Chapter 493 The Foster Family’s Rift
Things have gotten this big–what do you expect me to do? Go ask my father what he warns to ” Henry said flatly.
His assistant froze, surprised that Henry didn’t plan to intervene. This could seventy damage for Your family’s reputation; they had sponsored Claire University’s medical school for years, and any trouble there would reflect on the family’s business. But Henry seemed unconcerned.
“Well? Go,” Henry ordered.
“Yes, Mr. Henry.”
The assistant quickly reported the matter to Felix.
Inside the Foster family estate, Felix hurled his phone across the room.
“Sir,” his secretary said, bowing quickly, “this is obviously being orchestrated by someone?
“Do you think I don’t know that?” Felix snapped, his tone sharp.
For years, the medical school had been quiet. Now, this scandal was too big to suppress. If it escalated further, they’d be forced to accept an investigation–something the school could not withstand And if the wrong eyes looked too closely, the Foster family’s shadow dealings would come to light.
“What did Henry say?” Felix asked.
“Mr. Henry doesn’t seem to know how to handle it, so he told his assistant to contact you
Felix’s brow furrowed. “Tell the PR team to start working on countermeasures immediately. No matter what, we can’t let this grow any bigger. If the authorities come to investigate, we’ll cooperate–but shut down every operation we can’t afford to expose.”
“Yes, sir.”
The secretary left quickly.
Outside the study, Wendy had overheard everything.
“That son of yours–did he do this on purpose?” she said, stepping inside. “So capable when it comes to other things, but when this broke out, he didn’t lift a finger. Now that it’s out of control, he’s washing his hands of it. You sure you haven’t raised an ungrateful son?”
Felix’s expression grew colder. “Henry is my son. No matter what happens, you’ll never hold the reins of the Foster family. Drop the act, and stop trying to stir trouble.”
Wendy leaned back on the sofa, unhurried. “I’m only saying this for your own good–and for the good of the family.”
“If you care about this family,” Felix said, “stop your shady business dealings. Otherwise, not even I can protect you.”
Her voice chilled. “When it was for the family, I gave up my own happiness to ma older. Where were you then to protect me? And now you talk about protecting the it’s a bit late for that?”
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She let out a cold laugh. “Don’t worry. What I’m doing won’t drag the family down, and it won’t com you your precious fortune. Can you live with that?”
Felix said nothing.
Wendy stood, looking down at him with an air of superiority. “Remember–the Foster family owes me And I intend to collect,”
She turned and left the study.
Meanwhile, in his office, Henry worked through routine paperwork. Despite holding the position of head of the Foster family for some time, he had never been granted access to its core records. Clearly, his father still didn’t trust him.
His assistant entered.
“Mr. Henry.”
“Speak.”
“We followed Naomi to the Hartwell family estate. We can confirm the ring she mentioned is there. Since the Hartwells are Nathaniel’s family, Naomi wouldn’t keep it near him. I believe it’s with her mother.”
“Have you made a move?”
“Her mother hasn’t left the estate. We can’t just barge in, so we haven’t retrieved it yet.”
Henry had doubted Naomi actually possessed the ring, but he was willing to take the risk to get it.
“Do it. If anyone asks, say Naomi’s mother offended me. I’ll take her, but I’m not looking for a fight.”
“With the Hartwells‘ standing in Westbrook, upsetting Nathaniel could make some of our projects difficult.”
“Don’t worry. Nathaniel can’t stir up anything I can’t handle.”
His tone was ice–cold–he had no intention of sparing Nathaniel a thought.
“Yes, Mr. Henry.”
The assistant left to set the plan in motion.
