The Illegitimate Heir

Chapter 241

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Patricia came down after keeping his suitcase in his room.

She was surprised by the ashen look on his face.

“What happened?” she asked cautiously, wondering if something else had affected the group.

Since that ungrateful boy had messed things up for Daniel at the stadium, public opinion had affected the group’s shares.

Investors were already talking about dropping out, and Richard was getting less sleep.

Patricia was beginning to think her future was not as certain as she had believed after all.

When Richard did not answer at first, Patricia thought he did not intend to.

He never asked her opinion about business anyway.

So, she supposed it was about the group’s issues again.

She was about to offer her practised encouraging words again when he finally looked at her.

“Amelia’s sister is dead. Adrian blamed me.”

Patricia’s heart thumped as she echoed, “Dahlia? That sister?”

Richard nodded.

How? When? Why was she just hearing about it?

Patricia’s tumbling questions did not show on her face as she latched onto his last statement.

“What is wrong with that boy? Why would he say such a callous thing? I already told you…”

“Stop complaining about him for now,” Richard said in a terse tone that surprised Patricia.

“I am sorry. I just meant…”

“He said something about her dying in a wreck. I think it was an accident. Be careful how you break this to Daniel. After all, she was his aunt.”

“Yes, I will…”

Richard headed upstairs stonily.

Patricia wondered if he was bothered about it.

She thought that troublemaker had been dead to him all these years anyway.

“Should… should I help you draw your bath?” she called after him.

“I want to be alone. I am not to be disturbed,” Richard said and left.

Patricia frowned slightly.

He really was bothered.

But why?

She thought of what he said again and smiled.

Here she was, thinking that nosy biddy was hiding somewhere to stir trouble.

Turned out she was dead.

And in a crash no less.

An invisible weight rolled off Patricia’s shoulders as her smile bloomed.

She ordered the maid to bring her favourite champagne.

After all, a long-term feud coming to a natural end deserved a celebration.

She lifted the champagne glass slowly. 

“Don’t worry,” she murmured to the empty room. “I will raise a toast to you.”