Chapter 470 Send Your Precious Grandson to Accompany You
After Cecily left, Owen called Sawyer in. "Get Josep for me."
Sawyer nodded. "On it."
Josep knew Owen would call for him, so he was ready. But even with that, he broke into a cold sweat when he entered Owen's room.
Owen stood with his back to the door, holding a photo of Patrick, tears in his old eyes.
Josep walked over and knelt down. "Dad."
Owen placed the photo on the table, and the room filled with a cold, oppressive aura.
Josep clenched his fists, head bowed lower.
Owen approached him silently. As Josep trembled with anxiety, two sharp slaps landed on his face. He didn't dodge, just knelt there and took it.
"Do you know what I regret most?" Owen asked, looking down at Josep.
Josep swallowed hard, staying silent.
"My biggest regret is having you as a son. I thought you were just ambitious and calculating. I never imagined you'd harm your own brother. What else are you capable of?"
Owen bent down, staring at Josep. "Tell me, what else can you do?"
Josep gritted his teeth. "Dad, I deserve to die. I was wrong."
"You were wrong? You deserve to die?" Owen's eyes blazed. "No, you don't deserve to die. I do. I should've seen that you were a wolf. I thought you'd never harm your own brother. Josep, I was so wrong."
"I treated you all equally. Patrick was kind-hearted and never wronged you. Why? Why did you do this to him? Why did you kill him? Tell me why!"
Owen grabbed Josep by the collar, shouting, choking, his heart in pain.
Even now, he couldn't believe it was all Josep's doing. If it had to happen, he wished it had been someone else.
He remembered that when Josep was little, he said, "Dad, I'm the older brother. I'll protect my younger brother and won't let anyone bully him."
He also remembered Josep and Patrick holding hands, sitting on the steps, waiting for him to come home.
How did it come to this?
Didn't Josep think that if he did this, he'd never see Patrick again? Patrick would be gone, just ashes in the wind.
Owen tried to speak, but he was too choked up. His heart ached unbearably.
Josep finally looked up at Owen, his voice cold. "You treated us equally?"
He sneered, eyes glinting coldly. How could Owen claim he treated them equally?
Between him and Patrick, Owen always favored Patrick. As long as Patrick was around, Owen never saw him.
"Dad, isn't it ridiculous to say you treated us equally?
"If you did, why was Patrick the heir and not me? Why was Darian the heir while Victor got kicked out? Where's the equality? You've always been biased toward them!"
Owen's face turned ashen with anger. Blood surged up his throat, and he barely held back from spitting it out.
"Some people are born leaders, but you are not."
Josep stood up, looking at Owen with icy eyes.
"You've always been biased, so don't make excuses. I fought for what should've been mine. What did I do wrong?
"Yes, I orchestrated Patrick's death and Darian's car accident years ago. You would only see me and make me your first choice if they died."
"Why, you!"
Owen clutched his chest, gripping his shirt, the pain making his legs tremble until he collapsed.
"You, you..." Owen tried but couldn't finish a sentence.
Josep didn't help, he just watched as Owen's aged body fell to the ground, convulsing.
Even on the ground, Owen's eyes stayed fixed on Josep.
After a while, Josep squatted down and said, "Dad, you're really old. It's time to hand over the power to us."
"Don't even think about it."
"Don't even think about it?" Josep sneered. "You still think you have Darian, your capable grandson? Don't worry, soon he'll be a helpless idiot."
Owen's eyes widened, pointing at Josep's hateful face, but he couldn't speak.
"Dad, don't worry. When the time comes, I'll make sure your favorite grandson accompanies you."
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