Chapter 472 Owen is Dead
"What?" Cecily couldn't hear Larkin over the loud helicopter noise before the call dropped.
Cecily's face turned grim.
"Cecily, what's wrong?" Vivienne asked, noticing her expression.
"The Fitzgerald family is in trouble. Owen found out Josep killed Patrick. Owen confronted him, and Josep fought back. I tried to warn him but I fainted."
Cecily's anxiety grew.
"Don't worry, I'll send someone to check on the Fitzgerald Manor. Josep wouldn't harm his own father," Vivienne reassured her.
Cecily shook her head. "Josep has no heart; he'd do anything."
Vivienne sent someone to investigate. Cecily bit her lip and called Sandra, but no one answered.
At the hospital's emergency room entrance, Josep sat looking worried, with Sawyer beside him.
Finally, the emergency room door opened. Josep rushed forward, looking concerned.
"Doctor, how's my dad?"
The doctor sighed, took off his mask, and shook his head. "He was gone when he arrived. We did our best. I'm very sorry."
Josep's heart skipped a beat. Owen, dead?
He stood in shock, then grabbed the doctor's arm. "Impossible. He was fine this morning. I want to see him."
Though he said he didn't believe it, he couldn't accept it.
"Let me see him."
"Sir, please calm down. He's really gone."
Josep shook his head, unwilling to accept the truth. He pushed the doctor aside and rushed in.
"Dad."
He stumbled, seeing a white sheet covering the operating table. He clenched his hands tightly.
"Dad?" His voice trembled as he lunged forward.
The doctors and nurses stepped back. Josep's hands trembled as he muttered, "No, it can't be true, Dad."
He slowly lifted the white sheet.
When he saw Owen's pale face, all his doubts vanished. Owen was really dead!
He laughed inwardly, but tears streamed down his face. He hugged Owen's cold body tightly.
With his face pressed against Owen's cheek, he thought, 'Dad, rest in peace. I'll take care of the Fitzgerald Group. I'll send your beloved grandson to join you soon. You'll be happy to reunite with your favorite son and grandson, right?'
Outwardly, he cried bitterly. "Dad, don't leave me. It's all my fault. I should have stayed with you. Dad, get up. What are we supposed to do without you?"
Sawyer walked in, confirming the stopped instruments. He gently patted Josep's shoulder. "Josep, Owen is really gone."
Josep shook his head. "No, I don't believe it." He grabbed the doctor's arm. "Save him, save him again."
The doctor sighed. "Sir, there's nothing we can do. I'm sorry."
Josep collapsed to the ground.
Anyone would think Josep and Owen had been close if they saw Josep's heartbroken state.
Sawyer helped Josep up. "Josep, pull yourself together. Owen's death is suspicious. There are many things you need to handle."
Josep's heart skipped a beat. He looked at Sawyer nervously, remembering Sawyer knew everything, including how he killed Patrick.
A murderous intent surged in Josep's heart.
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