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Chapter 177
Henderson’s expression was stern as he listened to the group’s concerns. “I’ll contact the relevant department tomorrow. With the cooperation of the armed forces, capturing Sky Blade will be a piece of cake!” he declared confidently.
But Angelica quickly interjected, her voice urgent, “We currently don’t have direct evidence proving that the explosion is related to Sky Blade. If we start a war with them now, it’ll only lead to more deaths!”
She could feel the weight of her words. Sky Blade wasn’t just any mercenary group—they were armed with advanced, illegal technology. A direct confrontation with them would bring massive casualties, something she couldn’t bear to imagine.
Nash agreed, his tone measured. “I wouldn’t advise engaging with Sky Blade before we uncover the truth. Their fighting power is formidable, and with their advanced weaponry, a hundred-man team could withstand a thousand.”
Governor Jade, after listening intently, spoke up. “Let’s follow Mr. Calcraft’s advice. You should focus on finding out who is behind this bombing and bring them to justice.”
Henderson nodded solemnly. “Governor, rest assured. We won’t let any culprit go unpunished.”
As the meeting concluded, Nash headed straight to Harrison’s hospital ward. Inside, Hera sat by her father’s bedside, the weight of the situation clear in her tear-streaked face.
The moment Hera saw Nash, she broke down once more, her sobs filling the room.
Nash walked over and gently embraced her, offering quiet comfort. “Hera, you have to accept this and move on. It’s hard, I know, but you must.”
“Why?” she sobbed. “Why did this happen? Just a few days ago, we were celebrating my birthday, everything seemed to be going well… and now… all of the Lewis family’s relatives are dead. Grandpa won’t make it through the night. How can I accept this?”
Nash’s heart ached at the sight of her grief. He whispered, “All of this is because of me… I’ve let the Lewises down…”
The guilt gnawed at him, the blame weighing heavily on his shoulders. If it hadn’t been for Herman’s decision to take him out of Young Family Village, the Kleins wouldn’t have targeted the Lewises in the first place.
Before Hera could respond, a soft cough broke through the tension. Harrison stirred in the bed, his eyes fluttering open.
Hera pulled away quickly, wiping her tears. “Dad, you’re awake…”
Harrison took a shallow breath, his voice raspy with fatigue. “Where’s your mother?”
“Mom is in the ICU with Grandpa,” Hera answered quickly, but there was a flicker of concern in her eyes.
“And the box?” Harrison’s voice grew more urgent. “Where is your grandfather’s box?”
Hera pointed toward the table by the window, where the old man’s box rested, untouched. Harrison let out a small, relieved sigh when he saw it.
Just then, Lauren knocked on the door and entered, her expression softening when she saw Harrison awake. “Dad is awake. He wants to see Nash…”
Harrison struggled to sit up, but Lauren held up a hand. “He wants to see Nash alone, and none of us are allowed in.”
Understanding, Harrison lay back down, his eyes heavy with fatigue.
Lauren turned to Nash. “It seems like the old man has regained his memory. Go see him.”
Nash nodded, glancing at Hera one last time before heading out the door.
As he did, both Hera and Lauren noticed something—a large burn mark on his back, barely concealed by his shirt. But before either could speak, Hubert came out of the ICU, his face grim.
Rooney, ever impatient, immediately asked, “How’s the old man?”
Helena’s face twisted with concern. “My grandpa’s on his last breath. Can’t you show some respect?”
Rooney rubbed his neck awkwardly. “Alright, alright. You’re right, my good daughter. He’s still my father-in-law, after all…”
Hubert sighed deeply. “Both directors confirmed the old man won’t make it till morning. Even Nash can’t do anything.”
Rooney’s lips curled upward ever so slightly, though she didn’t show her satisfaction openly.
Hubert continued, his voice filled with concern. “There’s something else. The old man seems to have regained his memory. He wants to see Nash.”
At this, Rooney’s eyebrows shot up, panic flashing in her eyes. “Given the old man’s regard for Nash, his inheritance might fall into Harrison’s hands!”
Helena, however, merely raised an eyebrow. “Even at this critical moment, you’re still thinking about Grandpa’s inheritance? Once Kai and I are married, do you think we’ll be short of tens of millions?”
The conversation turned cold, and as Hubert left, the tension in the room remained thick. Both women knew that the stakes were rising, but their priorities couldn’t have been more different.
Meanwhile, in the quiet solitude of the room where Harrison lay, the future of the family’s legacy seemed uncertain, hanging by the thinnest thread.