Chapter 260 Have the Servants Burn it Later.
Tyler smirked, "Why? 'Cause I got my own game plan, duh."
David finally got it—Tyler had played him like a fiddle. He'd sent him off to fetch Dr. Hayes just to boot him out once he was back.
"Dad, you're gonna regret this someday!" David yelled, fuming.
Tyler didn't even bother looking at him. He just gave the butler a nod, and the next thing David knew, he was being dragged away.
David's angry shouts faded into the distance.
Sean tried to make a break for it, but Tyler's goons stopped him cold.
Pale and pissed, Sean glared at Tyler. "Mr. Smith, what the hell is this?"
Tyler sat down across from him, grinning. "Relax, Dr. Hayes. Whatever David promised, I'll double it. But you gotta nail that hypnosis surgery. If anything goes wrong, you're not going anywhere."
Sean was in it for the big bucks. Hearing Tyler's offer, he started to chill out.
"Deal."
Tyler's grin widened. "Smart move, Dr. Hayes."
He raised his hand, and the butler handed Sean a check.
"Here's the deposit. Finish the surgery, and you'll get the rest."
Sean's doubts melted away when he saw the number on the check. He grinned. "Mr. Smith, don't worry. It'll be a success."
Tyler nodded. "Good. We'll do the surgery in the next few days. Let's hash out the details."
An hour later, Tyler had Sean taken to a hotel, with a few guys to "protect" him—more like keep him from contacting David.
Next morning, Seb had just clocked in at the office when he got a call from the Smith Mansion. The servant said Sandra was sick and he needed to come back.
Seb's eyes narrowed, his voice icy. "If my mom's sick, call a doctor. I'm not one."
"Mr. Smith," the servant sounded desperate, "Mrs. Sandra Smith's illness is because of you. She's been stressing over your fight with Mr. Tyler Smith."
"I'm swamped. We'll talk when I can." Seb hung up.
The servant put down the phone, glancing nervously at Tyler, who looked pissed. "Mr. Tyler Smith, Mr. Seb Smith won't come back."
Tyler shot her a cold look. "I heard."
The servant, scared stiff, quickly looked down, staying silent.
After a beat, Tyler called the butler into his study. "Go find Alex and get some of Sharon's stuff."
Alex had been married to Sharon for three years; he had to have some of her things.
If Seb wouldn't come back, they'd use Sharon.
The butler was stunned. "Mr. Smith, isn't that a bit much?"
Sharon was dead, no doubt about it. Using her to bait Seb back? That was low, even for Tyler.
Tyler's face went ice-cold. "You don't get it. Just do what I say! It's her last service to the Smith Family."
Seeing Tyler's stubborn look, the butler knew arguing was pointless. He left the study without another word.
That evening, Seb got another call from the Smith Mansion. This time, it was Tyler.
"Get your ass back here." Tyler's tone was all command, making Seb's eyes narrow.
"I'm busy. If it's not urgent, don't call me again."
"Fine!" Tyler snapped, "So your mom's illness means jack to you? How about Sharon's stuff? That mean anything?"
Seb's grip on the phone tightened. "Her stuff?!"
Hearing Seb's heavy breathing and agitated tone, Tyler knew he'd hit the mark.
Seb clinging to Sharon's memory was just screwing up his life.
With that thought, Tyler's resolve hardened. "Yeah, her stuff's here. If you want it, come back for dinner. Got something to discuss. If not, I'll have the servants burn it."
"I'll be there soon!"
Seb hung up and bolted from the office.
On the drive to the Smith Mansion, he couldn't shake the feeling that Tyler had an angle. First, it was Sandra's illness, now Sharon's belongings. This wasn't just about dinner.
He called Paul, his voice cold. "Find out what my dad's been up to lately."
"On it, Mr. Smith."
Less than an hour later, Seb's car pulled up at the Smith Mansion.
Paul's call came in just as he arrived. "Mr. Seb Smith, Mr. Tyler Smith's been pretty low-key, except he met with a doctor."
Thinking about the call regarding Sandra, Seb brushed it off. "Anything else?"
"Nothing else," Paul confirmed.
"Got it."
Seb ended the call, stepped out of the car, and walked into the house.
As he entered the living room, something felt off, but he couldn't put his finger on it.
A well-dressed man was sitting there. Hearing Seb's footsteps, he looked up and smiled. "Mr. Smith, hello. I'm Dr. Sean Hayes, your mom's doctor."
Seb gave him a cold, indifferent look and nodded slightly.
Sean didn't seem to mind the cold shoulder and kept smiling. "Mr. Smith, if you have a moment, I'd like to discuss your mom's condition."
Seb's gut told him something was off about Sean. "No need, I have other matters to attend to."
He turned and headed for the study. He was here for Sharon's stuff, not to chat with some doctor.
But then Sean's voice came from behind, calm and gentle. "Mr. Smith, if you want what you're here for, you'd better talk to me first."
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