Chapter 639 Anemia Can Also Be Fatal
Mark was determined to take back the company, partly because he was worried that Timothy would be deceived by the White family and end up giving everything to them.
He couldn't reason with Ashley; she sided with the White family in everything and didn't realize that her husband was her true support. Instead, she constantly used the White family's influence to suppress the Jackson family.
Mark was very unhappy but didn't dare to openly oppose the White family.
Ashley didn't understand his thoughts, but Melissa did, which surprised Mark.
After a moment, Mark chuckled and said meaningfully, "Melissa, you've really impressed your father. You've been in the hospital for years due to your poor health, and I didn't realize my daughter is more capable than my son."
"Dad, I've caused you all a lot of worry while I was in the hospital. I'm not very knowledgeable about management, so I can't help much with the company. What I said earlier was actually from Timothy. You can rest assured; if you want the Jackson Group to grow bigger and better, Timothy will definitely fulfill your wish."
Melissa advised, "Now that you're back, just stay home and relax, and mend your relationship with Mom. 'A day's marriage brings a hundred days of kindness.'"
Mark just smiled and didn't respond.
Melissa seized the opportunity to ask, "Dad, have you been in touch with Maggie? When is Maggie coming to London? Things were a bit unpleasant last time, and Timothy and I have been wanting to mend our relationship with her."
"Maggie can't come to London right now; she's not in good health." Mark didn't mention Maggie's pregnancy and made up an excuse, "Adalia is young and became mute due to the trauma of being kidnapped last time, which has left a significant psychological impact. Maggie has to stay with the child."
"I see," Melissa said, not pressing further. "Dad, drink the nutritional soup and go to bed early. It helps with sleep and has a calming effect."
"Alright, alright," Mark smiled. "You go to your room and sleep. I'll drink it after I finish this cigarette."
Melissa got up and left. Once she was gone, Mark's smile faded. He quickly closed the door and poured the nutritional soup into the toilet.
Watching the soup flush away, Mark's face darkened, deep in thought.
After learning that his last illness was due to poisoning, Mark had investigated upon his return. Fiorello had given him clues, almost directly pointing out who the culprit was. At this point, Mark naturally knew.
This was also why Mark felt so desolate; his seemingly obedient and sensible daughter had tried to poison him.
When Fiorello initially gave him the clues, Mark recalled that Melissa often brought him food at night before the incident. Now, he didn't dare to drink the nutritional soup Melissa brought.
Mark was eager for Maggie to come and seize power, not wanting to hand everything over to Timothy and Melissa. He couldn't bring himself to send his daughter to the police, but he also didn't want to give the company to the two of them.
Fiorello provided clues without fully revealing the truth, leaving Mark to weigh the situation himself. Fiorello didn't interfere in others' family matters.
Now, Mark felt like he was walking on thin ice in his own home.
Thinking of Maggie's words, Mark knew that to stay alive, he couldn't compete with the siblings. But he was also a bit unwilling. He genuinely wanted to give everything to Maggie now, at least she was reliable.
Cyberland.
Fiorello bribed the media to widely publicize Kevin's critical illness, even attaching photos of Kevin in the hospital.
Many in the circle sighed; the Holmes family had once been very glorious, but now they had fallen to this state.
In the hospital.
William was ordered to keep watch. Kevin lay on the hospital bed, somewhat wary of William, and said, "Mr. Harrison, I'm not dead yet. Why are you here so early?"
William smiled, "Tomorrow morning, the news of Mr. Holmes's death will be published on all platforms. I had to come to see you off."
Hearing this, Kevin looked terrified. "Fiorello wants to harm me? I just have anemia; an IV drip will fix it. I don't have a terminal illness."
"Mr. Flores said you won't live past tomorrow, so you won't live past tomorrow." William maintained a smile, speaking in the calmest tone about the most chilling things. "Now everyone knows you're critically ill. If you suddenly die, it would be quite reasonable, don't you think?"
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