<b>Chapter </b><b>1065 </b>


    “You still consider me your father? Is this how you talk to me?” Harold’s voice was heavy with disappointment.


    Joseph answered tly, “Dad, if there’s nothing important, I’m hanging up. I’ve got things to do.”


    That only stoked Harold’s temper. “If I’m still your father, go ahead–hang up on me. You’ve barely closed a handful of minor deals, and already you think you’re big enough to talk to me like this?”


    It was like a bucket of cold water over Joseph’s head.


    He nced around his office, suddenly remembering that everything he had came from his father.


    Without him, he was nothing.


    Even those “sessful” projects were minor ones, far from thepany’s core business.


    What right did he have to speak to Harold like that?


    His tone softened immediately. “Dad, that’s not what I meant. I was just dealing with some issues at


    work, so my tone wasn’t great. I hope you won’t take <b>it </b>to heart.


    “By the way, what did you call about?”


    Hearing the shift in his son’s voice, Harold’s anger eased.


    After all, he was still his son–there was no such thing as asting grudge between them.


    Andtely, Joseph’s performance hadn’t been bad, except for the whole hospital incident, which had


    caught himpletely off guard.


    “I called to ask–what happened thatnded you in the hospital?”


    Harold hadn’t been keeping up with his son’s updates over the past few days.


    When he found out, it was through someone else’s mouth.


    From what he’d seen before, Joseph had been doing reasonably well in thepany, enough for Harold


    to hand over a small branch for him to run.


    But it had barely been any time at all before something like this happened–it was embarrassing, to say the least.


    Hearing the question, Joseph wasn’t sure how to answer.


    After all, he hadn’t expected Aurora to react with such force.


    They’d originally agreed to simply discuss a potential partnership, but things had taken <b>a </b><b>turn </b>he never


    sawing.


    That said, he had to admit–it was him who’d provoked the situation in the first ce.


    So, he chose another excuse. “It’s nothing, Dad. It’s over now anyway. I promise it won’t happen again. Don’t worry, I’ll work on making up for thepany’s losses.”


    Harold let out a cold snort. “Don’t think that just because I’m not breathing down your neck, I don’t know


    what you’ve been up to.


    “Remember, I only handed you a marginal branch of thepany. I’m very clear on your every move


    there.”


    The words left Joseph with a sour taste, but he didn’t argue.


    “Mm. Got it, Dad.”


    “If that’s all, I’ll hang up now–I’ve got other things to do.”


    With a father so calcting, whose eyes only ever seemed to see thepany and its profits, Joseph


    didn’t feel like wasting breath. All he wanted was to end the call quickly.


    But Harold’s voice cut in before he could. “What’s the rush?”