Chapter 192

When the sound of footsteps vanished from the living room, Charles signed the document and closed the file. He glanced in the direction where Sophia left. There was a flash of darkness from the depth of his eyes.

Beep—

Beep—

The phone that was placed on the table started buzzing, irritating anyone who heard it.

Charles glanced at the caller ID, frowning almost imperceptibly. He did not answer the call. After a while, the same number called again. His eyes darkened and he answered the call.

"Your grandfather has stage four lung cancer. Everyone is in the hospital now except for you. I don’t care what you’re doing right now, get here immediately!" Mr. Harris’ sounded like a large bell on the other end of the call.

After telling Charles the location of the ward, he hung up straight away.

Charles tossed his phone on the table, then slumped on the couch and rubbed his eyebrows, looking slightly weary. He had not seen his grandfather lately and could roughly guess that something was up, though never in a million years would he have thought that his grandfather would have stage four lung cancer.

He straightened up, took a sip of tea, then gave Zachary a call before getting up and going out.

B City First Hospital.

The VIP ward was spacious enough, though if dozens of visitors were to visit the patient at the same time, the ward would appear cramped with a lot of people jostling each other and stepping on each other’s foot if one did not pay attention.

Master Harris' three sons and two daughters as well as their respective partners and children were all here. Those of Yvette's generation stood at the innermost layer of the circle, while the younger generation stood outside.

However, the third son of Harris, Ted Harris, and his children was the only exception. Ted and his wife, Theodora Harris, both stood in front of Master Harris's bed, their children standing next to them.

An old lady with white hair and a good temperament sat in front of the bed as she wiped Master Harris's face with a towel. Sophia would surely recognize her if she was here. This was the same old lady whom she had met in the hospital corridor.

"Why didn’t you tell us that you’re sick, Dad? If Theodora hadn’t spilled the beans, we wouldn't even have known!"

"Yeah, Dad. You shouldn’t keep your illness from us no matter what! We would feel awful if something happened to you!"

"Dad, from what I can see, the doctors here aren’t that good, really. You haven't gotten any better since you started your treatment here. I happen to know a lung cancer expert from abroad. I have already contacted him. He will be here in no t... "

There was chaos in the ward. Master Harris propped his hand up on the bed and sat up, yelling with a grim countenance, "Shut up, all of you!"

The ward fell silent immediately, only the sound of their breathing could be heard.

"Why should I tell you? So you can come here all day and buzz in my ears like flies?!" Master Harris slammed on the bed board several times.

No one dared to make a sound.

Master Harris glanced at them, then pointed at them and shouted, "You think I have no idea what each and every one of you is up to? You’re just trying to put on a good show in front of me before I die so I will leave you a bit more inheritance, right?!”

"A bunch of useless junk! If you could just put some thought into running your company just as hard as you put your thought into fighting for my inheritance, then I wouldn’t even need to worry about fools like you anymore!”

"You can forget about the inheritance. I have written my will a long time ago. There’s no use even if you try and please me!

Everyone was still listening quietly at first, though as soon as they heard that the will had been written, there was suddenly an uproar—

"You have written the will a long time ago? Is it still the same will as the last one?"

"Dad, Ted’s family itself will hold twenty-five percent of the shares. Don’t you think you’re playing favorites?" The Harris family held a total of eight-five percent shares in Harris Corporation.

"Ted’s family is generally the one that holds the most shares as well as huge amounts of dividends. If you write your will like that, then you’re simply playing favorites!”

"Ted and his family didn’t do anything at all. Wouldn’t it be inappropriate for them to receive so many shares? We’re the ones who run the company most of the time."

The old lady stood up and said, "If you have something to say then speak slowly. The doctor said that Master Harris needs to rest quietly to recuperate. You guys are just..."

Before she could finish her sentence, the Harris family’s eldest daughter cut her off. “Aunt Jacinda, we respect you as the Harris family’s elder, but that doesn’t make you the Harris family’s elder. Our family is discussing our father’s inheritance, so it’s best that you, an outsider, stay out of this."

The old lady clammed up in embarrassment, sighed, and sat on the hospital bed.

"Shut up, all of you!" Master Harris slammed his hand on the bed and yelled whilst breathing heavily. “Get lost, all of you! Get lost at once!"

Someone was still trying to say something when Master Harris interrupted directly. "If I hear another word, then I will rewrite my will and make sure that that person doesn’t get a single penny from me! Get out, all of you!

No one dared to speak another word. More than a dozen of them swarmed out, each devising schemes of their own.

Ted’s family stood rooted to the same spot. Master Harris said to them, "You too, out!"

However, his tone had softened tremendously.

The person that Master Harris least wanted to see was his second son, Mr. Alan Harris, and his daughter-in-law, Yvette. The two remained quiet the whole time and followed the crowd outside.

"Wait up, Alan and Yvette!" Master Harris said with an awful expression on his face.

Mr. Harris and Yvette hummed in response and turned back. The rest of the Harris family members glanced at them a few times, each with different thoughts in their minds.

Master Harris asked, "Where's Charles? Why isn’t he here yet?"

"I informed him. He’s rushing over." Mr. Harris looked at Master Harris' countenance and added, "There were things that Charles needed to deal with at the company, that’s why it’s taking him so long."

Only when he heard the last sentence, did Master Harris’s expression smooth slightly. He snorted. "I heard that Charles is hanging out with that girl Sophia again?"

Mr. Harris gave Yvette a quick sullen glance but did not say anything.

"There are many people out there who turned against their own family members and many couples who fall out with each other for the sake of money." Yvette said tactfully, "Soph loves Charles with all her heart. If the two of them got together then Charles would have an intimate partner by his side."

Master Harris snorted heavily. "You think I don’t know what you’re up to?"

Yvette lowered her head and said no more. However, her delicately made-up face looked slightly pale.

Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!

Chapter 191 Because You Like It "Alan and Old Man Lewis’ daughter’s affair made you resentful, that’s why you don’t want Charles to marry Leah, right?" Master Harris smacked the table.

Yvette's heart thumped heavily with it.

Master Harris sneered. "That kid James is a short-sighted man who chases after short-term profits. White Industries may look like it’s flourishing, but it won’t last long. They’re nothing compared to Jones Group!"

"Furthermore, Sophia is a murderer. You’re asking the president of Harris Corporation to marry a murderer. You think Harris Corporation's stock price is too high, do you?!"

Yvette said cautiously, "There must be some kind of a misunderstanding in the car accident two years ago."

"Can you prove that Leah framed Sophia?" Master Harris puffed and glared at her. "If you can't prove her innocence, then from the outsiders’ point of view, Charles is simply marrying a murderer!”