On the other side of the city, Ezra and Trent were also preparing to make their move on J. The doctor had said Orville''s condition had taken a sudden turn for the worse; he only had a few days left.
Before taking action, Ezra and Trent paid a visit to the hospital. Orvilley in bed, hooked up to various tubes, his eyes weakly fixed on his son.
"Where is the will?” Ezra demanded coldly. "You always favored my older brother, and now that he''s dead, you''re secretly leaving his daughter your fortune."
Orville couldn''t speak, but tears of regret streamed from his eyes. Why was he leaving everything to J? Ezra really had no idea?
For years, Orville had believed that his eldest son, Zorion, had betrayed the family for a woman. In a fit of rage, he had cast him out. Not long after, Zorion died in a car ident.
Over the years, Orville had his suspicions about the ident. It wasn''t until recently that he overheard his second son, Ezra, talking. Only then did he learn the truth. Ezra had arranged the car ident that killed Ms. Miller''s boyfriend. He had also orchestrated Zorion''s fatal crash. It was all a plot to seize control of the Wilcox family.
That was why, while he was still lucid, he had secretly written a will leaving two- thirds of his fortune to J. He never imagined that not only Juniper and J would find out, but now his ruthless son knew as well.
"It doesn''t matter if you don''t tell me," Ezra sneered. "Whether or not J can im your inheritance is another story."
Hearing this, Orville''s lifeless eyes widened in horror. What was Ezra nning to do to J? Harm her?
He remembered the girl''s threat. If he wasn''t mistaken, she knew Ezra was nning to make a move. This was all a trap she''d set, waiting for Ezra to walk right into it and be a murderer...
This crime would be enough to destroy both him and the Wilcox family. Although he was furious with Ezra for what he''d done to his brother, which had driven a wedge between them, Ezra was still his son. He couldn''t just stand by and watch him be ruined.
Orville tried to stop him, but no matter how hard he tried, he couldn''t make a sound. He could only watch helplessly as Ezra left.
The door clicked shut, and Orville closed his eyes in defeat. This was a fate he couldn''t escape.
...
After leaving the hospital, Ezra and Trent talked in the car.
"I found out Saskia has a follow-up~~ appointment today," Trent said, pushing up his sses. “And J has something to do at school, so they''ll be separated."
"Good," Ezra nodded, his face grim. "Deal with J first. As for Saskia...
leave her for now." Taking care of both at once would attract too much attention. If J died, Saskia
probably wouldn''tst long anyway.
"Understood," Trent replied, but he didn''t move to leave. "Dad, once this is done, I want 50% of the Wilcox family''s shares. Is that a problem?"
"Fifty percent?" Ezra stared at his son in disbelief. What an appetite.
"That''s right," Trent said, his gaze cold. "Or would you prefer I share my inheritance equally with your illegitimate son?"
Did Ezra really think he didn''t know about the mistress and son he kept on the side?
"Also," Trent paused, then continued, "you probably don''t want anyone to find out you have your own brother''s blood on your hands, do you?"
"Trent, are you threatening me?" Ezra growled, sitting up straight.
"I''m just taking what''s mine,” Trent answered coolly. "I''ll handle things with J."
Ezra was left speechless, watching Trent walk away. His son was a cunning one. But as long as J was out of the picture, the money was a small price to pay
...
At the Schwartz Group.
“Sir,” Flint said, rushing to Shanley''s desk with a hint of excitement in his voice. "Ms.
Payne has been kidnapped."