Chapter 75 Do You Think I Will Give Her a Chance to Break Up?
William's method of giving a slap followed by a sweet treat was quite well-practiced.
Timothy didn't dare to look him in the eye. William, who was always reserved and controlled, wasn't someone whose thoughts Timothy could easily decipher.
"Dr. King, think it over carefully."
Timothy knew exactly what William meant by that.
When William set his sights on something or someone, he always got what he wanted.
Timothy stayed silent, his hands clasped together, squeezing gently. "Can I ask, why me?"
William leaned back on the sofa, gently swirling his coffee, his high-and-mighty demeanor tinged with a bit of coldness. "Only you."
The implication was clear: Neither of them had a choice.
Timothy knew there was no way to escape.
After Timothy left, Angelina pushed the door open and stepped in, closing it behind her as she looked at William. "Are you really going to do this?"
"If Thalia finds out you forced her into a choice, even if you end up together, you'll break up."
"Do you think I'd give her the chance to break up?" William retorted coldly.
Angelina looked at William's handsome face, his cold demeanor completely unlike a child raised in a cultured family.
Vaughn was refined and courteous, so his child should be the same. But William wasn't like that.
Beneath his well-dressed exterior lay a beastly desire for control.
Thalia couldn't make a move without him knowing.
"Just don't regret it."
......
At the office.
Thalia was in a script meeting. Layla had recently gotten her a lead role in a new TV series, and today they had just received the script.
She was about to dive into it when her phone rang.
Seeing the caller ID, she was startled.
She glanced at Layla and stepped out to take the call.
"Dr. King?"
"Ms. Smith, Mr. Smith might not make it."
"What do you mean? Wasn't his condition stable? How could this happen?"
Thalia looked around, lowering her voice as if afraid someone might overhear.
Timothy's hand trembled as he held the phone. "You need to come back. The situation isn't good. There are some things I need to explain to you in person."
Thalia sighed heavily, not even explaining to Layla before rushing out with her phone.
When she arrived at the Smith villa, she saw Timothy pacing outside the room. Seeing her, he stopped abruptly. Thalia rushed over and grabbed his arm. "Explain to me, how is my dad suddenly not going to make it? Didn't you say his condition could last for three years?"
"An unexpected complication."
"We didn't know your dad was allergic to a certain medication. We changed his medication yesterday, but during the process, he had a sudden reaction..."
"Why did you change his medication?" Thalia caught the inconsistency in his words.
Timothy was stunned by Thalia's sharp questioning, remembering William's warning: "Thalia is very smart. Be careful. If she finds out..."
"Long-term use of one medication can lead to dependency or immunity. For Mr. Smith's condition, changing medication was necessary."
"Did someone pay you off?" Thalia, always assuming the worst of people, questioned him harshly.
She never believed in sudden complications without a reason. There had to be a connection.
Timothy shuddered. "Ms. Smith, what do you mean?"
"Exactly what I said."
"Thalia," Grace, hearing the argument, came down from the second floor and pulled Thalia into a guest room. "We have to face this. Your dad's sudden crisis is the best outcome for us."
"Mom, he's my dad."
"He's someone else's dad too," Grace reminded her calmly. "You can't ignore the things he did just because he was good to you."
"Thalia, this is your only option right now."
Thalia: ...
"Right now, you need to think about your dad's sudden condition. Have you got your lawyer ready? If it comes to a fight over the inheritance, can you win?"
Grace didn't have much affection for Hayden. Marrying an older man in her twenties was all about his money. Who else would marry him?
Now that Hayden was dying, she didn't want it to happen, but she had no regrets either.
No love, plenty of money, and no need to care for a bedridden Hayden. It was the life every woman envied.
But Thalia was different. Hayden, despite his flaws, was genuinely good to her.
She grew up in luxury, pampered.
Accepting this reality was hard for her.
Seeing Thalia remain silent, Grace left the guest room and asked Timothy how long this condition could last. Timothy said no more than half a month.
Grace looked at Thalia.
The message was clear: time was running out.
......
Evelyn stepped out of the shooting room, wearing a strapless top and shorts. Her slim waist was exposed, easily graspable.
"I've seen you standing here for a while. What's up with you acting like I owe you money?"
"My dad's dying," Thalia said, arms crossed, her whole body tense.
She didn't look like she was joking.
Evelyn, who had just lifted her cup to drink, slowly put it down. "You're not joking, are you?"
"No."
Evelyn was shocked. If Hayden died and Thalia hadn't secured William yet, when it came to fighting for the inheritance...
"What about William?"
"He's too difficult. I've already sent Isla to get Nicholas."
"You're going abroad to find that lawyer?"
"Yes," Thalia said, her expression tense.
While she didn't want Hayden to die, securing the inheritance was crucial. If Hayden died and she lost the money, she'd be bankrupt.
Evelyn knew Thalia was sharp and didn't need guidance.
Evelyn thought about Nicholas and William's connection and spoke up. "Have you considered that the last time you tried to find a lawyer and failed, Nicholas might have interfered?"
"I heard that the Jackson family recently developed a new internet sector. The big shot behind it... is William."
"Last year, Nicholas's family had three sons fighting for the heir position. Nicholas's dad managed to secure the new head position, reportedly with William's help. An almost defunct company broke into a new industry within a year, launched new products, and became the top choice for female users. The means behind this are clear."