Chapter 872

At midnight, the VIP ward corridor was deserted and eerily silent, not a soul in sight.

After the nurse finished her rounds and checked on Mr. York, she had barely left when a figure dressed as a janitor silently slipped into the room.

The room was quiet, with Mr. York fast asleep.

The man quickly pulled a prepared syringe from his jacket and aimed for York's

thin, veiny arm.

"Who are you?!"

Startled, Mr. York suddenly woke, his eyes wide and fixed on the man.

"I'm the new janitor, here for a late check-up," the man stuttered, clearly panicked and fumbling over his words.

"Nonsense! My caretakers are handpicked by my daughter. Who the hell are you?!"

Mr. York's alarm bells were ringing. Just as he was about to press the call button, the man grabbed him by the throat!

"I'm sorry, Mr. York, but I've got no choice now!"

With a menacing look, the man tightened his grip until York's pale face turned a shade of purple-red. Through gritted teeth, he said, "I've served the York family for over a decade. You've been kind, so the least I can do is let you die knowing the truth.

Mr. York, remember this in your next life: blood ties or not, trust can easily turn into betrayal!"

Hearing this, Mr. York felt as if struck by lightning, his lips trembling.

blame me, blame your

tears of resentment, York

loud crash, the door was

"Freeze! Hands up!"

imposing like a streak of lightning, burst into the room, his hands firmly gripping his

man let go and dashed

looking down from the tenth

kick, knocking

for attempted murder! You have the right to remain silent, but anything you say can and will be used

Aaron revealed the face of Zachary's

"I-I'll tell you everything!"

"Officer, I'll turn state's evidence, can I get a lighter sentence?! It wasn't me who wanted Mr. York dead! It was

team, "Get a warrant

Zachary at the airport, just as he was about

the officers discreetly covered his handcuffed wrists with a jacket to prevent any commotion, onlookers still

interrogation room, Zachary, always dignified in public, furiously banged the table with his handcuffed hands,

he?! I knew nothing about the drugs; it has

cold gaze, replied, "Chairman York, are you psychic, or just guilty? I haven't mentioned the drugs, yet you assume that's

card, "Captain Ashbourne, Aaron! Regardless, I am your

only Mr. York's adopted son, not his blood relative.

felt as if he'd been slapped multiple

illegal drugs but also

"Your secretary, looking for a way out, kept

you ordering the hit. With the

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