Chapter 100
This ungrateful daughter actually saved him just now?
Of course! She's still his daughter after all! Blood was thicker than water!
Seeing her father in danger, how could she truly remain indifferent?
She still had him, her father, in her heart! That move just now was clearly meant to save him!
This realization gave Charles, despite his severe pain and fear, a ridiculous sense of superiority.
He knew it! Elizabeth was all bark and no bite!
All that talk about cutting ties, about seeing each other in court—it was all bluffing! When push came to shove, she still had to rely on him, her father!
He struggled to stand up, but his weak legs and the pain made him collapse back down. He had to lean against his terrified female companion, trying to straighten his back and put on a fatherly air as he said to Elizabeth, "Elizabeth! Perfect timing! Quick! Take me to the hospital! Call the police! Arrest that bastard! Attacking someone in a public place—this is outrageous!"
He barked orders as if he wasn't the one who had just nearly had his throat slit and was trembling with fear moments ago.
Elizabeth looked at his pathetic state and heard his commanding tone, feeling nothing but disgust.
She saved him only because he couldn't die at someone else's hands. That was all.
She confirmed he was still alive. Though injured, he was far from death.
That was enough.
She withdrew her gaze expressionlessly, as if merely glancing at roadside trash, then lowered her head and gently took Jack's small hand, "Jack, let's go play somewhere else. It's too noisy here."
With that said, she didn't glance at Charles again. Taking Jack with her, and escorted by Lynx and the others, she turned around and left. Soon, they merged into the crowd at the amusement park and vanished from sight.
"Elizabeth! Stop right there! How dare you leave! I'm your father!" Charles shouted frantically behind her, but due to blood loss and pain, his voice was weak and powerless, sounding more like a dying wail.
Curious and panicked crowds gradually gathered around, pointing and whispering.
The woman he brought with him only cared about her own crying.
The security guard and the amusement park management staff who rushed over upon hearing the news looked at the blood on the ground and the disheveled Charles, then nervously started making calls to summon an ambulance and the police.
Charles clutched his wound, watching Elizabeth's resolute departing figure. The fantasy that had just risen in his heart instantly shattered, replaced by the humiliation of being completely ignored.
This ungrateful daughter! She actually did leave him to die—no, she saved him, but then left so coldly! What exactly does she want?!
Waves of dizziness from severe pain and blood loss kept hitting him, and Charles's vision began to darken.
Before losing consciousness, his last thought was: He must quickly deal with this increasingly uncontrollable and dangerous daughter!
And the shares she held!
On the other side of the city, the assassin who had failed to kill Charles at the amusement park had now changed out of his blood-stained hoodie and stood respectfully before Sawyer, reporting in a low voice, "Mr. Scott, the mission failed. A woman suddenly appeared beside the target—extremely skilled. She kicked my knife away and saved him. There were also people who seemed to be her companions nearby. To avoid exposure, I immediately retreated."
Sawyer had his back to him and didn't turn around upon hearing this.
"A woman? Describe her," he said in an indifferent voice.
"Very young, wearing a hat and sunglasses, couldn't see her full face, but she had a cold demeanor, moved decisively and efficiently, with professional strength and angles—not like an ordinary person," the assassin recalled. "She also had a three or four-year-old boy with her."
A little boy? Jacob's son?
A flash of understanding crossed Sawyer's eyes.
It was Elizabeth.
As expected.
"She only kicked away your knife and saved Charles, didn't pursue?" Sawyer asked.
"No. She immediately protected the child, repelled me, then quickly left with the child and her companions, ignoring the injured Charles," the assassin reported truthfully.
An imperceptible smile curved at the corner of Sawyer's mouth.
Interesting reaction.
She saved him but immediately left coldly, as if she had merely swatted away an annoying insect, not saved her biological father.
"Did you get Charles's blood sample?" Sawyer turned around, looking at the assassin.
The assassin immediately took out a sealed micro-collection tube from his pocket, containing several milliliters of dark red blood. "Following your instructions, the blade was coated with anticoagulant and trace anesthetic. When I cut his arm, I collected enough blood sample. He shouldn't notice anything unusual."
"Very good." Sawyer took the collection tube and examined it against the light, his eyes profound.
Justin, the butler who had been quietly standing in the corner, stepped forward and said in a low voice in Italian, "Mr. Scott, Charles's blood was easy, but Elizabeth's won't be so easy to obtain. She has tight security around her—Jacob's people, and she herself seems to have hidden forces, highly vigilant."
Sawyer placed the collection tube on a nearby tray and sat back on the sofa unhurriedly.
"Indeed quite interesting," he began slowly, his tone carrying playful curiosity. "According to our previous investigation, Charles has no paternal affection for Elizabeth whatsoever. He was even willing to use her as a marriage pawn and push her to Jacob, then immediately turned on her to fight for the inheritance after Hughes died. This attitude doesn't seem like one toward biological offspring."
He paused, a gleam flashing in his gray eyes, "And on Elizabeth's side, she hates Charles to the bone, confronting him in court without mercy. But today, she appeared at the scene of Charles's attack and just happened to save his life, though she abandoned him like trash immediately after."
"This kind of contradictory behavioral pattern..." Sawyer's fingers lightly tapped the sofa armrest, "doesn't seem like an attitude one should have toward a biological father, but rather like..."
He looked up at Justin, "What do you think it's like?"
Justin pondered, "Is Mr. Scott suspecting that Charles and Elizabeth might not be biological father and daughter? Or that Charles did something even worse to Elizabeth than what we know? That's why Elizabeth hates him so much, yet has to keep him alive so she can take revenge personally?"
"Both are possible." Sawyer nodded. "It's well known that Hughes doted on Elizabeth but was quite cold to Charles, which is somewhat suspicious. Charles is Elizabeth's father—for Elizabeth's sake, Charles should have received better treatment. If Elizabeth isn't Charles's biological daughter, then many things would make sense."
After reading Elizabeth's file yesterday, Sawyer still couldn't understand Charles's thinking. If he was antagonistic toward her because Elizabeth wasn't his daughter, then Elizabeth's real father would be very significant.
"To verify this theory, the most direct way is to compare their DNA." Sawyer's gaze fell on the tube of Charles's blood. "We already have Charles's sample. Now, we need Elizabeth's."