"Grandpa has been lying in the hospital for so many days, yet you haven’t even informed us once. Cyrus, I’m not criticizing you, but as the president of Hawthorne Corp., have you truly considered the company’s interests?" Second Uncle Hawthorne accused with a heartbroken expression.
He completely forgot who caused the medical incident.
"What’s important now is for us to see how Grandpa is doing. We’re all family. How can you keep this from us?"
"Do you think we would harm Grandpa? Acting is like guarding against thieves; who knows who’s really harboring ill intentions!"
The Hawthorne Family members behind Second Uncle Hawthorne expressed their discontent one after another, yet their eyes betrayed a restlessness that contradicted their words.
Ann Vaughn felt a surge of anger within, her red lips tightly pressed together, as she looked worriedly at the tall figure.
Standing firm in front of the shareholders and Second Uncle Hawthorne, Cyrus Hawthorne’s posture was straight, and his elegant brows and eyes appeared cold and indifferent, unmoved by their words.
He looked at the crowd in front of him as if he didn’t consider them at all. "Enough with the nonsense, Grandpa won’t see any of you. If you really want to know something, I’m always ready to oblige."
"Is President Hawthorne saying we’re not allowed to see Grandpa? On what grounds?" The Hawthorne Family members immediately retorted, "How do we know that Grandpa wasn’t harmed by your family?"
"Because I’m the president of Hawthorne Corp., Grandpa’s own grandson." Cyrus lifted his eyes sternly, scanning each person with a look, his thin lips curling into an extremely arrogant smile, "My decision is not for you to comment on." Google seaʀᴄh novᴇl(ꜰ)ire.ɴet
Second Uncle Hawthorne stopped that person, his face looking somewhat displeased, his eyes sinister as he looked at Cyrus. "Cyrus, do you intend to seize power while Grandpa is still unconscious?"
"Whoever intends to seize power, you should be clearer than I am, Uncle; there’s no need for me to remind you," Cyrus smiled faintly, looking at Second Uncle Hawthorne.
The news of the Old Master’s hospitalization had been kept so well hidden, yet this group should have noticed his disappearance.
Now they come to the hospital to confront him, only because Second Uncle Hawthorne has confirmed that the Old Master isn’t waking up. He’s boldly trying to stir up trouble, coercing him to back down on the medical project issue, probably even targeting the position of president of Hawthorne Corp.
But Cyrus Hawthorne had been learning under Old Master Hawthorne since he was young, went abroad for several years to further his education, and upon returning, took over Hawthorne Corp., developing it to its current state—not relying on these freeloaders.
Second Uncle Hawthorne was so angry that his eyes widened, "I came to persuade you for the sake of family, but you are so ungrateful. If anything happens to Grandpa in the future, I hope you can bear the responsibility!"
Having said that, he left furiously, with his head held high.
Ann Vaughn stood quietly by the wall, watching these events unfold. The place near her heart was pounding inexplicably, almost beyond her control.
Ultimately, today’s issue stemmed from Grandpa Hawthorne’s unconscious state, giving these people the perceived opportunity to act.
But the power struggle is minor; Grandpa Hawthorne’s health, already worsened by the surgery, could deteriorate further without proper care.
Just as Ann’s mind was a whirl of thoughts, a shadow suddenly appeared in front of her. A deep, magnetic voice sounded above her head, "I seem to recall telling you not to come to the hospital again?"
Ann Vaughn’s body stiffened, and she slowly raised her head, "It was Professor Chaney who called to inform me that Second Uncle Hawthorne brought people to the hospital. I was worried... about Grandpa, so I came over."
Cyrus looked at her with calm eyes, "Your presence here doesn’t help at all. You only add to the chaos."