Chapter 453
Chapter 453:
“I wish I was. I didn’t want them tearing each other apart in here, so I told them I’d hold on to everything until you got back. Didn’t help. Yesterday they ended up fighting again. Not in the studio this time, though, thank God. They took it to the pavement outside p>
“Jesus Christ p>
“Dan’s the one who started it, I think. He hasn’t even recovered from the last round. Probably escaped the hospital just to throw another punch. But now he has to go back to his ward. Rhys didn’t look much better. EMTs had to scrape him off the concrete p>
I stared at the flowers again and imagined punching both infantile men’s faces until they resembled those wilted petals. They were still knee-deep in the inheritance fight.
Every move was about scoring points.
Neither one gave a shit about flowers, or me, probably.
“Chuck them. All of it. Don’t even bring the next batch inside. Just leave a bin by the door p>
Priya gave me a tight grin. “You got it p>
I glanced around the studio.
Nothing was broken.
No smashed display cases, no blood on the tile.
For once, Daniel and Rhys had managed to beat each other senseless without wrecking the place.
Maybe that psychic visit actually did something.
At six, Ashton pulled up outside.
I climbed in.
“We’ll stop by the hospital on the way,” he said.
“What, are you sick?” I scanned him from head to toe. Everything appeared to be in order.
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“No. It’s Edouard. His lungs are going again. He called the family lawyer to the ward, drafting a new will p>
We reached the private wing in twenty minutes.
The nurse at reception nodded, likely recognizing Ashton. She probably did.
Outside the room, I could see through the glass: a man in a gray pinstripe suit stood at the foot of the bed, flipping through paperwork. Edouard was upright, awake, alert enough to scowl.
Ashton watched for a moment, then turned to me. “Give me a moment. I won’t take long p>
“Okay. Try not to get disowned.” He pushed the door open.
Edouard jolted upright and immediately started choking on his own saliva.
“You—what the hell are you doing here p>
Ashton strode in. “Just checking if you’re still breathing. What, nervous p>
Edouard glared past him, signaling frantically at the lawyer with wide eyes and a twitchy neck. The lawyer either didn’t notice or pretended not to.
Ashton plucked the folder out of the lawyer’s hand. “Let me guess. New will? Let’s see how generous you’re feeling today p>
“Put that down!” Edouard shouted at the lawyer. “Marlowe, do something! That’s confidential p>
Ashton flipped a page. “You know Marlowe’s been working for me this whole time, right p>