<b>Chapter </b><b>1067 </b>


    That had been Harold’s intention all along.


    It was exactly why he wanted his son to carry himself with confidence, not tiptoe around as <b>if </b>afraid to speak his mind.


    If that was how he handled himself, Harold could never hand over thepany with any real peace of


    mind.


    Frankly, he wouldn’t be able to rest easy even in his grave.


    Joseph was starting to lose patience. “Dad, what do you mean I’ve ‘gotten back on topic‘?


    “If you’ve got something to say, just say it. ying guessing games like this, I’ll never figure it out.”


    And yet, with Harold so serious, Joseph couldn’t shake a nagging unease, as <b>if </b>something had already


    been exposed, though he couldn’t quite put his finger on what.


    Harold deflected. “Tell me, have you been moping these past few days because of that woman?<b>” </b>


    It was the second time he’d brought up Judy by name, and now Joseph couldn’t possibly brush it aside.


    The usation was too direct.


    “Yes, she’s affected me a bit,” Joseph admitted quickly. “But don’t worry, once I pull myself together, there won’t be any problem. I promise I won’t let a woman interfere with my work.


    “That’s just not going to happen.”


    Harold gave a short<b>, </b>skeptical snort.


    He clearly didn’t buy it.


    The people he’d nted in thepany had already told him everything.


    Whether or not Joseph was love–struck over Judy, Harold had already made up his mind on what to do


    next.


    “I’m not here to talk to you about that.”


    Harold got straight to the point. “Your mother and I were too narrow–minded before.


    “But <b>if </b>you want to get married, that’s fine–as long as she’s a woman.”


    Joseph was speechless.


    Of all the strange moments, Harold had chosen now to say something like this.


    The two matters had nothing to do with each other.


    As for Judy, the central figure in all this, they didn’t even seem to care anymore, so whatever came after hardly mattered.


    To Harold, it didn’t matter what had happened; the process was only a means to an end.


    “Fine, I get it, Dad.”


    Joseph didn’t want to keep talking.


    But just as he hung up, his phone buzzed again with Harold’s voice. “Wait, I really do have something else to say.”


    Joseph’s patience thinned.


    “Dad, can’t it wait until tomorrow?


    I’ve been in the hospital for days, and now I’ve got a pile of files to deal with. I’m not joking.”


    Harold replied casually, “I know you’ve got plenty of work, but what I’m about to tell you is something you’d want to hear.”


    “Alright then, let’s hear it.”


    In the end, Joseph gave in.


    It was rare to see his father this worked up.


    “An old friend of mine says he might’ve seen someone you’ve been wanting to find.”


    Joseph sounded even more impatient.


    “Dad, the people you know, I…”