"You desperately wanted me to marry Misha Evans, hoping that I'd die without an heir, so I could adopt your abandoned grandson to fulfill your own designs. You even stooped to harming my child. Sheldon, you'll get your comeuppance one day!"
Chester Yale had had enough of his feigned piety, and in one breath he laid bare all of Sheldon's actions. Seeing Sheldon's face turn livid, speechless, Chester felt no satisfaction; if anything, his hatred only grew.
He wished he could kill him right there and then!
To have his blood repay the blood debt!
"Even if you know everything now, what can you do to me? Don't forget, your success today is all because of me. Without me, you'd be nothing but a penniless kid!"
Knowing he could no longer maintain his image in front of Chester, Sheldon let go of all pretenses.
He reached out to throw off the quilt and slowly rose from the sickbed.
