Chapter 615 Rudolph pretends to be ill


    The couple left the bureau holding hands and quickly returned to the White Mansion to Rudolph''s vi.


    Charles was already waiting at the door of the vi, "Mr. Malcolm, you finallye back."


    Malcolm: "Have you called the medical team over here?"


    Charles nodded and led the two inside, "I''ve already made a call, and the medical team will be here in


    a few minutes."


    Lyra asked, "Grandpa is doing well. Why does he faint again? Didn''t thest inspection say it was


    basically okay, but did he eat the wrong food again?"


    Charles looked sad, "As soon as I came back, he''s in aa. I don''t know what happened. This time it


    is more aggressive thanst time, so I can only ask you toe back and have a look."


    The three entered the living room of the vi together and walked towards the stairwell.


    Because Rudolph was old and had bad legs, and he had been relying on crutches, so the floor of the


    room was not high, just on the second floor.


    Just after walking to the second floor, Charles suddenly looked at Lyra and said, "Ma''am, I just heard


    from Sophia that Spencer keeps crying and refuses to sleep. Sophia couldn''t coax him. It just happens


    that youe back, ma''am, why not? Are you going to take a look?"


    Spencer kept crying?


    Lyra was stunned, looked at Malcolm, and didn''t answer for the first time.


    Malcolm seemed to have sensed Charles'' intention, and said along the way, "Grandpa has me here.


    Spencer doesn''t sleep and keeps crying at night. He must be ufortable, or he just misses you. Go


    and have a look. Grandpa is fine here. "


    Lyra had no choice but to nod, "Then I''ll go see Spencer first, and if there''s no big problem, I''lle


    down to see grandpa."


    "Okay." Malcolm''s dark eyes were gentle. He stopped and watched her continue upstairs.


    "Come on, Mr. Malcolm. Mr. Rudolph needs you."


    Malcolm looked away and followed Charles into the master bedroom.


    In the master bedroom, the incandescent ceiling light was on.


    Rudolph sat by the head of the bed, leaning back on the pillow. Those cloudy but still sharp eyes were


    staring at Malcolm from a distance.


    Seeing Rudolph in high spirits with nothing serious, Malcolm didn''t look surprised.


    He had guessed just as Charles intended to take Lyra away.


    "Grandpa, if you want to see me, just call me directly. There is no need to pretend to be sick."


    Rudolph didn''t answer his obviously resentful question, but slowly reached out to him, "Malcolm, sit by


    the bed."


    Malcolm walked over slowly, and sat obediently beside the bed.


    Rudolph looked at his eldest grandson, who had been disciplined by himself, with a sense of


    aplishment and a tone of nostalgia.


    "I remember when you were just sent to me. You were only two years old, so small."


    He stretched out his wrinkled hands and gestured his height, "It''s very mini, very cute. You always like


    to grab my trouser legs and call me grandpa behind me."


    "I have always been very strict with you, beating, scolding, punishing and kneeling at every turn, but I


    actually has high hopes for you, so I''m so harsh on you."


    Rudolph''s eyes were red, and the more he spoke, the more he felt about it, "After more than 20 years,


    you have nowpletely reced me, holding the White family firmly in your hands. At the same time


    ruling the military and business world, bing the man at the top of Suham''s pyramid."


    Malcolm sighed and asked in a calm tone, "What do you want to say? Just want me to reminisce about


    the past?"


    Rudolph sighed, "Now that you have be strong and powerful, you can make up your own mind,


    and you don''t like to listen to my opinion. I asked Charles to find you in person, and I have to ask you


    three times. If I don''t pretend to be sick, how can you agree to return?"


    Malcolm was very helpless when he used him, "I respect you the most, but I have my limit. You


    know me. Whoever dares to touch the person who is closest to me and cares about me, no matter who


    that person is, I will not let go easily."


    "Travis is only imprisoned in the cell for two days. He suffers a little. And you''re so heartbroken. You


    use the truth about my parents'' car ident to force me into submission, and even pretends to be sick


    to let mee back. Grandpa, you really love your grandson."


    In the face of his usation, Rudolph was speechless and could only talk about kinship.


    "Malcolm, I am getting old. I''m left with two grandsons, you and Travis, and a granddaughter of Sylvia.


    The other grandchildren, maybe it''s because of my retribution, all had idents when they were


    young. I don''t want to see you hurt your cousin because of family property and rights.”


    As Rudolph spoke, he reached out to touch the most promising the eldest grandson who grew up with


    him.


    But Malcolm slid away from his touch as his fingers reached over.


    Rudolph''s face stiffened. He silently retracted his hand, and began to talk about business in a serious


    manner.


    "I ask you toe tonight just to tell you the truth about what happened to your parents back then, but


    only if you let Ryan and Travis go."


    Malcolm''s eyes looked dimmed. He hesitated for a few seconds and then agreed to the old White''s


    request, "Okay, I can let Ryan and Travis go and write off this matter."


    Rudolph was stunned.


    He had prepared a lot for negotiating with Malcolm in person this time, but he did not expect that


    Malcolm would agree so bluntly.


    Rudolph was very relieved. With a hint of guilt shing in his cloudy eyes, he began to state the events


    of the year earnestly.


    "Back then, your father was my favorite heir... In that car ident, the driver whomitted the


    ident was my friend from the army. He saved me, so I chose to sacrifice my eldest son and


    daughter-inw, who could not be saved, to help him free from sin."


    Malcolm frowned, not trusting his words very much.


    "Which friend? Do I know? You doesn''t like to owe favors. Why have I never heard of anyone who


    saved your life?"


    It was not a trivial matter to save a life. How can there be no news for so many years?


    Malcolm just felt that there were loopholes everywhere in his words, and not a single point could stand


    up to careful scrutiny.


    Rudolph lowered his eyes and avoided looking at him, "You ask me so many questions at once, which


    one should I answer first?"


    Malcolm didn''t back down, "Do I need to repeat the questions to you?"


    Rudolph was at a loss for words, and said impatiently, "It seems you don''t believe me at all. That friend


    was diagnosed with cancer and died a few years ago."


    "After I retired, he followed me out of the military, so you don''t know him."


    "As for you don''t know that I owe someone a life-saving favor, it''s because your father''s matter has


    been paid off, so I haven''t mentioned it for so many years."


    "Although I feel sorry for you and I have always felt guilty about this matter, your parents'' lives can''t be


    saved. Although I am sad, I can''t just watch the situation be more and more turbulent and affect


    the White Corp stock. It can only be attributed to for an ordinary traffic ident."


    Malcolm got up, took a few steps back, and stared warily at his grandfather who was suddenly so


    unfamiliar to him.


    "Grandpa, in order to save Ryan and Travis, is it interesting that you lies to me with such a poor


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    excuse?"


    Rudolph looked resolute, "Believe it or not, or you can check it out with your strength."


    Malcolm sneered and continued to ask, "Since my parents died in a car ident and they were rted


    to your friend, why would Ryan know about this?"