Garrett waved his hand and signaled for his family members to leave the ward.
They shuffled out of the ward, leaving Garrett and Nathan alone.
Garrett coughed a few times and panted heavily. It took a long time for his breathing to even out.
He drank some water before saying to Nathan, “You asked me why I helped Erwin to take Zion out of the picture.
I didn't answer you back then, but I can tell you about it now. Actually, I wanted to eliminate both Erwin and Zion. The sudden deterioration of my health threw a wrench into my plans.
I only have one reason for doing so, and that is to pave the path for your future ascension as the country's president.”
What?
Nathan was utterly shocked.
Garrett continued calmly, “I haven't managed to get rid of Erwin because of my worsening condition. I'm afraid you'll have to act yourself, Nathan.”
After some hesitation, Nathan eventually replied, “I've discovered the Holmes family's misdeeds today, President Woods. They were utterly despicable, and I was just about to report them to you.”
“Go ahead, then. Tell me about it.”
Nathan immediately told him how the Holmeses had forced Seamus Valeman to tamper with Garrett's medication, which worsened his condition.
Garrett was shocked and furious. In his rage, he swept over a glass of water on the table, and the glass shattered into pieces.
His expression turned downright dangerous.
Anyone would share his wrath if they knew someone had tampered with their medications, shortening instead of saving their lives.
“Why?” Garrett was taken aback.
Nathan explained, “Because Erwin is probably conspiring with Will. If we harm Erwin now, Will may retaliate and surround us with his troops instead.”
A furious Garrett hissed, “Will wouldn't dare!”
“I'm not sure if he dares to fight back, but I've begun putting my plans into motion. Once the preparations are complete, we can take both Erwin and Will down in one fell swoop. But before that, we can't afford to alarm them.”
Nathan's explanation went a long way in smoothing Garrett's ruffled feathers. Garrett calmed down and nodded. “All right. I trust you, Nathan. Let's follow your plan. Oh right, I have one more thing to say!” “What's that?” asked Nathan.
Garrett replied, “Help me get discharged from the hospital. I want to return to the White House. I know my body; this is merely a fleeting period of terminal lucidity. I don't have much time left, and I don't want to die in a place reeking of antiseptics and sickly airs. If I am to breathe my last, I wish to do so in the comfort of my home.”
Nathan agreed, “Sure. I'll get started on the discharge paperwork right away.”
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