Madeline Crawford and Jeremy Whitman novel Chapter 918

Chapter 918

Felipe thought Old Master Whitman was trying to delay.

He was not too short of time, however, so he walked to the front of the tablet and stretched out his hand. He really did obtain a memory card that was in a transparent bag from behind the tablet.

“This is the recording of your father’s driving on the day of the accident. You will understand everything after you watch it.”

Felipe looked at the memory card blankly, feeling a little confused for a moment.

He was in a daze for a bit before he instructed someone to bring him a laptop.

After he put in the memory card, he turned the laptop on. Soon, he heard voices that he was once most familiar with ringing from the speaker…

“Francis, don’t be impulsive, we still have Felipe! Felipe can’t live without us. Can’t you be a little soberer?” That was Felipe’s mother, and it sounded as if she was begging Felipe’s father with a trembling voice.

“Sonya, I’m really in pain. This world gives me so much pain that I don’t want to face it. Sonya, let’s leave this gloomy world together, Sonya…”

“No! Francis! Stop—”

Following the woman’s horrified screams came a violent sound of a collision. After that, there was only silence…

After Felipe was done listening to this section of the recording, the gun in his hand fell to the ground. He seemed to be drained of all his strength as he kneeled down in despair in front of his parents’ memorial tablets.

Old Master Whitman then sighed with sorrow. “It was your father’s last wish for us to send you to F Country for your studies. He had hoped that his son would do well in something that he was not able to complete. He also hoped that you would become successful one day in the future.

“During your years in F Country, you felt as if I had rarely cared for you, even restricting your spending. It’s true that our family business is huge and you didn’t need to worry about food or clothes, but we made you work to make money on your own. All this work we put you through was with the purpose to sharpen you.

“I always had someone I trusted secretly supervising you the whole time. Every single day of your staying in F Country, there was always someone reporting your condition to me. You’re a descendant of the Whitman family and my own nephew. How could I actually ignore you?

“I had been waiting for you to come back from your studies to pass you the right of inheritance, but then you went astray instead.”