Jonathan also glanced at Ben, his eyes briefly noting traces of blood on his son's nose, hands, and shirt. "Patricia has a point, I don't think it would hurt if we also checked on this punk's condition," he replied in a flat voice, he didn't want to seem too concerned, even though this was a form of concern from him. Brow furrowed, accompanied by his angry expression, Anderson asked, "What is this, Jonathan? Are you defending this scoundrel?" His question was met with only a shake of the head from Jonathan. "He hurt Andrew, and now he's just pretending to be hurt. Don't mind him, without being checked, he'll still be fine," Anderson continued to convey his thoughts; which would never support Benjamin at all. Ben was silent with his undershirt covered in blood; blood that flowed from the nostrils he had wiped many times before. "No, Anderson! I'm just treating these two boys fairly, they're both adults, they know how to solve problems without us interfering. "What's more, this is
Margaret was now silent; she looked at Jonathan and Benjamin in turn. This reverie was broken when Anderson's voice replied to his son's words.That man looked at Benjamin sarcastically, pointing a sharp finger at him. "I think that's good, so that he can reflect on his mistakes, and don't let him come back to this house until he is willing to admit all of his mistakes!"Margaret shook her head. "No! That's an absurd idea. I don't agree!""You defy the rules of this house? If you do, then go with your grandson," Anderson snapped, as if he were talking to someone else, not his own wife.In Margaret's entire life, her husband had never sounded this rude when talking to her.Benjamin shook his head; he wanted to block his grandmother, who was about to take a step towards Anderson, but his efforts went unheeded. That woman walked over and stood right in front of her husband."You kicked me out? After decades of living with you, and now you're doing this to me?" she asked in a disappointed
Those bad memories have passed.Currently, Benjamin was still sitting silently beside Margaret, staring at the comatose Anderson. He was still questioning how Jonathan felt about him.Margaret's face looked full of regret, she tried to convince Benjamin as much as she could.She gently touched her grandson's shoulder. "He doesn't hate you at all, he saved you," she said, earning a deep look from Ben."By kicking me out?" asked Benjamin, he still seemed to find it hard to believe.This old woman let out a long breath. "At the very least, you should listen to me first."Ben was silent with a disappointed look on his face.With tenderness, Margaret rubbed her grandson's shoulder once more. "Benjamin, I used to be the same as you, I was also confused about Jonathan's behavior. Until he finally explained everything to me and Patricia.“Ben, my dear, we were also disappointed at first, but after hearing all the reasons, we had to agree with his decisions and plans."What your father did all
A man in a full suit entered Anderson's ward, carrying a brown folder containing several copies of documents, and handed it to Margaret."You'd better read it," she ordered, as this old woman handed Benjamin the folder.This young man wasted no time in opening the folder that was now in his hand. He opened it and read each page carefully."In this will, written in secret by Anderson, there are some very favorable points for us;"This will has been in effect since the day it was handed over to the legal team, and Anderson cannot change it without the presence and consent of the main beneficiary, which is you, dear."In addition, the change to the will must include fingerprints and original seals."This is a good thing, although the stamp can still be stolen from you, but they won't be able to use your finger without your knowledge."...and the Original Anderson is no longer with them, it'll be difficult if they want your grandfather's fingerprints on this."I'm grateful that he made su
"Why?" asked Benjamin, confused. He still hadn't gotten an explanation from Joseph's unfinished sentence that was still hanging.Meanwhile, Joseph's previously calm demeanor, now turned alert, he seemed to give the driver a code, while Benjamin did not know the meaning."Sir, fasten your seatbelt!" Joseph ordered again, a confused Ben could only follow, he didn't have a chance to ask many questions.The 65-year-old man stared and nodded at the man beside him, communicating non-verbally to the driver who was now driving at an above-average speed.Benjamin's eyes rounded, he screamed as their car hit the road divider quite hard.What happened? The driver hit the road divider, causing the front of their car to be slightly crushed.It's quite convincing that this accident was caused by a drowsy driver or possibly by someone under the influence of alcohol.Joseph paused for a moment, looking calm in his seat as he reached for the hand phone that was in the inner pocket of his suit.This ma
"Mr. Anderson," greeted Joseph with a smile, while Benjamin persisted in his sleeping position, remaining lying on his side with his back to everyone, facing only Joseph; the one who knew very well that he was pretending to sleep.Anderson's presence with his people behind him made the room quite full; the police and detectives were seen giving smiles before they decided to excuse themselves.However, the steps of the policemen and detectives were momentarily halted by a few people in full suits who were standing behind Anderson. They seemed to step out together after a brief whisper, as if there was something they wanted to discuss.Could there be a conspiracy?Joseph just pretended not to care; even though he was actually paying close attention to what was going on around him.***With only Joseph, Benjamin and Anderson left in the room, the atmosphere was awkward.Until finally, Benjamin's grandfather spoke to the middle-aged servant who had been accompanying Benjamin."How is he,
"What are you doing here?" asked Anderson, the old man now standing at the door of his private room, which he didn't know some people had been there for a long time. He looked angry, but his voice wasn't snapping. Andrew left Anderson's table and walked towards his grandfather; this 74-year-old man was now also making his way towards him. "Nothing, I was just waiting for grandpa," Andrew replied with a big smile. The tapping sound of his cane on the floor accompanied Anderson's steps to the table, and he quickly sat down in his chair. His face actually showed a serious look, looking a little unfriendly with a sharp gaze as usual. "Shouldn't you be at the accident location? Why are you even here and waiting for me? It's a waste of time," he said firmly. This old man's eyes traveled to the shiny surface of his desk, revealing traces of something, and he didn't like it very much. "I-I..." Andrew wanted to speak, but was cut off by Anderson again, with a different topic of conversat
"Come on Steve, this is an order!" Forced to do what Andrew wanted, they ended up going together to a prominent nightclub in this city. *** At 4am, Andrew had just gotten home from a fun-filled night out, and he slept through his hangover until 9:30am. Steve had been standing in front of his bed for the past half hour, waiting for this young man to wake up so that he could deliver Anderson's message to his beloved grandson. Andrew woke up from his sleep and noticed Steve's presence, who had been standing still in the same position for a long time. "What are you doing in my room this early in the morning?" he asked, one hand on his head, holding back the pang of hangover from last night. This 35-year-old man bowed for a moment to show his respect for Andrew before speaking. “I have something to tell you, Sir. Mr. Anderson has been looking for and waiting for you in his private room since this morning.” Andrew's eyeballs rounded. “What for?” he asked, realizing and surprised at