2024-09-10 08:20:13Shock rippled through the room as they heard the voice. A guest of the Washington family? Eyes turned to Tedmond, widening in disbelief.
To be a guest of the Washington family meant that Tedmond was a big shot or potentially related to them. Even some of the Washingtons' relatives had tried to get in but were always denied entrance.
How could someone like Tedmond be allowed?
“Are you sure it’s the right person?” Gregory questioned. Despite shivering, he couldn’t help but ask.
“How dare you ask me that?” the person on the other end bellowed. “If I lose my job, you're going to regret it! You’d better let that fellow into the ward, or else!”
Gregory was taken aback by the mention of his boss losing his job. As the call ended, he hurriedly bowed to Tedmond, terrified that he might lose the position he had worked so hard for.
“I’m sorry for not recognizing you, sir,” he apologized. “I’ll walk you to the room,” he added, raising his head to look at Tedmond. “Let’s get—”
“No need,” Tedmond cut him off, disgusted by how quickly Gregory had changed his attitude once he realized Tedmond was a guest. “I can find it myself, just like I intended to do before.”
The phone call had confirmed that everything was real, but Tedmond still needed an explanation for all this.
“Sir!” Gregory called out, but Tedmond ignored him and walked off to find the ward.
The women were equally stunned, unable to speak. They just watched Tedmond leave, clinging to the thin hope that they wouldn’t get fired.
Minutes later, Tedmond’s eyes lingered on the sign above the ward that read Room 509. The door was slightly open, and he could see the window but not the hospital bed. He hesitated, wondering if it was right to enter without knocking.
“You’re here,” a familiar voice said.
Tedmond’s head snapped down to see the little girl he had saved earlier peering up at him. She had changed into different clothes and was holding a teddy bear in her hand.
“My grandpa wants to see you before he…” she trailed off softly. “You have to come in quickly.”
Tedmond nodded and followed her into the ward. The first thing that greeted him was the stare of a middle-aged man in glasses and a frail old man lying on the hospital bed.
“Hello,” Tedmond said, swallowing hard. He had no idea what else to say. “I got a call from you and noticed my account had been credited, and you mentioned I’m the heir of the Washington family. What’s going on?”
The man in glasses bowed slightly. “I’m Thomas, the Washington family’s butler. You’ll get your answers soon.” Gesturing to the old man on the bed, he sighed. “This is Mr. Jeffrey Washington, the head of the family.”
Tedmond stepped closer until he could see the old man clearly, the little girl clutching her grandfather’s hand.
“Hello, Mr. Washington,” Tedmond said politely, controlling his curiosity.
Jeffrey didn’t look well, as if he was about to take his final breath, just as his granddaughter had hinted earlier. Tedmond realized the girl was indeed the Washington family’s granddaughter.
Jeffrey managed a smile. “Ted…” he called weakly. “I’ve finally found my heir. Welcome back, grandson.”
“What’s going on?” Tedmond asked, shooting Thomas a questioning look. “Why is he calling me his grandson?”
His question went unanswered as the life support machine began beeping, and the room filled with tension. The beeping quickened, and Tedmond froze. Thomas immediately sprang into action, pressing a button by the bedside.
“We need a doctor! Now!” Thomas shouted, his voice steady but urgent.
A nurse rushed in moments later, her expression shifting to concern as she assessed the situation. “His condition’s worsening,” she muttered, checking the machines. “We need to stabilize him.”
“Where’s the doctor?” Tedmond asked, glancing between Thomas and the nurse. He felt the weight of the situation crashing down on him—he had no idea what was happening, but it seemed he was now part of something much larger than he had ever expected.
“Dr. Howard is on his way,” the nurse replied quickly, turning back to the patient and adjusting the machines.
Jeffrey’s breathing grew more labored, and the little girl clutched her teddy bear tighter, standing silently by her grandfather's side, her eyes filled with worry.
Moments later, a tall man in a white coat stormed into the room. “Step aside!” he ordered, moving swiftly to the bedside. His hands flew over the equipment, exchanging rapid words with the nurse.
Tedmond stood helpless, watching as the doctor and nurse worked to stabilize Jeffrey. Every second felt like an eternity, and the feeling building in his chest intensified.
Jeffrey’s breathing became increasingly shallow, and the beeping from the machine slowed. Dr. Howard glanced at the nurse, and they exchanged a look that told Tedmond all he needed to know.
Despite their best efforts, it was too late.
The doctor shook his head, his face grim as he checked the old man’s pulse one last time. The room fell silent, except for the soft whimpering of the little girl clutching her grandfather’s hand.
“I’m sorry,” Dr. Howard finally said, his voice low. “He’s gone.”
Tedmond stood there, disbelief washing over him. The man who had just called him his grandson—who had somehow linked him to this mysterious fortune—was now dead.
The little girl let out a soft sob, and Thomas closed his eyes, his expression unreadable as he whispered, “Rest in peace, Mr. Washington.”
Tedmond, unsure of what to feel, watched as the nurse gently covered the old man’s body with a sheet. It was surreal—a few minutes ago, Jeffrey Washington had been calling him “grandson,” and now he was gone. The answers Tedmond had hoped for had died with him.
“What now?” Tedmond whispered, his voice barely audible.
Thomas, though visibly shaken, straightened and turned toward Tedmond. “Mr. Washington made his decision before he passed. You are now the heir to the Washington family’s legacy, Tedmond. It’s up to you to carry it forward.”
Tedmond stared at him in shock, the weight of those words crashing down on him. How could this be happening? Just hours ago, he had nothing—and now he was the heir to a family he didn’t even know.
“What… what does that even mean?” Tedmond stammered, the enormity of the situation closing in on him.
“It means,” Thomas replied solemnly, “that everything Mr. Washington owned now belongs to you. The fortune, the businesses, the responsibilities—it’s all yours.”
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“Order!” The Judge hammered his gavel until the room fell into a deathly silence.He leaned over the bench, eyes fixed on the three brothers.“I have sat on this bench for thirty years. I have seen killers, thieves, and monsters. But rarely do I see men who look at the lives they’ve destroyed… lives of their own blood and lives of the poor and demand ‘fairness.’”Flipping through the final pages of the indictment, he continued,“The evidence provided by the whistleblower, who, for the record, has delivered more forensic proof than I’ve seen in a decade, is overwhelming. The accidental deaths resulted from grade-four steel being used where grade-one was required. You traded lives for profit margins. And the treatment of the minor in your care…”The Judge’s eyes softened briefly as they flicked to Tedmond, then hardened again.“It is a miracle he survived you at all.”“We didn’t know!” Harold pleaded, voice now a pathetic whine. “The contractors lied to us!”“The signatures on the cost-
CHAPTER 624
Tedmond didn’t reply.He walked toward his car, Thomas already holding the door open.As the sedan pulled away, leaving the prison and the name Griffin in the rearview mirror, Tedmond caught his reflection in the tinted glass. The revenge was complete. For the first time in years, the air he breathed felt entirely his own.*****Despite the winter chill outside, the central courtroom sweltered. The air conditioning had failed under the strain of the packed gallery, and the heat from camera lights turned the room into an oven. The thick scent of old wood, sweat, and the electric tension of a falling dynasty clung to the air.The heavy doors at the back swung open. Silence fell. Tedmond entered.To his right, Thomas remained watchful and composed. To his left, Persis moved with effortless grace, her presence commanding enough to make frantic reporters lower their microphones.They took seats in the front row, directly behind the prosecution. Tedmond folded his hands, face a mask
CHAPTER 623
Seeing the look on Tedmond’s face, confusion flared across Harold’s.“What do you mean?”Tedmond chuckled.“She is indeed my partner, Harold. But the money? The empire? That isn’t hers. It’s mine.”Harold scoffed, a flicker of old arrogance returning.“Yours? Don’t be ridiculous. Since when do you have anything? Even if you’d started a small business five years ago, it wouldn’t have grown into an entity capable of swallowing the Griffin Group. You were a nobody.”“It was my mother’s business,” Tedmond said quietly.Harold froze. The name of the woman he had discarded decades ago seemed to hang in the stale air like a ghost. Then, he began to laugh, a sharp, mocking sound.“Your mother? That beggar? That thief? Tedmond, she didn’t have a cent to her name when I kicked her out!”“She wasn’t a beggar, Harold. And she certainly wasn’t a thief,” Tedmond’s gaze turned lethal, voice dropping to a dangerous whisper.“She was the daughter of an incredibly wealthy, powerful family who chose t
CHAPTER 622
Thomas paused, studying the decrypted message on his screen.“Actually… no. After the courier left, she sat in the dirt and cried for a long time. But when she stood, she looked… peaceful. She smiled, sir. Took her harvest and went back inside to cook.”Tedmond’s posture shifted. Brow furrowing in a rare moment of genuine surprise, he turned. Rage had been expected. A woman shattered by the loss of her vanity seemed inevitable. Peace, however, had not.A quiet, contemplative look crossed his face. Perhaps the surgery had been more successful than intended.“Keep a quiet eye on her,” he said softly. “Don’t interfere. Let her live.”Silence settled over the penthouse, Evelyn’s quiet resignation lingering in the air. It was a variable he hadn’t fully accounted for, a woman who worshipped gold, finding solace in soil.Glancing down at his own clean, manicured hands, Tedmond felt a fleeting sense of closure.“Thomas,” his voice sharpened once more. “Clear my schedule for the afternoo
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Tedmond’s expression didn’t soften; if anything, his features settled into a mask of absolute indifference.He picked up his tablet and swiped through a list of blocked numbers, a digital graveyard of the people who had once dictated his every breath.“They already tried to call Tina,” Tedmond said, his voice a low, melodic baritone. “She is currently being transported to a place where her voice will never be heard again.”His expression didn’t change.“They’ll try their high-priced lawyers next, and they’ll find the lines disconnected and the retainers emptied. If they try to call me…”He looked at the black screen of the device.“…let them listen to the dial tone. It’s the most honest conversation I’ve had with them in years. A Griffin only begs when they’ve run out of people to bully. I have no interest in hearing the sound of a predator losing its teeth.”Thomas bowed slightly, acknowledging the finality in his master’s tone.“Understood, young master. I will ensure that no commun
CHAPTER 620
The Next MorningSunlight filtered through the floor-to-ceiling windows of the penthouse, sharp and unforgiving.Tedmond sat at the breakfast bar, looking far more composed than the night before.He ate a piece of dry toast slowly, his eyes fixed on a tablet displaying the morning’s financial wreckage.The sound of polished shoes echoing on marble announced Thomas’s arrival.Thomas approached, a stack of folders tucked neatly under his arm."Sir," he said, stopping beside Tedmond. "The morning reports are in. The bankruptcy is the only thing people are talking about."Tedmond took another bite of toast, his expression unreadable."And the family?""It’s quite a mess, young master," Thomas replied, opening a file. "We’ve tracked the women to a… very low-end motel in the slums. And there’s an update regarding Tina."Tedmond set the half-eaten toast down on a porcelain plate.The soft crunch echoed in the sun-drenched kitchen.He didn’t look up."What happened to Tina?"Thomas cleared hi
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