Chapter 977: Chapter 977: Don’t Flaunt Your Wealth Chapter 977: Chapter 977: Don’t Flaunt Your Wealth “Dad, you and Mom have been getting along well recently.
Do you have any secrets?”
Quella Radcliffe sat in front of the hospital bed, asking happily.
Seeing her parents together and harmonious, she was genuinely happy.
At least they were not arguing all day like before, making a big fuss over small issues.
Could it be because Dad suddenly fell ill?
“Old partner, old partner, when you get older, a companion is all you need!”
Burl Radcliffe sat up in the hospital bed, speaking kindly, “Your brother has returned and taken direct control of the Radcliffe Group.
You need to be careful.”
“Mm, Mom ntioned it over the phone.”
Quella Radcliffe nodded.
Knowing her father was alright, she naturally had to think about Otis.
After disappearing for several months, her unreliable brother had unexpectedly made a coback.
And he had made a bold move!
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He was able to take control of the Radcliffe Group overnight and brought with him a substantial amount of funds, so much so that the business alliance was facing a change of chairman.
Was this still the Otis from before?
“Any news of Grandpa?”
Quella Radcliffe lifted her head, looking at Burl Radcliffe.
Since the incident where Otis and Zade Radcliffe faked an illness and deceived her into a kidnapping in Five-river Province, Zade Radcliffe had disappeared without a trace.
Now that Otis had appeared, where was her grandfather?
“The old man might also be in Gonzalez City.
He has always been with Otis, and they went abroad for treatnt before.”
Burl Radcliffe said indifferently, “Now that Otis has returned, it’s very likely preditated.
You must be careful.
I always feel that this matter is targeting you, or Julius Reed.”
“Went abroad for treatnt?”
Quella Radcliffe was sowhat surprised, “I was wondering why all of a sudden there was no news from Grandpa.
It turns out he went abroad for treatnt.
I thought he had…”
“I know there have been so misunderstandings, but he is still your grandfather.”
Burl Radcliffe held Quella Radcliffe’s hand, “You still have his blood flowing in your veins.”
“You knew?”
Quella Radcliffe was sowhat taken aback.
This matter had been a great shock to her, and after it happened, she hadn’t ntioned it to anyone.
How did her own father know?
“Ah…”
Burl Radcliffe turned his eyeballs, chuckling, “I an, I know there have been misunderstandings.
After all, your grandfather left the company because of your and Julius Reed’s takeover.
But at the end of the day, we’re all family.”
His explanation, though it seed reasonable, was sowhat of an attempt to paper over the cracks.
“That’s true.”
Quella Radcliffe laughed lightly, but doubts began to arise in her mind.
Why did everything seem a bit off after her trip to the capital?
Moreover, Julius Reed had just called, asking her to stabilize Aron Jackson.
It’s worth noting, Aron Jackson was his right-hand man!
Could it be…
“Mr.
Radcliffe, I’m back!”
Just as she was pondering, Knox Ridge ca in briskly, carrying fruit.
“Here, I have washed everything.
Let’s eat.”
At this mont, where was Knox Ridge’s previous haughty deanor?
She was simply a good wife, a good mother.
“Mom, Julius Reed might be coming back too.”
Quella Radcliffe picked up an apple and took a gentle bite.
It was sweet.
“That good-for-nothing…”
“Cough, cough…”
From the hospital bed, Burl Radcliffe coughed, prompting Knox Ridge to change her tone, “Your dad is fine, why make a fuss!”
But her eyes still carried a hint of disgust.
Seeing this scene.
Quella Radcliffe let out a sigh of relief.
Her mother was finally acting like before.
No changes.
Instead, it was Burl Radcliffe’s light cough that made Knox Ridge change her attitude.
This was sowhat surprising to Quella Radcliffe.
Her trip to the capital had completely overturned the family’s hierarchy?
As the atmosphere grew slightly awkward, Burl Radcliffe picked up a mango, peeled it, and held it out to Quella Radcliffe, “Honey, try this.”
“Hey!
Mr.
Radcliffe!”
Knox Ridge promptly grabbed the mango from his hand, “Quella is allergic to this.
You’ve been sick, how could you forget that?”
“Ah!”
Smack!
Burl Radcliffe slapped his forehead, chuckling awkwardly, “It’s clearly a heart disease, how did my brain also stop working!”
“I an, if they didn’t know you, they might think you had a brain hemorrhage.”
Knox Ridge also tried to smooth things over.
The two of them sang in harmony, seemingly loving.
But in Quella Radcliffe’s eyes, it was just like acting.
At ho, although Burl Radcliffe had no authority, he loved his daughter imnsely.
The incident with the mangoes was discovered by Burl Radcliffe.
At that ti, young Quella Radcliffe, just a few years old, had an allergic reaction to mangoes, and Burl Radcliffe carried her and ran all the way to the hospital.
By the ti he reached the hospital entrance, he was already too exhausted to stand.
Back then they didn’t have a car, but luckily the hospital wasn’t far away, and they arrived just in ti.
Ever since then, Burl Radcliffe wouldn’t let Quella touch anything related to mangoes.
Now…
Quella felt her eyes moistening.
She stood up, then sat down again.
“What’s wrong?”
Burl Radcliffe noticed sothing was off and tentatively asked, “Do you feel unwell?”
“No.”
Quella managed a weak smile and wiped the tears that had started to flow, “Dad, do you rember what I told you during New Year’s in Moon City?”
At that ti, while standing at the car’s rear trunk, she first felt it.
Her father was getting old.
“Ah, I rember.”
Burl Radcliffe secretly signaled with his hand, and Knox Ridge hurriedly changed the subject, “Quella, when is Julius coming back?”
“Probably very soon.”
Quella looked at Knox Ridge, her eyes tearful yet smiling, “Mom, seeing you and dad getting along so well makes really happy.
I hope you can keep being like this, kinder to dad.”
“You child.”
Knox Ridge approached and handed her a tissue, “Stop crying, it’s bad luck.”
Just then, Aron Jackson entered.
“Sister-in-law, what ti is Brother Davenport’s flight?”
He approached the hospital bed, glanced at Burl Radcliffe, and quickly looked away.
“I’m not sure.
Knowing dad was ill, Anna Harris and I took a flight back imdiately.
Julius might be a bit later, is sothing the matter?”
The pain in Quella’s heart was extre, but she endured.
Julius had asked her to stall Aron Jackson, and she would do just that.
And she could not show any signs of abnormalities.
She definitely could not let the other party discover anything.
“If big brother is coming back, I’ve got to pick him up personally,”
Aron Jackson said cheerfully, “Otherwise, I might get beaten up.”
“I’ll ask him, thank you for your trouble.”
Quella pulled out her cellphone and walked into the hallway.
“Julius, when will you arrive in Gonzalez City?
Aron Jackson is here waiting to pick you up.”
“I might be four hours late, the flight is delayed,”
Julius said over the phone, “Hand the phone to Aron Jackson.”
“Here.”
Quella handed it over.
“Big brother, I’m waiting to pick you up,”
Aron Jackson said with a laugh.
“I’m in the capital, no rush.
Arrange for soone to take good care of my wife.
Also, make a trip to Knox Ridge’s place and check if the iron box in her cupboard is still there.”
Julius instructed, “Make sure to move stealthily, best not to bring anyone.”
“Understood!”
Aron Jackson said, a bit excited, “Big brother, about that iron box…”
“If it’s not your concern, don’t ask!
Give the phone back to Quella.”
“Understood!”
Aron Jackson quickly returned the phone, his face full of excitent.
“Julius, my dad is okay, I miss him, suddenly I really miss him.”
The tone in Quella’s voice carried a hint of sadness.
After a mont, Julius’s voice ca through the phone, “I understand.”
“Sister-in-law, don’t wander around here, my people will protect you.
Brother Davenport has made arrangents, I’m stepping out for a bit.”
After Quella finished the call, Aron Jackson put on his suit and quickly left the hallway.
anwhile.
At the entrance of Gonzalez City Central Hospital, thirty ters away.
Karen and Terry Moore, wearing duckbill caps, set up their stools.
Under the streetlight, they shook dice.
The two were very low-key, adhering to the principle of not flaunting wealth, with not a single bill on the table.
Just a dozen gold bars.
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