<h4>Chapter 1432: 1432. A family of three buried together</h4>


    He knew that William Hall was deliberately testing him.


    He sneered, turned around to face William, and said:


    "Aren’t you afraid that if I really marry rke Ainley, there would be no ce left for you and your son?"


    When he said "you and your son," he was naturally referring to William Hall and Leo Hall.


    William’s expression stiffened briefly, his downcast eyes shed with a ruthless glint that quickly faded before he smiled and said:


    "Wasn’t this your grandfather’s wish when he was alive? Since you’re unwilling, I certainly wouldn’t force you."


    William had brought up the deceased Old Master Hall.


    In Harry Hall’s eyes, the Old Master was the only person he truly felt close to and cared about. Precisely for this reason, when the Old Master introduced rke Ainley to him back in the day, he didn’t refuse outright, for fear of disappointing him.


    If his mother, Leanne Richards, pushed for his marriage to rke Ainley solely to secure the Hall n’s future so she could continue as Mrs. Hall, basking in wealth and luxury, the Old Master’s motivation for pairing him with a daughter of the Ainley n had been a genuine effort to pave the way for him.


    He had also seen through William’s indifference toward his mother and him. Only if he had a strong familial alliance with the Jackson n would William hesitate, unwilling to devote all his attention to Leo Hall.


    It’s just a pity that the Old Master passed away two years ago—probably the oue William had most eagerly awaited.


    Now, hearing William bring up the deceased Old Master at such a time, the depths of Harry’s sharp gaze immediately surfaced with a chilling coldness.


    He cast a shadowy, piercing re at William and said, "What you’re most worried about right now is me marrying rke Ainley, isn’t it?"


    William’s face stiffened momentarily, then he smiled warmly and said:


    "Why would I be worried? You’re my son. Why would I ever wish you ill? If you’re willing to marry rke Ainley, then Jason Ainley and I will be inws—I’d be delighted beyond measure."


    Harry didn’t want to waste any more time exchanging insincere pleasantries with him and continued walking toward the exit.


    It was at this moment his phone rang—the call was from the hospital.


    Harry’s heart sank instantly, and he quickly grabbed his phone to answer, "Hello?"


    After hearing what was said on the other end, Harry’s expression turned pitch ck in a sh. His onceposed countenance was instantly enveloped by a frighteningly icy rage.


    Seeing Harry’s terrifying reaction, William immediately guessed the call was from the hospital.


    His seemingly smiling eyes faintly flickered with a trace of light.


    The very next moment, his cor was seized by Harry.


    Despite William’s tall stature and decades spent as the authoritative leader of the Hall n, exuding an air of umted gravitas,


    he was now being single-handedly hoisted in the air by Harry, looking both disheveled and ridiculous.


    "Harry Hall, what are you doing?"


    William’s face darkened, his gaze seething as he stared at his eldest son, who rarely showed such a menacing side. His face betrayed anger, yet an inexplicable sense of unease crept into his heart.


    He was genuinely intimidated by this version of Harry.


    The next moment, Harry swung a fist andnded it squarely on William’s nose bridge, drawing blood and sending him tumbling onto the sofa.


    Standing over him, Harry red down with a murderous intensity zing in his eyes. "Mark my words—if anything happens to my fiancée, I’ll make sure your entire family of three goes to the grave with her!"


    With that, Harry didn’t bother teaching William further a lesson. He marched straight toward the garage, drove off from the Hall Family estate, and sped toward First Hospital.