?Chapter 758:


    In an upscale private ward, Coyley immobile, his face distorted grotesquely from the stroke, saliva dripping uncontrobly down his chin. His lips trembled as he strained futilely to speak, only managing indistinct, guttural noises. His eyes brimmed with bitter humiliation.


    Standing nervously by his bedside, Terrell watched his employer—who had once been formidable but was now reduced to this pitiful state—both anxious and fearful.


    After agonizing hesitation, he finally mustered his courage, leaning closer and whispering cautiously, “Mr. Wall, there’s… there’s news about your son. Sutton…”


    His voice trailed off, faltering. He was unable to finish.


    Coyle’s cloudy, desperate eyes shifted sharply, meeting Terrell’s gaze with a sudden, dreadful rity.


    Gathering all his resolve, Terrell drew a shaky breath, shut his eyes briefly, and forced the devastating words out.


    “Mr. Wall, Sutton… is dead. His body was discovered in Eastwood Mountain.”


    The words struck Coyle like a bolt of lightning—sudden, brutal, and impossible to ignore. His eyes flew wide open, bulging with disbelief.


    Even with all of Sutton’s ws—his recklessness, his arrogance, his constant string of scandals—he was still Coyle’s son. His blood. His only heir.


    “No!”


    With a strangled cry, Coyleshed out with his only working hand, seizing his assistant’s arm in a vice-like grip. His mouth moved frantically, but the words that came out were garbled and unintelligible. Still, the urgency in his eyes screamed one thing. “Tell me everything.”


    Terrell winced under the painful grasp but didn’t dare to pull away. Swallowing his fear, he began to speak, his voice shaking.


    “The police said Sutton was killed by his girlfriend… supposedly in a fit of jealousy. The woman has already turned herself in.”


    He hesitated for a moment, then added in a softer tone, “But… there’s more. I heard that Ms. Hudson was also taken in for questioning. They suspected her involvement—but she was released early this morning.”


    Sadie.


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    That wretched woman—again!


    Coyle’s vision blurred with rage, his eyes bloodshot and wild. Froth gathered at the corners of his mouth, dripping more furiously now as his fury surged.


    Girlfriend?


    Some random woman dared murder his son?


    It couldn’t be!


    It had to be Sadie.


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