Chapter 420: Chapter 420: Trying to Take His Sister Away
Meanwhile, in the Sheridan family living room.
"President Hawthorne, you must be joking. I’m just an ordinary businessman, my forte is making money, not making girls happy." Elliot chuckled softly, his tone flawless.
"Last time’s rain of roses and the puppy? I’m sorry, President Hawthorne, that was an idea from a former female subordinate of mine... hello?"
Hearing the busy tone from the other side, Elliot smiled mildly, then put down the phone, slowly twirling the Buddha Beads with his left hand.
A misstep.
Although he previously used a tactic to make the Hawthorne Group concede which benefited the Sheridan Group, it was an extremely profitable deal.
But if he had known earlier that the tactic involved Ann Vaughn...
Heh, forget the rain of roses, Elliot wouldn’t have even lent that man a puppy.
Thinking about taking his sister away...
"Young master, the master and the young master are arguing in the study, you’d better go take a look." A servant rushed into the living room in a panic and quickly said.
"Alright." Elliot withdrew his thoughts, stood up unhurriedly, and walked to the elevator.
The study was already in chaos.
Photos, papers, and shattered tea cup fragments were scattered all over the floor in front of the desk.
Wilder tightly clutched a photo in his hand, a faint red mark on his wild, unruly handsome face.
But he stubbornly looked up to meet the eyes of the furious Stanley, unwilling to give an inch.
"Even if you beat me to death today, I’m going to say it! I’ve been struggling in the entertainment industry long enough to know if Cynthia’s face is real or not better than you! I suggest you investigate again; she might be an impostor!"
"Shut up!" Stanley, in a rage, grabbed the porcelain cup beside him and hurled it at Wilder!
Wilder didn’t dodge, allowing the cup to smash against his forehead, blossoming into a blood flower that trickled from his eyebrow.
Stanley hadn’t expected Wilder to dodge and was stunned seeing the injury on his forehead.
What followed was a deeper fury, "Are you trying to drive me to my grave!"
Stanley slammed the desk, pointing at the photos on the floor in frustration, "Your brother is utterly bewitched by this woman, and even you are mesmerized beyond your senses!"
"I’m not the one losing my senses; it’s you who refuses to see the truth!"
"The truth?" Stanley took a breath and asked, "Then let me tell you, Cynthia is your twin sister, that’s the truth. She was wrongfully imprisoned by this woman named Ann Vaughn, that’s the truth!"
Upon hearing this, Wilder furrowed his brows, "You’re biased! Cynthia was imprisoned as her own doing, how is that related to Ann Vaughn?"
In the entertainment circle, news travels fast, and Wilder had long heard about Cynthia’s self-inflicted misfortune.
Yet father believes that it’s Ann Vaughn’s fault?
"If she hadn’t been relentlessly scheming, would Cynthia have fallen into her trap?"
"You’re just biased!" Wilder gritted his teeth, "Can’t you trust me this once?"
"I don’t want to hear these words from your mouth a second time! Just remember, your sister is Cynthia, not those stray women outside!"
Stubborn old fool!
Wilder licked his teeth, suppressing the anger in his heart, and hoarsely asked, "Father, don’t you feel anything? Ann Vaughn... she and mother..."
"She doesn’t deserve to be compared with your mother." Stanley said with a composed yet authoritative demeanor, "She has nothing to do with the Sheridan family, and I will never let such a woman who caused conflict between father and son through the door of the Sheridan household!"
With words said to this extent, Wilder knew continuing the argument would yield no results, so he turned and left the study.
What he didn’t see was Stanley coldly pick up the photos scattered on the ground and throw them into a decorative gold basin, then set them on fire.
Burning those pictures and documents to ashes, as if seeing everything related to Ann Vaughn as garbage that would pollute the atmosphere of the Sheridan family.
Outside the study.
Jane anxiously waited outside, and when she saw Wilder storming out, she immediately approached to inquire, "What’s happened? What exactly occurred? Dad seemed really angry?"
"Just a small issue, only argued a bit with father." To avoid scaring Jane, Wilder calmed himself down before speaking.
"Why would you deliberately provoke dad?" Jane looked at him with some disapproval, but then noticed the photo in his hand and her heart skipped a beat, "Isn’t this... Ann Vaughn? Why are you holding her photo?"
Wilder suddenly remembered the photo in his hand, and hearing Jane’s question, he didn’t hide anything from her, "I suspect that Cynthia is an impostor."
"You—" Jane’s voice almost broke with excitement, seeing Wilder’s puzzled look, she bit her teeth and held back, "Why would you think that?"
She knew it!
As long as Ann Vaughn’s face remained unscathed, this secret couldn’t be hidden forever!
Now that Wilder had started doubting Cynthia’s identity, who would be next?
It couldn’t be; Wilder was just speculating; he didn’t have any evidence!
Jane was extremely distressed but barely convinced herself, gently continuing, "Wilder, let’s not talk about other things first. The reason we found Cynthia was first because of the Dragon Marrow Jade Longevity Token she had, and a paternity test afterward, correct?"
Wilder nodded; that was indeed the case.
Moreover, there are only two such Dragon Marrow Jade Longevity Tokens in the world, one whose whereabouts are unknown, and the other which was on his lost twin sister since childhood.
"Think about it, the doctor who performed the test is Dr. Hanson, the most authoritative in Marinia, someone known for being uncompromising, right? Would he fabricate a paternity test to deceive us? If we had another institution do the test, wouldn’t it immediately be found out?"
Indeed so.
Dr. Hanson was famously straightforward in Marinia, with a no-bribery stance and steel-like conduct, making it impossible to tamper with the results of the test.
Though reasonable as it was, Wilder still felt something undefinably wrong, "But, Ann Vaughn looks so much like me..."
"In such a vast world, there are countless people who look alike. Do you believe they are all your sisters?"
"No..."
"Then that’s it." Jane smiled, "Don’t think too much; Cynthia may have acted thoughtlessly, but she is always your sister. You ought not to confront dad over outsiders."
Thoughtless? Confront?
Wilder looked up at Jane, hoarsely asking, "Sis, do you also think I was wrong?"
"You merely lacked consideration, didn’t think things through completely; just don’t do this next time." Jane soothed him with a gentle, understanding sisterly attitude.