"Stop crying. Crying won’t solve anything. I need silence." Joseph’s voice was sharp, his patience worn thin by the sobbing. He cast a cold glance at Fiona, his tone carrying unmistakable authority. Fiona flinched at his words, quickly wiping her tears away. She dared not make another sound, merely standing aside, watching in silence. "Brother-in-law, if there’s anything you need me to do, just say the word." Heidi’s face was tense, but she remained composed compared to Fiona. Although old Mr. Cooper had coughed up a significant amount of blood, Heidi firmly believed that Joseph would have a way to handle it. "Find a fan—one that can be used manually. The old man needs air." Joseph issued his instructions with precision. "Got it." Without hesitation, Heidi hurried off to complete the task. "Dr. Wilson, old Mr. Cooper’s condition seems to be caused by an acute surge of blood pressure due to emotional distress. Is there anything we can do to assist?" Philip Anderson stepped f

"Years ago, he confided in me—he knew the Cooper family’s direct and collateral branches fought fiercely among themselves. But I never imagined you’d be so mad that you’d turn on your own kin. The old man had barely drawn his first breath after waking up, and you immediately hit him with the news that everything he built has been reduced to ruins." "If I were in his shoes, I wouldn’t just cough up blood. I’d be dead on the spot." Blake Morgan sneered, his words cutting through the air like a blade. "I…" Fiona opened her mouth to explain, but Blake Morgan cut her off before she could utter another word. "Enough. I’m not here to agitate him. I came for an important discussion with old Mr. Cooper and Joseph." Without sparing Fiona another glance, Blake Morgan bypassed her entirely, leading his entourage straight into the house. The servants hesitated, but without Fiona’s explicit orders—and given the intimidating presence of the bodyguards—they dared not intervene. Inside the gra

Blake Morgan had likely been grinning ear to ear the moment he learned of Joseph’s expulsion from the Cooper family. He had probably even laughed in his sleep.Ungrateful descendants. Short-sighted fools. Arrogant and blind.Inwardly, old Mr. Cooper cursed Stephen Cooper and Maria Long a thousand times over.If those two were standing before him now, he wouldn’t hesitate to slap each of them across the face.Especially Maria Long—she was the one who held sway over the household. The divorce between Joseph and Fiona? There was no doubt in his mind—she had orchestrated the entire thing."Hahaha… Old Mr. Cooper, you must be joking. Your family may have cast Joseph aside, but we in the Morgan family certainly won’t! In our home, Joseph is treated with the highest regard.""A place to stay? That’s nothing. I could gift him several villas if he wanted. Money is trivial—but he refuses to accept my generosity.""In my household, nothing is off-limits to Joseph—not even my granddaughter. Of co

"Brother-in-law, what’s up? Why all the secrecy?"Heidi asked in a hushed voice.Joseph didn’t answer immediately. Instead, he leaned in and whispered something into her ear. Heidi nodded repeatedly in response.As they spoke, Fiona entered the room.The moment she stepped in, her eyes landed on Joseph and Heidi, who were speaking in hushed tones.She glanced at them briefly before quickly averting her gaze and walking over to old Mr. Cooper.Moments later, Joseph and Heidi finished their conversation, and Joseph walked back."Old Mr. Cooper, Mr. Morgan and I will take our leave now. Please rest well. If anything happens, have Heidi call me."Joseph gave a final word of caution, then exchanged a few words with the elderly lady before making his way out with Blake Morgan.The old lady watched Joseph’s departing figure, her eyes filled with regret and deep emotion."Fiona, my dear granddaughter, tell me—what was so wrong with him?""When it mattered most, he stepped up. Your grandfather

"Are we dining out, or is there another arrangement?"Joseph asked."Why would we eat out? We’ll have dinner at home. Your cooking is far better than any restaurant chef’s."Blake shook his head, a grin on his face."Alright, I’ll get everything prepared."Joseph nodded."You might remember Mason Morgan, your uncle—perhaps you met him once or twice when you were young. He doesn’t know much about you, so he may be a bit strict. It’s a good chance for you two to talk and get to know each other."Blake advised."Don’t worry, Old Mr. Morgan."Joseph smiled."There’s something else I’d like your opinion on."Blake hesitated for a moment before speaking."What is it? Go ahead."Joseph responded casually."You remember Molly, Alice’s assistant? She occasionally drives her to school."Blake frowned."Of course, that was just recently."Joseph replied."What do you think of her? Does she seem like a good wife and mother?"Blake asked with pointed curiosity."Old Mr. Morgan, what are you implyi