The One He Dismissed Became The One He Died For novel Chapter 274

"I don't believe it! It's a lie, right?" Toby cried.

Claire hurried to soothe him. "Toby, Miles is a doctor. How could he ever do something like that? They're just making up stories."

"But they said they're going to release some statement for him. They said they're going to admit he did it and give the family lots and lots of money..."

Claire went rigid, her mind instantly clearing.

The Zimmerman Group was going to admit fault on his behalf?

If that happened, Miles's career and the rest of his life would be completely destroyed.

What exactly were the Zimmermans playing at?

Claire hung up the phone and rushed straight to the old manor.

The butler greeted her at the door. "Ms. Jenner, you..."

"Where is Alistair? I need to see him!"

"He is not seeing visitors. He is currently resting."

Claire ignored his protests and marched straight toward the backyard tearoom.

Through the closed doors, she could hear Alistair's booming laughter.

Her hands clenched into tight fists, a surge of pure fury coursing through her. She stormed over and shoved the sliding doors open.

Victor stood by the tea table, holding a document.

The title was printed in bold letters: *Zimmerman Group Public Apology for Miles Zimmerman's Medical Malpractice.*

Claire trembled with rage.

"The hospital hasn't even released the investigation results, and you're already rushing to publish this garbage!"

Victor glanced at her, not a trace of guilt on his face. He offered a sly, mocking smile.

"Claire, it's good you're here. Sign this on his behalf. Getting this statement out is the only way to minimize the damage to the Zimmerman family."

"He did nothing wrong. There is no need for him to confess to anything."

"Even if the family refuses to help him, you shouldn't be kicking him while he's down. Alistair, Miles is your own grandson!"

Alistair scoffed coldly. "Now you remember who I am? A grandson who cannot inherit the Zimmerman Group is of no use to me."

Lucca's smile twisted with sleazy intent as he drew out his words.

"So you really are Claire."

Claire looked at Alistair, and suddenly, everything clicked into place.

She finally understood why his attitude had shifted so drastically.

Toby was his great-grandson, but he was just a child. Now, Victor's illegitimate son had returned, a man right around Miles's age. Alistair had a shiny new heir, so why would he care about the disobedient Miles?

This family was rotten to the core.

Lucca beamed as he turned to Alistair.

"Alistair, you mentioned yesterday that I've suffered so much living away all these years, and that you'd grant me one request."

"I think I'd like you to help Claire out. She just looks so incredibly pitiful."

Lucca watched her standing there with her red-rimmed eyes, trying so desperately to look strong, and found it utterly fascinating.

She was a beautiful, half-broken toy, and he really wanted to shatter the rest of her himself.