Returning from the Dead: His Secret Lover novel Chapter 1170

Chapter 1170 Have You Fallen Ill

“Why is he here? Isn’t he an illegitimate child?”

“I heard that he has Benedict’s will!”

“Will? Benedict has never mentioned a will before. Besides, who knows where he got it from? It might be forged!”

“You are right. It looks like this bastard is here to pocket all of his father’s wealth!”

Edmund’s appearance sparked gossip. Everyone bombarded him with criticisms, suspecting that he had something to do with Benedict’s death and that he was merely here to take all the Coopers’ wealth for himself.

Though Devin played a hand in orchestrating Benedict’s death, he could not care less about the Coopers’ pitiful inheritance.

The Jadesons were much more well-off than the Coopers.

Devin swept a cold gaze across the women, who had been petrified because of the other Coopers. Casually, he made his way to the living room and took a seat.

“Pocket? I am the son he raised for over twenty years. Though I am his illegitimate son, I’ve lived a better life than these three women.” He pointed at the women huddled in the corner. “If the wealth isn’t going to me, do you really think that he’s giving it to you?” Devin drawled as he crossed his legs.

“Y-You!” The crowd choked with fury when they heard his belittling words. Even the women flushed in embarrassment.

However, they could not refute him.

After all, Benedict had always been biased toward his illegitimate son.

Seeing that the horde still refused to budge, Devin drew a gun from his pocket and began to polish it as the Coopers bickered amongst themselves.

Finally, the crowd caught sight of the deadly gun clasped in his hands. Is that a gun? Their faces turned deathly pale as all color drained from their cheeks.

“W-What are you trying to do?” one stammered.

“I’m not doing anything,” Devin replied airily. “Can’t I clean my gun? However, I ought to give you guys a reminder. If you think I killed my father but can’t bring any evidence to support your accusations, then don’t blame me for lashing out.”

It was a typical tone of Edmund.

Scared out of their wits, the crowd scattered.

Though the Cooper women were dying to ask about Benedict’s inheritance, the sight of Devin’s gun prompted them to restrain themselves.

“Are you planning to stay in Jadeborough from now on?”

“Yes. Am I not welcomed?” Devin looked up.

He was surprised that Gabriella was brave enough to ask him a question.

Benedict’s wife was no saint. After Edmund was born, she acknowledged him solely for her own gain, as it would solidify her position in the Cooper family.

“No, not at all,” she said hastily. “But your father’s death has created a huge mess. How should we deal with it? We don’t even know how many businesses he owns. Furthermore, he is the Senate’s leader. Now that he’s gone, what is going to happen to the White House?”