?Chapter 766:
Briley’s hands clenched into fists so tight, her nails dug into her palms.
This was all Sadie’s fault!
She wouldn’t be in this predicament if it hadn’t been for that despicable woman! There was no way she was going to let this go so easily.
A fierce glint appeared in her eyes as she shot her hand out and hailed a taxi.
“To Jazmah Hopevale Hospital.” Just like that, she was speeding away.
Half an hourter, Briley was striding through the hospital toward Coyle’s room. Her fathery in a pathetic, crooked position on the bed. Half of his body was paralyzed, his lips twisted to one side, and even his eyes were askew. Drool was trickling down steadily from his chin. It was a haunting sight to behold.
His assistant kept vigil, diligently wiping away his drool.
Briley pushed the door open and walked inside, her demeanor devoid of any hint of sympathy.
And why should she be concerned when all Coyle ever cared about was his precious son, Sutton?
Briley waved the assistant away. “You can go now. I need to speak with my dad in private.”
The assistant was visibly relieved, but he offered a respectful bow before exiting the room and closing the door behind him.
Father and daughter were left alone.
Briley approached the bedside, her eyes fixed on Coyle’s gaunt face.
Her nose suddenly stung, and tears fell down her cheeks in quick session. She threw herself on the edge of the bed, clutching Coyle’s still functional hand.
“Dad,” Briley choked out. “It’s me. I’m here to see you.” She did her best to act weak and helpless. “Dad, what should we do now? We’ve lost Sutton, and you’re in such a dire condition. All of this suffering is Sadie’s fault, that vicious woman! She wasn’t…”
“She’s satisfied with what she’s done to you, so she went ahead and killed Sutton as well!”
Coyle’s murky eyes suddenly widened, and a hoarse, croaking sound escaped his mouth. He wanted to say something, but couldn’t.
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Briley ignored his agitation and carried on with herments. “I went to say goodbye to Sutton…”
She trailed off on purpose, banking on the pause to make her next words all the more dramatic. “His death was so tragic! He was ck and blue with wounds and bruises, and his eyes remained open even when he was dead. I just know he won’t be able to rest in peace! It’s all Sadie’s doing—she hired someone to kill Sutton, then found some nameless woman to take the me!”
Coyle’s face, already distorted from his stroke, grew even more grotesque. His eyes bulged, his gaze turning ferocious as he stared at the ceiling. His body began to tremble.
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