Chapter 614: 614: Choosing to Have a Son
He Clings to Me Every Night
Bella Thompson smiled knowingly, âMr. James Marshall, Iâll find a time to mention it to Michael Marshall, but I canât promise anything. Although he is the head of the Marshall Family, in reality, Daniel Marshall is in control of everything.â
Edward Marshallâs face darkened, he said resentfully, âDaniel Marshall is a black sheep of our Marshall Family, he has cast aside all his kin. My elder brother must have been blind.â
âMr. James Marshall, calm down, donât agitate yourself over Daniel Marshall, justice will prevail!â
âAlright, letâs not discuss this anymore. I need to conserve my energy.â
After hanging up the phone, Bella Thompson fell into deep thought.
After a while, as if she had suddenly thought of something, Bella hastily went to the old manâs room and fetched his most treasured album.
Bella carefully flipped through the album multiple times, coming up with a plan in her mind.
No matter what, Bella was determined to figure out if the old man had genuinely lost his memory.
â¦
James Marshall hadnât eaten anything, nor had he drunk even a sip of water. He was just leaning against the chair with his eyes shut.
Jimmy Gordon was eating as usual and had a few cups of coffee, quietly observing James Marshall without pushing him to make a decision.
In the afternoon, James Marshallâs phone suddenly rang.
It was a picture sent by Daniel Marshall to James Marshall.
Upon seeing the picture, which showed two unfamiliar men draping their arms over his sonâs shoulder, and his sonâs confused expression, James Marshallâs anger flared up. He immediately dialed Daniel Marshallâs number.
His voice, cold and hard, shot through his gritted teeth, âDespicable! Bastard!â
Daniel Marshall sneered contemptuously, speaking dismissively, âUncle, itâs just a picture. And how worked up you are! Furthermore, isnât Grace Martinez pregnant with your child? You have more than one son, why so nervous?â
Unable to restrain his explosive anger, James Marshall roared, âI have never considered having a child with any other woman. I only have one son. Just try to harm him and I swear I wonât let it go!â
Daniel Marshallâs icy tone sent chills down oneâs spine, âThe picture was sent to me by someone else. I donât know the two men either, they might be your sonâs friends.
Uncle, I only have one life, and I want to be the master of my own fate. I detest being manipulated by others, as much as I detest others dictating my life.
You consider it for yourself. I might change my mind tomorrow and let your son know the truth. I think he would be interested. If he knew that his mother had suffered a lot, heâ¦â
Daniel Marshall hadnât finished speaking when he was interrupted by James Marshallâs howl, âI regret not killing you!â
Daniel Marshallâs voice was flat, his pace of speech slow, containing a hint of mockery, âUnfortunately, there is no medicine for regret in this world, Iâm afraid I have to disappoint you.â
â¦
âUncle, if you remain silent, Iâll hang up. Suddenly, I remembered that I havenât contacted my cousin for a while. Perhaps I should call him now.â
James Marshall gnashed his teeth, his fist clenched till his knuckles turned white, shaking uncontrollably.
After a few seconds of hesitation, James Marshall replied, enraged yet helpless, âI agree to sell you my shares in Marshall Corporation.â
âUncle, your reputation has already been tarnished, donât drag Marshall Corporation down any further. Your scandalous personal life and corrupt practices have already been exposed. Itâs better to retire with some dignity. Iâm giving you this opportunity.â
âBastard!â
Daniel Marshallâs laugh was somewhat chilling and cold, âUncle, stop making a fool of yourself. Keep some elegance for yourself. Anyway, no matter how angry you get, I canât feel your emotions, nor your mood.â
James Marshallâs face turned ashen, âFine, Iâll retire.â