My Poor Son-in-law is Tycoon

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“You’ve got to be kidding! There’s no way this bastard inherited all of my father’s wealth!” Howard protested angrily.

“But that’s exactly what’s written in the will, Mr. Howard,” Marcus explained politely.

“Give it to me!” Howard snatched the will from Marcus roughly and read it thoroughly, his eyes narrowing with disbelief.  

“FUCK!" Howard threw the paper onto the floor and lunged at his father, grabbing his neck. “How dare you leave everything to this bastard! Have you completely forgotten about your own family?!”

“Stop it, Mr. Howard! You’re going to hurt him!” Marcus and a few doctors rushed to pull Howard away from Mr. Carlos. 

“I don’t care! He deserves to die!” Howard shouted, completely losing control. No one in the Cornell family stepped forward to stop him, their silence felt like approval.  

Suddenly, the piercing sound of a heart monitor alarm filled the room. Carlos’s body convulsed, and panic erupted.

“What’s happening?” Marcus asked, his voice filled with worry, while the Cornell family stood by, appearing disturbingly satisfied.  

“He deserves it!” Howard snarled, his face twisted with rage.

In a split second, Marcus punched Howard, forcing him to stumble back. “You’re a monster!” he hissed.  

After the chaos subsided, the Cornell family decided to leave the hospital.  

***

“How’s Grandpa doing?" Alexis asked nervously in the lobby. “Is he okay?” He had been waiting anxiously for their return.  

THUD!  

Howard’s fist collided with Alexis’s face, sending him stumbling backward.  

“Why did you punch me, Dad?” Alexis asked, his voice shaking.

“I’m not your father-in-law, you idiot!" Howard sneered, raising his hand to strike again, but Zelle quickly stepped in.  

“Stop, Dad. Don’t hurt him,” Zelle whispered, her voice firm.  

“Zelle? Are you defending me?” Alexis’s lips quivered with a faint smile, hope flickering in his heart.  

“Calm down, Dad. Vincenzo is here. You don’t want to embarrass the Cornell family, do you?" 

Howard let out a frustrated grunt before storming off toward his room, followed closely by Lenora.  

“Please forgive us, Mr. Vincenzo, for letting you witness this disgraceful scene,” Harold said apologetically. “It’s completely out of our hands.”

“No worries,” Vincenzo replied, his tone cold. “But I do have a suggestion for you all.”

“What is it?” Harold asked, intrigued.  

***

Howard paced back and forth in frustration, his fists clenched tightly. “What are we going to do to take back all of Dad’s wealth?! I can’t accept Alexis inheriting everything! All our hard work over the years will go to waste!”

“I feel the same!” Lenora chimed in, her voice filled with resentment. “Why would Dad give all his wealth to a blind fool like him?!”

“Relax, Mom and Dad," Zelle interjected, stepping into the room with a sly grin. “I have an idea.”

“What is it?” Howard asked, his eyes narrowing.  

Zelle held up a document with an air of confidence.  

“What’s that?” Howard and Lenora both looked at the paper suspiciously.  

“It’s a property transfer agreement.”

“And?” Lenora raised an eyebrow, still not understanding.

“You’re brilliant, sweetheart!” Howard exclaimed, his laughter echoing through the room as he finally grasped Zelle’s plan. “You’re going to trick Alexis into signing this, aren’t you? Using his blindness?”

"Exactly, Dad.”

Lenora’s lips curled into a wicked smile. “You’re a genius, Zelle!”

Howard leaned closer to Zelle, his face serious. “Be careful, though. Harold and Helen’s families won’t just sit back. They’ll try to steal Grandpa’s wealth too.”

“Don’t worry,” Zelle said, her voice dripping with confidence. “That idiot is so obsessed with me that he won’t listen to anyone else.”

“Good thing I married your mother. No wonder I ended up with such a smart daughter,” Howard added smugly.  

After finalizing their plan, Zelle left the room and headed toward her shared bedroom with Alexis. She pushed the door open and found Mikaela tending to Alexis’s bruised face.

“How dare you touch my husband, Mikaela?” Zelle snapped, her voice icy. “Do you want me to spread rumors that you’re having an affair with him?”

“You’ve got it wrong, Honey!” Alexis said quickly, his tone frantic. “Mikaela was just helping me. Nothing happened between us!”

“Since when do you care about your husband?” Mikaela retorted sarcastically.  

Zelle’s eyes darkened. “Get out of my room before I—”

“You have no right to kick out my daughter!” Harold and Zelda burst in, their faces indignant.  

“You’ve failed as a wife, so you don’t deserve to stay married to Alexis,” Zelda declared, seizing the opportunity to push her family’s agenda.  

Zelle clenched her fists. 'Shit! Dad was right. They’re trying to win Alexis over,” she thought bitterly.  

Suddenly, Helen entered the room with her husband and son, carrying a tray of food.  

“Alexis, don’t listen to them,” Helen said gently. “They’re just trying to manipulate you.” Her words earned sharp glares from Zelle and Harold’s family.  

“Why are you here?” Zelle demanded.  

Helen smiled. “We brought Alexis some food. He worked so hard preparing for tonight’s event. He deserves it.”

“Tsk! Stop pretending to care about my husband! You probably poisoned the food!” Zelle hissed.  

“Don’t accuse us without proof,” Helen shot back. “Why don’t you go spend time with your lover instead?”

Zelle froze, her face turning pale.  

Alexis’s expression shifted, his face clouding with hurt and confusion. Helen’s words had struck a nerve, and she smirked triumphantly.

“Why don’t you divorce Zelle, Alexis?” Helen asked, her tone soft yet persuasive. “She’s betrayed you over and over.”

Alexis remained silent, torn and unsure.

“She’s trampled all over your dignity as a husband,” Helen added, pushing harder.

“Enough!” Zelle yelled, her voice trembling with anger.

“So, Alexis,” Helen pressed on, ignoring Zelle. “What’s your decision?”