The Billionaire And His Son Want Me Back (Paisley) novel Chapter 283

"Give me my phone," Tyson raised a hand, asking Max for it.

Max immediately retrieved Tyson's phone and pulled up a photo he had obtained from the Beaumont family.

Tyson looked at the young woman in the photo, a faint smile appearing on his pale face. "She's beautiful. I finally get to see my daughter. What's her name again?"

"Brittany," Max replied.

Tyson nodded, clearly satisfied with the name. "Brittany, sounds classic and modern, stylish and soft, yet strong."

It was obvious that her adoptive parents had high expectations for her and loved her deeply; otherwise, they wouldn't have given her such a meaningful name.

Perhaps he had spoken too much in one breath, as Tyson suddenly started coughing violently. Then, with a loud gasp, he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood.

Seeing this, Ocean could no longer hold back. He dropped to his knees. "Sir, I beg you, stop holding on! Let's go to the hospital, right now! There's still a chance! You can still be saved!"

Tyson's vision was already clouding over. He looked at Ocean, his voice weak as he gently called, "Elara..."

"Do you really think we can get out? Sigh... Outside this house, there are countless eyes watching."

Ocean lowered his head and broke into sobs.

He knew that the schemers from the Godard family were eagerly waiting for Tyson to die. Since they had already managed to poison him silently, they surely had more plans in place. If Tyson stepped outside, an ambush was inevitable.

He had considered bringing in a doctor from Brightmoor, but both times, unexpected accidents occurred, and the local doctors were needlessly dragged into trouble.

Their only hope now lay in the doctor Leo was bringing from Harrowfell.

But since the last two attempts had failed, Ocean doubted it this time. He had already lost hope. Tears streamed uncontrollably down his face. "This is outrageous. I'm going to kill them!"

Compared to Ocean, Tyson remained much calmer. "Kill who? Do you even know who did this?"

Ocean's eyes were bloodshot. "It's just those few people. They won't escape!"

Tyson was breathing heavily. He was at his limit. His hands trembled as he stroked the picture of Brittany on his phone, murmuring, "Brittany... my daughter... I won't be able to see you... Enya, I'm sorry... I won't get to see our daughter..."

Ocean was inconsolable, collapsing onto the floor in anguish.

Max held back his tears, but his throat felt as if knives were cutting through it, the pain unbearable.

Tyson looked at Max and grasped his hand. "Max, after I'm gone, don't announce my death immediately. Do what you need to do in the meantime, but above all, make sure you stay safe."

"Dad..." Max could no longer hold back his tears, and they fell.

"Why cry? Everyone faces this day eventually. I just didn't expect mine to come so soon... I haven't even cleared the path for you yet."

Tyson let out a heavy sigh. "You're a capable kid. You know how to protect yourself, how to deal with those from the Godard family. My only concern is my daughter. Promise me you'll take care of her, okay?"