As soon as Yvonne saw Sylvia step out of the car, her eyes darkened with malice. It was like all the humiliation she suffered earlier today was flooding
back.
‘If it weren’t for Sylvia, never would’ve fallen out with Angel,‘ Yvonne wondered. ‘Without Angel as my patron, I can’t even keep my footing in the
socialite circle.‘
Yonne remembered how generous Angel always was. Whenever Yvonne spotted some luxury item at a boutique, as long as Angel was there and Yvonne played the pitiful card and fawned over her, Angel would usually pay for it.
But now, thanks to Sylvia, Angel’s completely cut Yvonne off. It was no wonder how deep Yvonne’s hatred for Sylvia ran.
As soon as Sylvia stepped out of the car, right behind her, Freddy, who had been in the passenger seat, also got out.
But thanks to Sylvia’s advice, Freddy was in full disguise, a sleek black suit, a baseball cap pulled low, a face mask, and dark sunglasses, so Yvonne didn’t recognize him.
“Yvonne, I’m here to see your father,” Sylvia said coolly.
“Who the hell do you think you are? Coming to see my dad?” Yvonne’s face darkened with fury.
Yvonne’d never even heard of Sylvia before.
As Yvonne watched Sylvia standing stubbornly at the door, a vicious idea struck her. ‘Why not take this chance to have my family teach her a lesson? She totally deserves it. She walked right into this,‘ she thought.
Just then, an extended–length Rolls–Royce glided to a stop at the entrance. Yvonne’s eyes lit up instantly. ‘It’s Byron’s personal limousine,‘ she thought, excitement flashing across her face.
The chauffeur stopped, quickly got out, and opened the rear door. Byron emerged with an icy demeanor, his long legs unfolding gracefully.
Dressed in a custom black shirt and grey dress pants, his figure was as straight as a pine, exuding nobility and elegance.
“Mr. Blair, you’ve finally arrived. I’ve been waiting here for ages,” Yvonne said, her face lighting up with an ingratiating smile.
Byron cast her a cursory glance and gave a slight nod.
Just as Yvonne was about to usher Byron inside, he suddenly turned to Sylvia instead. His tone was cool, but there was a hint of concern as he asked, “How long have you been here?”
“I just arrived,” Sylvia replied calmly.
Yvonne froze for a moment. ‘Wait? is Sylvia actually waiting here to go in with Byron?‘ she wondered.
Byron shot Sylvia a meaningful look. “Come with me,” he said, then strode confidently into the Colon residence.
Sylvia followed right on his heels, with Freddy close behind. At this moment, Yvonne dared not utter a single word.
Byron embodied absolute authority. Even on the Colon family’s turf, with her bully–the–weak–but–fear–the–strong nature, all Yvonne could do was put on an obsequious smile for him.
The Colon family’s living room was filled with several people, the current matriarch, Tamid and his wife among them. All of them were awaiting Byron’s
arrival.
Ever since Wade fell gravely ill, the Colon family had been living in constant fear, now desperately hoping to secure some benefits from the Blair family, especially Tamid,
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After offending Sylvia, Byron fired Tamid from the Blair Group. Now, desperate to get his old job back, Tamid was looking for a chance to talk to Byron.
“Where’s Mr. Colon?” Byron demanded coldly the moment the Colon family rose to their feet, making no effort to spare their dignity.
Tamid quickly pointed to the nearby stairs and said, “Mr. Blair, my father is upstairs. His condition has gotten worse lately. Honestly, the atmosphere has been rather unpleasant. Would you still like to go up and see him?”
Sylvia, standing behind them, frowned as she overheard the remark. ‘Calling your father’s atmosphere rather unpleasant. What kind of son says that?” she thought with clear disdain.
Byron ignored Tamid completely and strode straight upstairs without so much as a glance in his direction.
Tamid naturally didn’t dare stop Byron, but when he saw Sylvia following behind, he instinctively blocked her path. “What business do you have going upstairs?”
“To treat him,” Sylvia said icily.
Tamid froze. “Treat him? You can’t seriously mean you want to treat my father, do you?”
Sylvia nodded. “That’s exactly what I mean.”
Tamid scoffed, “He has been a vegetable for years, just lying in bed. The doctors have already given up on him, and you think you can treat him?”
Yvonne let out a few mocking laughs. “Just get out of here. Stop making a fool of yourself. What, you think you’re better than the doctors?”
Sylvia’s expression remained impassive as she glanced at them. “I can’t promise to cure Mr. Colon, but I can at least buy him some more time.”
Tamid and Yvonne both froze at her words.
Sylvia sneered, “Isn’t this exactly what you’re hoping for? If your dad dies a little later, you’ll have more time to dig up that will. Otherwise, once it’s read out, you won’t get a single cent.”
The Colon family’s expressions shifted. They actually looked a bit hopeful now.
After all, if Wade died right now, the inheritance in the will would likely go to Freddy and his mother.
Every extra minute they could buy was another chance to hunt down that will.
Tamid’s eyes flickered with calculation. “And what if you fail?”
Sylvia sneered, “If I can’t do it, that’s just your bad luck. Nothing to do with me.” With that, she turned on her heel and headed upstairs.
Furious yet hopeful, the Colon family secretly prayed Sylvia would keep her word.
Wade lay in a bedroom on the second floor. Once a titan of commerce, the old man was now reduced to mere skin and bones, alone in a room with not a single servant, kept alive only by the steady hiss of a ventilator.
His breathing grew ragged and intermittent, each labored breath as if it could be his last.
Byron led Sylvia here, then stepped out to the hallway window and lit a cigarette.
“Could you smoke less? You may not mind it, but the rest of us are choking here,” Sylvia called back to Byron from the bedroom doorway.
“Who are you to tell me what to do? We’re divorced.” Byron frowned, but still stubbed out his cigarette in the nearby ashtray.
Freddy followed Sylvia into the bedroom. Upon seeing Wade lying on the bed, a surge of conflicting emotions washed over Freddy.
‘This is my father,‘ Freddy thought bitterly. ‘After leaving the Colon family, I never imagined I’d see him again. Life really is unpredictable. Who would’ve thought we’d meet again like this?‘
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“Is he dying?” Freddy asked coldly, deliberately addressing Sylvia, who was checking Wade’s pulse by the bedside. He kept his tone detached, making it clear he had no intention of acknowledging the frail figure in the hospital bed as his father.
‘Look at him. There’s no way he’s going to make it,’ he thought bitterly to himself, forcing his heart to stay cold.
After taking his pulse for a moment, Sylvia looked up. “There might still be hope,” she said clinically.
