Chapter 323 The Bad Blood


    Chapter 323 The Bad Blood


    York''s voice was only audible to himself and Colin.


    Leaning against the seat, Colin said calmly with the spoon still in his hand, "You have to tell the person


    mentioned."


    York caught on to it in a jiffy. He nodded and walked towards Tiffany.


    Tiffany had actually watched York closely when he just went downstairs.


    Seeing himing up behind her at this moment, Tiffany pretended to smile amiably and asked,


    "What''s the matter, York?"


    York opened his mouth without turning a hair, "Mrs. Farrell, Old Mr. Farrell would like to have a talk with


    you."


    Tiffany''s hand that was taking a toast out of the toasting slots hovered as she asked, "Me?"


    York uttered, "Yes."


    Tiffany got the food prepared and handed it to Helen. She then turned around and looked at York,


    pretending to show her concern by asking, "Is he all right today?"


    York said, "He looks good."


    Tiffany smiled and said, "Great."


    With that, Tiffany stepped upstairs.


    York was at her heels expressionlessly like a robot.


    Tiffany and York went upstairs one after the other.


    When reaching Old Mr. Farrell''s room, York pushed open the door, motioning to Tiffany to enter.


    Tiffany walked in without deliberation.


    Upon entering, a gust of cold wind hit her, which made her shudder.


    Tiffany looked up, only to find that all the windows in the bedroom were open. At the moment, Old Mr.


    Farrell was leaning against the headboard and boring into her.


    "Dad."


    Tiffany sensed something amiss, but she still greeted Old Mr. Farrell respectfully as usual.


    "Mmm," uttered Old Mr. Farrell, sounding feeble.


    Tiffany closed the windows and stated, "It''s so cold today. Why did you open all the windows? You have


    been under the weather recently. If you catch a cold..."


    As Tiffany was murmuring, Old Mr. Farrell''s cloudy eyes welled up with tears.


    Seeing that, Tiffany didn''t finish her words but smilingly asked with concern, "Dad, what''s the matter


    with you?"


    Old Mr. Farrell said, "Get the water on the nightstand for me."


    Tiffany uttered, "OK, just a moment, please."


    Tiffany picked up the water cup and handed it to him.


    Old Mr. Farrell took over the cup and held it with both hands. He took a few sips before closing his


    eyes, saying, "Tiffany, you''ve been married to the Farrells for 30 years, haven''t you?"


    Tiffany was stupefied and answered with a smile, "Yes."


    Old Mr. Farrell continued, "Over the past 30 years, you have been working so hard for the family. I


    really appreciate it."


    Tiffany smilingly uttered, "Thanks, Dad. That''s what I''m supposed to do."


    Old Mr. Farrell''s hands that were holding the cup looked so old and crooked. With spots all over the


    backs of his hands, he appeared even more pathetic.


    He immediately said, "Not only are you busy dealing with all kinds of domestic affairs, but you also


    have to act with me. Over the thirty years, you''ve been doing a good job. I do appreciate your hard


    work."


    Tiffany''s face suddenly changed, and she asked, "Dad, what are you talking about? I don''t get it."


    Old Mr. Farrell looked into Tiffany''s eyes, uttering, "I know you can understand."


    Tiffany was rendered speechless.


    Old Mr. Farrell was terminally ill. At the moment, it might just be his terminal lucidity.


    He seemed to be in a good condition, but in fact, every part of his body was at the end-of-life stage.


    Tiffany met his eyes silently.


    After quite a while, Old Mr. Farrell said in a trembling voice, "All these years, I have always turned a


    blind eye to what you''ve done. I thought you would be moved, but I didn''t expect to end up like this."


    Tiffany remained silent, but there was a touch of mockery in her eyes.


    Old Mr. Farrell continued, "When Colin was in senior high school, you were worried that he would


    threaten Hank''s status in our family. As a result, you hired people to murder him. You have kept men


    outside and nted your men inside the headquarters of Farrell Media. Do you think I''m none the wiser


    all the while?"


    As Old Mr. Farrell became more and more emotional, Tiffany chuckled and asked, "Since you are well


    aware of all these things, why did you never stop me?"


    In the face of Tiffany''s questions, Old Mr. Farrell lost his tongue.


    Tiffany looked at him and mocked, "Is that because you still have a bit of conscience? Because you


    used the money that your buddy earned at the risk of his life, you think you are supposed to make it up


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    to his daughter?"


    Old Mr. Farrell was wordless.


    Tiffany dissolved intoughter mockingly. There was no telling whether she wasughing at Old Mr.


    Farrell or at herself. She then added, "I never thought I would have thrown in my lot with my enemy.


    What a mockery!"


    Old Mr. Farrell exined, "That''s not what you thought."


    Tiffany stated, "Then what is that? Back then, you and my dad were good buddies. You guys invested


    in the project together, but there was something wrong with it. You got yourself out of it the day before.


    In the end, it was my dad who bore all the me and was put into prison. Later, he was killed in the


    prison. Dare you say that you had nothing to do with it?"


    As what had happened back then was brought up, a sh of panic shed across Old Mr. Farrell''s


    face. "Your dad volunteered to take the me and go to prison," said he.


    Tiffany broke into a sinister smile and uttered, "That was because you had promised him that you


    would take care of thepany and his wife and children, but did you walk the talk?"