Meanwhile…
The Bennet family was scattered around a private ward where the chairman was lying. All of them wore grim expressions, and for the longest time, nothing was said. The silence was broken only by the mechanical heart monitor beeping, which seemed to envelop the room.
Seated in the chair beside the bed, Charles rested his arms on his legs, his eyes fixed on his father. He sighed heavily, closing his eyes.
"Damn it," he breathed out.
"What's going to happen now?" Slater asked, looking at everyone as they slowly raised their eyes in his direction. "Will you authenticate the will? But isn't that grandpa's trusted friend?"
Once again, silence was the only answer he got.
"I should beat him up. Stephen Bennet." Hugo frowned. "But beating him up won't change anything."
