Chapter 580: You're Unfilial
Bianca couldn't shake the unease in her mind.
She wanted to call Adeline, but she didn't want to disturb her.
She wasn't sure what had happened on Adeline's side, but one thing was clear. She didn't want to add to her family's burden or cause more trouble for Adeline.
All she could do was focus on keeping her family safe.
Oliver, sensing something was off, kept pressing her for answers.
Bianca, unable to brush him off any longer, finally relented and told him about what she had seen earlier and what Georgia had said.
Oliver, full of youthful energy, immediately wanted to rush to Yewhaina to help Adeline.
"You're crazy," Bianca said, stopping him quickly.
"We don't know what's going on over there.
What good would you do? You'd only make things worse."
Oliver hesitated, then realized, reluctantly, that Bianca was right.
Adeline's situation was far more complicated than anything he was equipped to handle.
"Alright," he sighed, scratching his head. "I just hope Adeline and Mr. Thomson are fine..."
He knew how important they had been in helping Lacey through her surgery, making sure it went smoothly and that Lacey recovered well.
They owed them so much.
"They will be fine," Bianca said, her grip tightening with determination. "We can't help them right now, so we need to take care of ourselves and not make things harder."
"Yeah, no leaving the house for now," Oliver replied. "There's plenty of food. Mom and Dad will understand. If we need more, we can always ask Georgia."
Even if they were out of food, they could ask Georgia to buy some.
Bianca silently prayed for Adeline's safety.
"Please, Adeline, come back safe."
Meanwhile, Callan was desperately trying to escape the haunting images in his mind.
He couldn't stand being in Yewhaina anymore.
Every time he closed his eyes, he saw the faces of the burly men and heard their mocking laughter.
The nightmares tormented him relentlessly, leaving him drenched in sweat every morning.
Realizing he couldn't stay in Yewhaina, he fled back to Orianto, justifying it to himself by thinking he'd never be able to get close to Joyce in Yewhaina anyway.
The Mendoza family would never give him a chance.
Upon returning to Orianto, he wearily made his way back to his place, his body heavy with exhaustion.
But before he could rest, he was immediately greeted by Jamarion's loyal men, who surrounded his bed and began berating him.
"Your father is still unconscious. Where have you been these past few days?" one of them scolded.
"Jamarion always treated you well, and this is how you repay him?" another added.
"Even Daphne goes to the hospital to see your father every day, but you? You've only shown up once when he was first admitted. How could you be so unfilial?"
Callan was already on edge, and now, his temper snapped.
"Enough!" he shouted, sending a chilling silence through the room. "Just get out!"
The room grew deathly quiet, the tension palpable.
After a long pause, one of the men spoke again, his voice firm.
"Callan, no matter what, we're your seniors.
Many of us fought alongside Jamarion to build this empire when you were still a child. This is the respect you show us?"
Callan wanted to snap back, but as he saw the anger in their eyes, something clicked.
He hadn't yet gained the power he so desperately craved, and the support of these few people was still crucial for him.
The last time Jamarion was sent to the hospital, he'd already made two enemies there.
Now, he couldn't afford to alienate these people as well.
If they got angry, they would all side with Daphne.
In fact, if he just calmed down, he would realize this.
The reason these people still came to him was that they still held hope for him.
They believed that Daphne, as a woman, couldn't inherit Jamarion's power.
That was why they had been so tolerant of him time and again.
But if he kept going down this path, they would surely give up on him.
Jamarion only had two children-Callan and
Daphne.
If they gave up on him, they would have no choice but to support Daphne.
At that point, the most Callan could inherit would be some of Jamarion's money.
But that wasn't enough for him. He wanted all of Jamarion's wealth and power.
Only by seizing that power could he hope to take Joyce away from Sam.
With this thought, a smile spread across Callan's face.
"Sorry, I wasn't fully awake earlier," he said.
"I'll go with you to the hospital to see my dad now."
"You're really dragging your feet. Maybe you should just forget it," someone huffed sarcastically.
"What do you mean, dragging my feet?" Callan awkwardly laughed. "I'm his son. Of course, I should take care of him. From now on, I'll visit him every day.”
Seeing that Callan at least appeared to
acknowledge his mistake, the others didn't press further and followed Callan to the hospital.
When they arrived, Daphne was still there.
Jamarion hadn't woken up yet, tubes and wires attached to his body.
Daphne was sitting at his bedside, staring at her phone, her expression unreadable.
In fact, Daphne had just finished talking to Adeline.
Adeline had managed to get details from Alberto about how Callan had been taught a lesson that night.
She had just told Daphne everything.
After knowing how Callan had been dealt with, Daphne felt a sense of satisfaction.
"Daphne," someone called out to her.
Daphne turned to see Jamarion's loyal men.
And Callan was with them.
She had just learned about the incident that night, and now seeing Callan, her lips twitched.
She didn't know how to react.
Callan felt a chill run down his spine as she looked at him.
The others, however, assumed she was upset, considering Callan hadn't been to the hospital in days.
A man said, "Callan has been busy, but starting today, he'll be here to take care of your dad."
"Really?" Daphne's lips curled into a sly smile.
"What's going on?"
Callan's heart raced, feeling like Daphne knew something, though he wasn't sure. One thing was for certain. He couldn't ask her in front of so many people.
The fewer people who knew about that night, the better.
"It's none of your business," Callan said, feigning impatience. "You don't need to come anymore."
Daphne scoffed, her voice laced with disdain.
"Just because you tell me not to come, you think I'll listen? Who do you think you are?"
“Daphne…“ Someone tried to intervene.
But Daphne didn’t give him a second glance.
“He tells me not to come, and none of you has a problem with it? Jamarion isn’t dead yet, and Callan can barely hide his thoughts anymore. And what about you all? You’re this invested in him just because he’s a man”
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