Chapter 639 She Could Not Depend on Anyone


    Chloe had no energy to deal with Jonathan and Octavia. She wiped away the tears from her face


    and quietly entered the hospital ward, sitting quietly by Harold''s side.


    Octavia became even angrier when Chloe ignored her. She grabbed Chloe by the cor and shook


    her forcefully. "Why are you pretending not to hear me when I''m talking to you?!


    “Don''t think you can avoid responsibility by ignoring us. We''ve heard what the police said. You


    attempted to kill Dad, and we''re here today to make you turn yourself in," Jonathan chimed in, his


    tone full of disgust and hatred.


    Both of them were convinced that Chloe was the culprit behind what happened to Harold. After all,


    even the police considered her the prime suspect. They simply could not fathom why Joseph


    continued to protect her. It was as if he was blinded by something, making him unable to see who


    his real family was.


    "That''s enough!" Joseph roared, his gaze sharp as a knife. "If you want to argue, do it outside. Don''t


    cause trouble here."


    "But Joe, we''re not causing any trouble. We just want Chloe to face the consequences of her


    actions,” Jonathan said.


    "I know what I''m doing. You should stay out of this."


    "If you know what you''re doing, then why don''t you hand her over to the police?"


    "The police don''t have enough evidence. They can only detain her for 24 hours at most. I''d rather


    keep her here and conduct my own investigation," Joseph said, looking at his cousin with a cold


    gaze.


    As Chloe nced at Joseph, a sense of confusion overwhelmed her. He had shown trust in her in


    front of Nathan, but he was now saying such words in front of Jonathan. She could not tell which


    side represented the truth and which side was the lie. Yet, considering their situation, the truth did


    not matter anymore.


    Jonathan was taken aback, "You want to conduct a private investigation? Are you serious?"


    "Are you questioning me?" Joseph asked, his tone grim.


    Jonathan felt a chill down his spine. He shook his head frantically and gulped. "No, no. I believe in


    you, Joe."


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    "We’re just worried about Dad’s safety and don’t want the culprit to escape. Why are you scaring


    Jon like this... We have yet to ask you about why you concealed from us that Dad is still alive…"


    Octavia grumbled indignantly.


    "Do you think I can''t see through your schemes?"


    "We''re just worried about Grandpa!"


    "Hah, you''re just worried that if Grandpa dies, you won''t be able to plead with him to get Preston out


    of prison, right?"


    Octavia had not expected Joseph to see through her intention. She retorted, "You can''t me me.


    Every family needs a man to lead them, after all."


    "Even if he''s a cheater?"


    "Why you...!" Octavia was so enraged that she choked. In an instant, tears mixed with snot


    streamed down her face as she lost all sense ofposure. "What am I supposed to do? Ever


    since I got married, I stopped going to work. Nopany out there wants to hire a middle-aged


    woman like me. Besides, you guys share the same family name while I''m just an outsider at best.


    Without Preston, all of you would just ignore me!"


    "Mom, please stop crying. We can''t make a scene in the hospital." Jonathan looked at her with


    disdain in his eyes.


    Octavia''s mouth hung open, unable to let out the wailing sorrow that got lodged in her throat.


    "Preston was the one who had an affair. He''s the one who made a mistake. As long as you behave


    yourself, you won''t have to worry about your livelihood," Joseph continued.


    Octavia wiped away her tears and whispered, "I just want to start my own business…"


    As a member of the Whitman family, Octavia had once relished afternoon teas and beauty


    treatments with other wives from prestigious families. But ever since Preston was removed from the


    Whitman Group''s board of directors, her former friends had turned their backs on her, sneering and


    ridiculing her in secret.


    As for her son, he seemed to think that his father had made a small mistake that any man in the


    world would make. It was not worth blowing the matter out of proportion and causing Harold to lose


    all hope in Preston.


    Octavia realized that she could not rely on anyone. She had to depend on herself. Her husband, her


    son, and even Xavia… None of them could be counted on.