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    “Are you really going to just stand there and watch Harold murder Charlie?!”


    Jacob’s voice boomed with fury as he witnessed Harold swinging an axe at Charlie.


    Meanwhile, Lady Wilson and Christopher remained unfazed, lounging inside the house as they observed the chaos unfolding in the courtyard, their eyes barely flickering.


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    Lady Wilson was singrly focused on the vi at this moment.


    Everything else was of little concern to her!


    It’s often said that with agees an insatiable greed!


    Historically, kings sought to construct grander pces andvish tombs as they aged.


    Thus, Lady Wilson, as she grew older, yearned to enhance her quality of life.


    The elderlydy dreamed of residing in a more opulent home and wished for a dignified burial in an exquisite resting ce.


    She longed for boundless glory and riches in her next life!


    This exins why the older generation often prepares extravagant coffins and borate graves for themselves.


    Consequently, regardless of the circumstances today, Lady Wilson was determined to acquire that magnificent vi valued at a staggering one hundred thirty million dors!


    If Harold happened to kill Charlie in the process, that was irrelevant to her as long as she could secure the vi.


    Jacob and ire looked at their so-called rtives, whose hearts seemed as cold as ice.


    These were the individuals they were connected to by blood!<fn3a68> This content belongs to Find[?]ovel</fn3a68>


    These rtives were willing to orchestrate a plot to rob them of their property, even prepared to resort to murder to achieve their goals!


    At that moment, Christopher casually remarked, “Brother, why are you so concerned? Harold is merely ying around. Why take it so seriously? Besides, if he does hurt Charlie, it doesn’t matter since he’s not part of the Wilson family anyway.”


    To him, Charlie was just a powerless son-inw, and he believed there was little Charlie could do, even if Harold inflicted severe harm.


    Moreover, if Charlie were to die, they could easily seize the vi from him.


    That vi, worth one hundred thirty million dors, was a golden opportunity as property values were skyrocketing!


    If they managed to acquire the vi from Charlie, they could allow the olddy to live there, and by the time she passed, its value would likely soar to at least two hundred million dors!


    Two hundred million dors! Who could resist such temptation?


    “I don’t have a brother like you!”


    Jacob shouted in frustration, grabbing a mop to strike Harold.


    Christopher’s expression shifted to worry, fearing for his son’s safety. He rushed forward to intervene.


    “This is your own doing! You really don’t want to find a way out, do you?”


    Before he could finish, Jacob swung the mop, but Christopher dodged just in time, the stick grazing his shoulder, causing him to cry out in pain.


    Seeing her usually gentle father react with such anger, ire felt a surge of hatred for the Wilson family, all while worrying for Charlie’s safety.


    Charlie, gripping the axe de, red at Harold and taunted, “Harold, let me be clear. You’ve never posed a threat to me, and you never will because you’re utterly useless!”


    “Go to hell, Charlie!”


    Harold seethed with rage. “You’re nothing but trash, and you dare speak to me like that…”


    Before he could finish his thought, Charlie seized Harold’s wrist and forcefully twisted it back.


    A sharp ‘pop’ echoed, followed by Harold’s agonizing scream.


    Charlie had bent Harold’s right hand back at an unnatural angle!


    Harold copsed to the ground, howling in pain.


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