Chapter 8
The moment Mr. Pearson woke up. Jacob fell straight to his knees beside the hospital bed, his eyes red-rimmed.
“I’m sorry, Dad…”
Mr. Pearson reached for the water jug by the bedside and hurled it at Jacob’s forehead. “You coward.”
“You let a member of your staff abuse your own parents in your home.”
Seeing how agitated he was, I quickly stepped forward to soothe him.
Although Jacob had treated me poorly, my in-laws had always been kind to me. That was the main reason I had stayed
in this marriage for so long.
Mr. Pearson patted my hand. “Sophia, my dear girl.”
Things are still blurry, but I remember enough. Thank you for getting us here.”
His gaze moved slowly around the room before settling back on me, hesitant. “Where’s Margaret? That allergy… is she…
recovering?”
His question hung in the air. I didn’t know how to respond. Jacob’s face turned ashen.
My father-in-law was a sharp man. Seeing our expressions, he understood immediately. His eyes welled up instantly.
Jacob sank to the floor beside the bed, his voice raw. “I’m sorry, Dad. This is on me. If I hadn’t let Victoria have so much
control. Mom would still…”
“Dad… I’m so sorry.”
Mr. Pearson’s face hardened. gripped the cane at his bedside and pointed it sharply at Jacob. “Get out of this room. I
don’t have a son anymore.”
“That was your own mother! And you let an outsider kill her!”
“Have you no shame left. Jacob?!”
“Your mother built that hospital for you to heal people. And you couldn’t even save her?”
Blood trickled from the wound on Jacob’s head where the jug had struck, but he made no sound, only continued to
kowtow and apologize.
I briefly summarized the events of that day for Mr. Pearson.
He shut his eyes tight, forcing back his tears. After a long silence, he spoke slowly, his voice heavy. “Call my lawyer and a
notary public.”
“Effective immediately, you are no longer a Pearson. Every dollar, every resource, every asset that carried our name is
revoked.”
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“What you do from this day forward is your business. You are not mine, and you are not this family’s.”
Jacob’s head snapped up, his expression one of utter disbelief. “Dad!!! I’m your son!”
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