The old man's eyes brimmed with shock. He'd never imagined his own son would turn on him just for the sake of an inheritance.
Everything he'd worked for his whole life, all those years building a legacy, was meant to give her and Easton Lynch some measure of security. He never thought Marcus would be so desperate, so reckless.
Click the door to the hospital room swung open. Police officers rushed in, tackling Marcus Lynch to the ground.
Marcus stared up at them in disbelief. "How... how is this possible?"
He'd only just entered the room; how could the police have arrived so quickly?
"We received a report. You're under suspicion for attempted murder. You need to come with us."
From the hallway, Tyrone Lynch and Alicia Shelton stepped into the room.
The old man was still struggling, trying to speak, but every word cost him tremendous effort.
Tyrone knew exactly what he wanted to say. Even now, after his own son had tried to kill him, the old man was only worried about whether Marcus would end up in prison.
Tyrone walked calmly to his grandfather's side and gently fixed the oxygen mask over his face.
"Tyrone! You set me up! You did this to me!" Marcus's voice was shaking now. He must have figured it out-this was Tyrone's trap from the very beginning.
"I'm Easton's father. I'm the father of Lynch Corporation's future CEO! He'll get me a lawyer. He'll find a lawyer for me!" Marcus kept struggling as the officers dragged him away.
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"Grandpa, the evidence is all there. I didn't want this for him-he did this to himself." Tyrone sat at the edge of the bed, watching the old man's hands tremble, veins bulging beneath papery skin. He offered a faint, humorless smile. "You might not believe it, but I was ready to let him go. But then you... you gave me every reason to want him gone for good." Content belongs to
He looked at his grandfather, voice cold but steady. "Don't worry, Grandpa. He'll only serve a few years in prison. But my first child... is never coming back."
The old man stared at Tyrone, eyes wide with dread. He knew exactly what kind of man Tyrone was someone who never forgave, never forgot.
He should be grateful he'd handed Lynch Corporation to Easton. If Tyrone had ever gotten control, after the old man was gone, there'd be no hope for any of them.
"Grandpa, I don't blame you for being wary of me. After all, I am the kind of madman you always feared." Tyrone's lips twisted into a grim smile. "But you never really understood me. More than anything, I hate trouble. I never go looking for a fight- but I never back down from one, either."
It was the old man himself who had dragged every bitter conflict between Tyrone, Marcus, and Easton out into the open. Who forced him to relive every painful memory.
"Tell me, Grandpa... The day my mother died, what do you think was going through her mind?"
At the mention of his mother, the old man's body convulsed with fresh anguish.
"You played your part in driving people mad. Tyrone braced himself against the bed, his gaze burning with hatred. "You raised me. That's your debt to me, not the other way around. If Lynch Corporation is what it is today, it owes me, too. All I ever wanted was a real family? But you-over and over-you tried to hurt my wife and our unborn child, all for
Easton, all for a murderer like
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The old man's gaze dimmed, realization and defeat settling over his features. He
knew Tyrone was settling old scores now, with interest.
With a tired resignation, the old man closed his eyes and sighed.
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"You made one mistake. You wasted all your energy scheming to pit Marcus and Easton against me... when you should have sent them as far away from me as possible, made sure they never showed their faces again. Because once you're gone, no matter how high they climb, I'll make sure they lose everything."
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Chapter 337
HICH HADANT
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Switched Mamage
The Cat Me
The Heiress Acts Mischievously, But Her Family Can Read Her Mind
Chapter 347: Administering Drugs
Switched Marriage The Coddled Little Wife
Chapter 538: Unimaginable