Isaac knew that Timothy was a businessman. He loved his son deeply, whereas he had to bow to profit.
And how could he remain unwavering in front of such huge benefits?
Timothy clenched the pile of documents in his hand, his knuckles whitening. After a while, he took out a lighter and burnt them all to ashes.
"I'll get William to back off," he said. "But you need to take Brittany and stay away from us!"
Exiting the lounge, Timothy saw William waiting outside the hospital room. He stormed over and slapped him hard. "You bastard," he scolded. "Ignoring your mom in the hospital for some girl?"
William took the slap without flinching, "I'm sorry."
He knew he had disappointed his parents.
But he couldn't leave.
Brittany was still in the hospital, and he wanted to be with her.
Timothy frowned. "Brittany did something we can't accept," he said, "Come with me now."
"No."
William refused to leave.
Timothy slapped him again. "William, have some dignity! They're still married, and you're playing the third wheel. Fun, isn't it?"
Still married?
A look of disbelief flashed in William's eyes. "Dad, they never got married!"
If they never got married, how could they get divorced?
Isaac stepped out of the lounge, guessing that William had learned the truth. Smiling slightly, he said, "William, I forgot to tell you. Bri and I got married a while ago. We're officially husband and wife now."
William felt like he had been stabbed. Driven by anger, he lunged at Isaac, "Isaac, even now you're still scheming against her?!"
Brittany didn't know about this at all. Isaac had been waiting for this day from the beginning—the day to ruin him and Brittany completely.
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