Chapter 1403


    Was this so-called Cynthia actually Cynthia Abbott, the one who fled her wedding all those years ago?


    But that was ancient history. If Augus didn''t love Arlene, how could they have three kids together?


    Augus was still coughing, his eyes lifeless as they stared out the window, as if in the span of mere


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    moments, he had been drained totally.


    "Beck, you’ll do the digging about your sister. If by some miracle she''s alive, then I''m leaving her the


    entire Sanders family fortune. I want her to live out her days without a worry; I want her." he started


    coughing again.


    "Dad, calm down, please."


    Augus looked up at him, "You don''t resent?"


    The boys wouldn''t get a share of the stock, only other assets. Traditionally, daughters were seen as


    less valuable, raised in these wealthy families mostly for strategic marriages.


    Now he was leaving everything to someone who might not even be alive. How could Beck not feel


    bitter?


    "I don''t, not at all. I just want you to get better, and for sis to be okay. But you know as well as I do, the


    chances of her being alive are slim."


    "You need to find Ian. He mentioned Phelps was up to no good. Despite my trust in Dr. Herrington, I


    hope he''s crooked. Because if he is, the paternity test he provided could be false, and my daughter


    might have a chance at life."


    Beck patted his back reassuringly.


    "Okay, I''ll go see him right away."


    A sense of relief washed over Augus, even as his mouth was filled with the taste of blood.


    Beck was about to offer furtherfort when his phone rang. It was Dn. He answered, and Dn''s


    voice came through.


    "Beck, Judith''s not gonna make it. She wants to see our dad before she goes."


    Beck''s pupils shook drastically, "She''s not gonna make it?"


    Dn leaned against the wall in the hospital corridor, rying the doctor''s grim prognosis. Judith


    herself had no desire to keep fighting; she just kept asking to see Augus onest time.


    "The doctor said, she''s hanging on just to see Dad. I hope he''ll agree to see her. I''ll bring Judith back


    myself."


    "Dn!"


    Beck was filled with anger. Their father was already in poor health; what if the shock of seeing Judith


    was too much?


    "Beck, don''t talk to me. Ask Dad if he''s willing to see Judith onest time."


    Through gritted teeth, Beck nced at the frail figure of Augus’s on the bed, "Dn, I can''t promise you


    that."


    "Then I''ll just bring Judith over."


    Dn''s tone left no room for negotiation. The news of Judith''s impending death had shattered his


    Beck rubbed his temples, overwhelmed by the situation. He hung up and heard Augus ask, "What did


    Dn say this time?"


    "Dad, he says Judith is dying and wants to see you."


    "That''s not your sister. She might be the very reason your real sister is dead."


    Just as he finished speaking, the door burst open, and Arlene dropped to her knees at the threshold.


    "Honey, please see Judith. I beg you. She''s been with me all these years. If you don''t, I''ll end it all!"


    She pulled out a dagger, pressing it to her throat.


    Augus''s face turned ashen, knowing there were still things about Arlene he needed to investigate.


    Over the years, she hadn''t slipped up, and hadn''t even been in contact with anyone suspicious. How


    she had switched ces with Cynthia, and how many times it had happened, remained a mystery.


    Arlene couldn''t die.


    "I''ll see her."