing his face.

He knew what kind of man Jeff had been. When drunk, Jeff’s fists found their way to his wife and daughter. When he was frustrated, they bore the brunt of his rage. When he was desperate for drugs, they became his punching bags.

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