Chapter 359
Chapter 359 My Father Took His Own Life
As the rain began to fall outside, dark clouds obscured the moon.
Chloe was standing by the roadside without an umbre, waiting for a ride-hailing car.
Five minutester, Joseph emerged from the underground parking lot. He rolled down the car window
halfway to reveal his noble face. “Get in. It’s going to be a stormy night, and you won’t be able to get a
cab.”
As Chloe nced at the ride-hailing order on her phone, she realized that despite the higher price, no
driver had epted it. With the rain intensifying, she knew that finding a ride would be even more
challenging. Without hesitation, she decided to get into his car and informed him of her destination.
Having been to Chloe’s house twice before, Joseph remembered the route and had no need to rely on
navigation. For a while, neither of them spoke as Chloe looked outside. The rain soon intensified, and
large drops of water sttered against the car window, obscuring their view.
Chloe turned her gaze away, gathering the courage to ask the lingering questions in her mind. “Why did
you agree to Grandpa’s three-month deadline?”
With his temperament, Harold should not have been able to manipte him so easily.
Joseph’s profile had smooth lines as he replied in a subdued tone, “There’s no longer a three- month
deadline.”
“I know, but I want to understand the reason behind your agreement,” Chloe said, her eyes filled with
eager anticipation. Her curiosity could not be suppressed, and she longed to know how Harold had
convinced him.
Joseph remained silent for a while, appearing unwilling to answer. Chloe pursed her lips and decided
not to push further.
“My father’s suicide note is in my grandfather’s possession,” he suddenly said, his voice as calm as
stagnant water.
Chloe was taken aback, falling into silence. During her first visit to Joseph’s family home, she sensed
something peculiar about his family when she first saw Harold. However, she never expected that his
father had ended his life in such a tragic manner.
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They were born into a prestigious family and were ahead of the majority of people in the world.
Joseph’s father would have been the rightful sessor to the Whitmans’ power if he had not died.
Harold appeared kind-hearted, and although the rest of the Whitmans were not particrly likable, they
still managed to get along.
Aside from that, Joseph’s father had him as an outstanding son. With elders and children to care for,
what could have pushed him to abandon his family and be so desperate as to
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take his own life?
Chloe’s heart clenched, and the light in her eyes dimmed as she felt a pang of sympathy for Joseph.
She could empathize with the feeling of not having parents-theck of belonging, always alone. Even if
she were to die the next second, no one would know.
Poverty was not simply having no money. It was the absence of love and care.
Soon, they arrived at Chloe’s house.
“Thank you,” she uttered and stepped out of the car.
Returning to her bedroom, Chloe gazed out from the balcony, but Joseph’s car had already
disappeared into the night. She sighed silently and sent a text to Icarus, iming that her phone had
run out of battery.
She tried to sleep, but sleep would note to her. She tossed and turned in her bed, her mind
wandering from thoughts about Joseph’s family background to contemting Joseph’s future
with Xavia.
‘I wonder what he’s doing right now… He was probably fast asleep as his daily routine resembles that
of an elderly person with a healthy and regr lifestyle.
‘No, it’s more likely that he’s by Xavia’s side, gently caressing her belly and envisioning their future with
their child…’
Now, Chloe was undeniably an outsider. The realization left her feeling a sudden tightness in her chest.
She had been foolish to dwell on such thoughts.