Chapter 233 Tired and Weary
Hospital room, evening.
Around seven, the steady, rhythmic voice of the female news anchor filled the room from the TV.
The room was dark, with only the flickering light from the TV casting faint shadows around the ward.
Philip sat on the bed, staring blankly at the screen, his movements mechanical and numb.
His eyes, hollow and empty, finally showed a flicker of life when a familiar figure appeared on the screen.
But she was only there for a few seconds before disappearing.
As she vanished, it felt like his soul was being yanked away, and he closed his eyes, stiff and numb.
He had no idea how much time had passed when the door creaked open, and footsteps approached.
Mars looked at Philip, who was sitting motionless on the hospital bed, and sighed softly.
He placed the food he had brought from home on the table.
A car accident had left Philip bedridden for months, and when he woke up, everything had changed.
The company was gone, and he was accused of killing his father.
The police investigated him, but he didn't put up any defense.
It wasn't that he didn't want to; he was just too tired, too weary, and too broken to do anything.
His body felt as broken and decayed as a rotting tree root, devoid of any vitality.
More importantly, he had no way to defend himself against the accusation of William's death.
Over the years, he had indeed wished for William's death.
He could still see it vividly: After Grace passed away, his five-year-old self, being taken back to the Sterling family by William.
He had hoped for a new beginning.
He didn't want wealth or power; he just hoped for a normal life.
He craved a little more attention, a flicker of warmth.
He just wanted a simple fatherly love.
At first, he really didn't intend to compete with Edward for everything in the Sterling family.
But William favored Edward, paving the way for him until his death.
Philip suddenly remembered the day before William died.
It was a quiet afternoon.
William was sitting in the lounge drinking tea. His health had been poor for years, and he had long handed over power to Edward, while he slowly stepped back, advising Edward.
Philip, full of anger, stormed into William's lounge.
"That project has always been mine, and I was almost done with it. Why did Edward take it from me?"
"Yours?"
William knew that Philip was here to question him.
Philip had always been impulsive, and William was used to it. He continued to drink his tea slowly, and after finishing, he looked up and glanced at Philip.
"Before I answer your question, answer a few of mine first." He controlled the situation with a condescending attitude, his eyes filled with contempt and disdain.
"How many shares does your brother hold in the company?"
"Who is the future heir of the Heyday Group?"
"Who is currently in charge of the Heyday Group?"
"If you can figure out these three questions, then tell me, whose project is it?"
William's few questions left Philip speechless.
Yes, William had already transferred most of his shares to Edward. At that time, Edward held forty percent of the shares, making him the largest shareholder of the Heyday Group, and he had the final say in everything.
So when Edward used his power to crush Philip's hard work and trample on his dignity, it was almost laughable for Philip to seek justice from William.
Philip just sneered and kept quiet.
William, not ready to let the conversation end, pressed on.
"Still blind to your own mistake?"
Philip had been forced to bow his head many times before, but this time, he wasn't about to back down.
He turned to leave, and William's loud shout echoed behind him, "Stop!"
Philip acted like he didn't hear and kept walking towards the door without looking back.
Furious, William grabbed a teacup and hurled it at the back of Philip's head. The teacup hit him hard and shattered on the floor.
Philip turned back, indifferent. "You still have the energy to be angry with me? Funny, I thought you'd be six feet under by now."
"Are you cursing me to die?"
Philip looked at him like he was already dead. "I've been hoping for your death for a long time. Didn't you know?"
"You... you..."
William, already suffering from heart disease, couldn't handle the shock. Philip's words cut him like knives.
William's vision darkened, and his heart felt like a huge stone was pressing on it, making it hard to breathe.
He clutched his chest with one hand and pointed at Philip with the other, his lips turning purple and trembling, trying to say something but unable to get the words out.
A few seconds later, he collapsed to the ground.
Philip walked slowly towards the fallen William, not even bending down.
He looked down coldly, like he was looking at an ant. "If I had known you were this weak, that a few words could do this to you, I would have tried this sooner."
William's pupils were already starting to dilate, and he pointed stiffly at a nearby cabinet.
On that cabinet were his medications.
That was his last hope.
Philip stood beside him, and William used his last bit of strength to tug at Philip's leg.
Seeing the trembling hand clutching his leg, Philip remembered that winter when he was young.
He had fought with Edward and pushed him down the stairs. William had beaten him with an iron rod until he was barely alive, and he had clung to William's leg, begging for a chance to live.
But William had been indifferent.
Instead, he had thrown him out of the house.
He was exposed to the freezing elements. If he hadn't been lucky, he would have died countless times.
He casually moved his foot to avoid William's touch.
"You still want to live?"
William nodded desperately.
Philip's smile was eerie and sinister. "Fine, I'm not as heartless as you. Since you're my father, I'll give you a chance. I'll give you the medicine, but whether you survive is up to you."
He turned his back to William, walked to the cabinet, and picked up William's medication. At the same time, he discreetly took out a few similar-looking pills from his suit pocket.
He deliberately mixed the two bottles of pills together and threw them on the ground, just a step or two away from William.
But at this moment, that short distance seemed like miles away for William.
He watched as William crawled to his feet like a dog, hurriedly picking up one of the pills and swallowing it.
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