Chapter 423 Patricide
Margaret shook her head and walked over to pull his hand out. "Dad, you're being difficult. Look, I even brought your lawyer with me."
She leaned down and whispered in Byron's ear, "You have no idea, do you? Your precious son Samuel, your proud heir, has been plotting to kill you. He and my mother have been scheming against you for a while now. Didn't you know?"
Byron gasped for air, his chest heaving violently, but he couldn't utter a single word.
Margaret took his hand and forced him to sign and fingerprint the will.
She picked up the will, glanced at it with satisfaction, and smiled at Byron. "Thanks, Dad. You're so good to me."
She and Michael left Byron's room together.
Behind them, Byron gasped violently, making strange noises in his throat, his eyes wide open. He couldn't catch his breath and finally suffocated to death.
Even in his final moment, his eyes remained open, not at peace.
At the entrance of the Taylor Villa, Margaret said goodbye to Michael. "Michael, thanks. This should be the last time we meet. Goodbye."
Michael didn't look at her. "How you deal with Samuel is up to you. Handle the hotel situation yourself. I'm not going over there."
Margaret nodded. "I understand. Samuel's death notice is already on its way."
Michael nodded in satisfaction, got into his car with his subordinates, and headed to Aurora Bay.
From this moment on, the situation in the Taylor family was about to change.
Margaret, accompanied by the Taylor family's bodyguards, arrived at the wedding venue. By now, these bodyguards had recognized her as their new master.
Delilah saw Margaret approaching from a distance and found it unbelievable.
She gently pushed Samuel aside, walked up to Margaret, and blocked her path with an outstretched arm. "Margaret."
Margaret stopped and lazily glanced at her. "Delilah, what are you doing?"
Delilah was momentarily stunned by Margaret's address, standing there with wide eyes. "Margaret! I'm your mother! Did you hear what you just called me?"
Margaret sneered. "Mother? When you and Samuel were conspiring against me, not caring whether I lived or died, I no longer had a mother or a brother!"
Samuel's face turned cold. "Margaret, what are you wearing? You're getting married today! Where's your wedding dress? Who told you to wear black at your wedding? Are you defying me?"
Delilah finally sensed something was wrong. "Margaret, why did you bring your father's bodyguards? Aren't they supposed to be with him, protecting him? If something happens, can you take responsibility?"
Margaret snorted. "Of course, I know they're Dad's bodyguards. But now, they're mine."
She shot a cold glance at Delilah and then looked down at Samuel in his wheelchair. "Not just them, but the entire Taylor family is mine now."
Delilah and Samuel were shocked.
Samuel wheeled himself in front of her. "Margaret! What nonsense are you talking about?"
Margaret crossed her arms and looked down at him. "Samuel, you went through all this trouble, planning everything, but you didn't expect it to backfire, did you? Dad was killed by you. Before he died, in front of the lawyers, he left everything to me. Including the entire Taylor Group. My dear brother, you can get out of the Taylor family now."
Delilah, standing beside Samuel, seemed to lose all her strength. She clutched the wheelchair's armrest and collapsed to the ground.
She looked at Margaret, shaking her head repeatedly. "No, this can't be. Margaret, you're not like this. You wouldn't be so ruthless."
Margaret snorted and bent down to whisper in Delilah's ear. "You've been by Samuel's side for so many years, and you think he truly cares about you? He's just using you! He knew long ago who killed his mother. Do you think he would genuinely care for you? He's been acting in front of you all these years! You've been played like a fool! Delilah, you're so pitiful!"
Delilah's eyes lost their focus, and she mumbled, "No, it can't be. He wouldn't do this to me. He wouldn't."
Margaret felt immense disappointment as she looked at Delilah. The once gentle and loving Delilah was gone.
Margaret, surrounded by bodyguards, stepped onto the stage.
The guests saw that she wasn't wearing a wedding dress but was dressed in black, and they began to murmur.
The banquet hall was in chaos.
Margaret cleared her throat and took the microphone.
"Dear guests, hello! Thank you all for coming today. However, I must disappoint you. I, Margaret, announce that my wedding with Michael is canceled, and the engagement is void. From now on, we will go our separate ways. Additionally, my dearest father has sadly passed away today, leaving me forever. I am deeply saddened."
The crowd was in an uproar. What did this mean? They came for a wedding, but now they had to attend a funeral?
Everyone looked at each other in confusion.
Matthew gently tugged on David's sleeve. "Looks like Michael's plan worked. The Taylor family situation has changed. We should leave quickly. It's not safe here."
David quickly put down his champagne and followed Matthew, leaving the banquet hall amidst the chaos.
Outside the door, he was secretly relieved that he had sent Sarah away early. Otherwise, in this chaos, who knew how scared she would be.
The entrance was also in disarray. An electric wheelchair lay on its side, unattended. No one knew where its owner had gone.
When they first arrived, they saw Samuel greeting guests at the door with great enthusiasm. Wasn't he sitting in this wheelchair?
Where was he now?
Matthew and David exchanged glances, silently agreeing not to speak, and quickly drove away, heading straight for the Thomas Villa.
In a hotel room upstairs from the banquet hall, Samuel lay on the bed, gasping for air like a dying fish.
His once neat suit was now wrinkled and disheveled, with buttons scattered everywhere.
Margaret sat on the sofa, legs crossed, arms folded, coldly watching him.
Samuel looked at her, pleading in pain. "Margaret, I was wrong. Please, let me go. Save me."
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