Chapter 536


    Chapter 536 The Last Chance for the Whitmans


    Chloe found herself speechless, unsure why Preston had to involve her in this mess.


    “I’m nothing like you. You have a wife and a mistress, living a life of pleasure that I can only dream of


    for the rest of my days.” Joseph sneered, a cold smile ying on the corner of his lips. Each word cut


    deeper than the preceding one.


    Preston could sense the disappointment in Harold’s eyes, and his face turned red with embarrassment.


    However, Joseph paid no attention to Preston’sints and left Patrick with some instructions


    before leaving with Chloe.


    As soon as Joseph left, Preston put on a false smile and said, “Dad, just stay here and focus on


    recovering. Don’t worry about the medical expenses. I’ll take care of them.”


    “I own half this hospital. Do you think I need your help?” Harold retorted.


    “Dad, let me fulfill my duty as your son, all right? Your health hasn’t been great recently, so let’s not


    argue over trivial matters. I know having a mistress is wrong, and I’ve already paid for my mistake.”


    Harold’s anger abated a little as he asked, “Have you divorced Tavia?”


    “Of course not. After twenty years of marriage, how could I simply say ‘Let’s get divorced?”” Preston


    replied. On the outside, he appeared unwilling to part with Octavia due to their rtionship, but deep


    down, he simply was not ready to part with his assets and give them to


    her.


    “Did you break it off with the other woman?” Harold asked.


    “Yes, I did,” Preston replied.


    “Well, at least you’re not aplete fool. Apologize to Tavia properly and live the straight and narrow


    from now on.”


    At Preston’s age, divorce would only bring mutual harm, and there would be no benefits for either party.


    “Yes, you’re right,” Preston agreed. Feeling that the moment was right, he continued, “Dad, how about


    transferring your funds, properties, and assets to me? I’ll take care of them for you, and you can focus


    on recovering.”


    Harold’s heart skipped a beat and he nearly choked on his saliva. “So this was your purpose foring


    today?”


    Avoiding his father’s gaze, Preston said, “Dad, your condition is worsening by the day. Instead of


    waiting until the end, why not give them to me now so I can maximize their profits and value?”


    “Get out! Cough, cough, cough!” Harold shouted angrily, enduring severe coughing fits that caused


    pain throughout his body.


    He was not even dead yet, and his son was already shamelessly lusting after his wealth. He wondered


    what sins he hadmitted in his lifetime to end up with such a worthless son.


    “Dad, please don’t be upset. Let me be straightforward with you Considering your age and the vast


    fortune you possess, there’s no point in keeping it all to yourself. Since I’m your sole heir, it’s only a


    matter of time before it bes mine,” Preston remarked nonchntly, “Rest assured, Dad. If you


    entrust me with the inheritance now, I’ll take care of you.


    “Enough talk about inheritances. Mr. Harold is alive and well. Don’t utter such ominous words!


    Patrick interjected, not able to hold back any longer


    “Patrick, this is none of your concern. Stay out of our family affairs,” Preston retorted. scornfully,


    dismissing his words. “As my father’s rightful heir, I have every right to say what I did.”


    The reason he found himself in this situation, losing all his influence within the Whitman Group, was


    because of his father’s excessive favoritism toward Joseph.


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    Harold grabbed the ss by his bedside and hurled its contents at Preston. The tea and tea leaves


    sttered onto Preston’s head, dripping down his face and leaving him looking ferocious and utterly


    disheveled.


    “You’re no son of mine! Get out of here before I beat you to death!” Harold shouted.


    “Dad, I hope you won’t regret your decision


    This was thest chance he was giving the Whitmans


    “Get out of my sight!”


    Preston nced at Harold with a disappointed look before storming away


    Late into the night, a figure stealthily entered the Whitman Group through the fire escape.


    With thirty floors to climb on foot, Preston was half dead from exhaustion by the time he reached the


    CEO’s office where the confidential documents were kept.