“I intervened to save the Mitchell family’s face. How else would you have obtained the news so promptly?” Bryson responded with a cold, faint smile.
“In the month I was away, did you think you could manage the Mitchell Group, uncles?”
The two of them cowered like quails, their earlier arrogance completely gone.
Franco closed his eyes for a moment and asked, his voice thick with emotion, “What do you want?”
“The two options remain. Why don’t you make the choice, Uncle Darryl?”
A shiver ran down Darryl’s spine.
Hurst’s legs had been broken beyond repair. If his hands met the same fate, it would render him completely disabled.
Thinking of this, Darryl turned to plead with Franco.
But Hannah interrupted him before he could even get a word out.
“It should be all right, Mr. Mitchell. You can always raise another son.”
“You!” Darryl exploded at her words. His fists clenched and unclenched at his sides, his teeth gnashing audibly.
“Fine! I’ll send him to a psychiatric hospital, but you must never make trouble with him again!”
Bryson cocked his head to the side.
“Agreed. Of course, if this is another one of your tricks, then I shall be forced to take action.
I won’t be as lenient next time.”
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In the end, Bohumil and Darryl left the villa all upset and disgruntled.
Bryson stood to take his leave, but Franco stopped him.
“Did you have to be so ruthless?”
Bryson didn’t even break his stride, nor did he glance back.
“What would you do if something did happen to me tonight?”
Franco had no answer to that. Bryson walked out as his silence stretched.
Hannah got up as well.
“I probably shouldn’t tell you this, Mr. Mitchell,” she told Franco.
“But I feel like it needs to be said.