Chapter 510


    “Please hurry with the exposé on Anastasia. She’s far too vicious to get away scot-free like this. We’re


    talking about my husband and Erica’s father here. How could she be so cruel as to stop us from seeing


    him?” Naomi cried, looking anguished as she buried her face in her hands.


    “We’ll finish the write-up and publish it as soon as possible. Can’t have someone so downright


    heartless to her own father do this without repercussions, can we? Do you have any pictures for the


    column?” Timothy, the editor-in-chief of the press, asked.


    “Yes.” Erica fished out her phone and pulled up the candid shot she had taken of Anastasia in the


    conference roomst time. She had been bored and decided to take several pictures for her own


    amusement, only to find that she had taken one where Anastasia was sitting next to Francis.


    Upon seeing the picture. Timothy nodded in approval and said, “That’s a good one, and the public will


    perceive it as Anastasia being eager to get close to


    Francis for the sake of taking over thepany as CEO.” He stared at the picture for a moment longer,


    and he had to admit that Anastasia was stunning. With her perfect features and warm smile, it was


    hard to believe that she was capable of doing something so underhanded.


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    This could give rise to another hot topic. Anastasia was like a rose in full bloom in that picture, but


    concealed within her was greed and fierce ambition to take Tillman Constructions for herself, and


    apparently, she would stop at nothing to achieve that goal.


    Naomi and Erica were like a pair of thieves when they left the presspanyter that day. Now that


    they had done their part, all they needed to do was for the press to do their dirty work and ruin


    Anastasia’s reputation.


    Meanwhile, Francis had undergone a series of check-ups at Presgrave Hospital, and Elliot came


    rushing back just as the doctor was reporting the medical findings to Anastasia.


    The atmosphere in the conference room was grim as Theodore Dugray, the Head of Neurology in


    Presgrave Hospital. announced, “Your father’s condition is worse than we presumed and based on the


    tests we ran on him, we found that his brain is severely damaged. Self-recovery is nearly impossible,


    and while surgery is the best option we have, he does not meet the requisite standards for us to carry


    out the operation immediately. We’ll have to keep him under observation for at least three months


    before we draft out the surgery n.”


    Anastasia had been wound up so tightly over thest few days that she almost snapped after hearing


    the news. She pped her hand over her mouth as tears spilled down her face. I didn’t know Dad’s


    condition would be so serious. Is this it? Do I not get to see even a glimmer of hope for this situation to


    turn around?


    At the sight of this, Elliot quickly handed her a piece of tissue, a gentle gesture that did little to soften


    the impact of the hard news. He felt his heart twist when he saw how devastated she looked, but there


    was nothing he could do to take the pain away from her.


    “Do not give up, not while there is still hope,” Elliot said to the doctor.


    “We’lle up with the best solution to save Mr. Tillman,” the doctor promised.


    Another doctor who hade in with Theodore’s small medical team added, “Miss Tillman, preliminary


    checks have led us to believe that your father will remain in aatose state for the rest of his life if he


    does not undergo surgery. That said, the chances of him regaining consciousness after the surgery are


    slim, and we’d like you to be mentally prepared for any unfavorable oue.”


    She nodded weakly. She knew that almost all the odds were against Francis now. but she wouldn’t give


    up on even the slightest chance to save him. She took a deep breath and asked, “Have you found any


    traces of the pill I brought in my father’s oral cavity?”


    The doctor from theboratory shook his head and answered, “We’vepared the samples and


    found that the traces of the pill in your father’s mouth are different from the pills you brought.”


    “So you’re saying that the pills hest took not only did not help with his condition but also caused him


    to go into cardiac arrest?”


    “Yes. The pills he ingested are lethal to the human heart, and if we were to go by pharmaceutical


    standards, these pills would be considered highly poisonous. More importantly, we have deduced


    based on theb tests that this was not the first time your father has taken these pills; he might have


    taken them for days prior to his cardiac arrest.”


    Anastasia’s fists clenched under the table. and her palms hurt where her nails dug into them. She was


    almost certain that Naomi had plotted this against Francis, and the motive behind such a deadly move


    more likely than not had something to do with Tillman Constructions.


    Francis had on several asions mentioned that he would leave thepany to Anastasia. He even


    joked about having his son take over the reins back in the hospital the other day. Anastasia thought


    about this, and she wondered if his intentions to deprive Naomi and Erica of getting their share in the


    company led the woman tomit such a horrendous act.


    Knowing Francis, his sentiments for Naomi as her husband prompted him to put his guard down


    around her. He wouldn’t lie to her about any ns he might have for hismercial or personal assets.


    As such, he definitely told her about the sessorship of thepany.


    Right now, Anastasia would give up seeding thepany if it meant her father could be saved and


    live out his best life. However, it was all toote. Francis body had gone into shock, and he was as


    good as brain-dead.