Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks by Caspian Wood

My Billionaire Family 40

Chapter 40

The 886 VII' room at Betrico's elite private hospital, part of the Chisers Group, looked like a war zone. Shards of glass, blankets, and pillows were strewn about, with a bowl of risotto sitting forgotten, its steam now just a faint whisper. Joseph was a disaster, sprawled on the hospital bed. His eyes, bring with rage and bloodshot, contrasted sharply with his usual polished and suave demeanor. His hair was a mess, and his face was rough with stubble

Up close, the emptiness of one sleeve in his loose hospital gown was evident with a subtle red stain seeping through the

white fabric.

Huddled in the corner, a woman wept uncontrollably, her composure shattered. It was Barbara, Harold's current wife and Joseph's birth mother. Her usual elegance was replaced by smeared makeup and a disheveled appearance, as if she had aged a decade in a single night.

This chaos had persisted since Joseph woke that morning, realizing Morris had taken his arm. His violent outbursts had been relentless-smashing objects, chasing off medical staff, and even attempting to strangle his own mother.

Clutching a bowl of untouched risotto, Barbara forced herself to stand and approached Joseph's bedside. Joseph, please, eat something. We'll get through this. I promise we'll fix your hand, she sobbed, her voice breaking.

cords in his neck standing

voice a

help Joseph. Morris is ruthless, taking his brother's arm. Joseph's life

lashed out, striking her with a force

an indifferent gaze from his bed, his eyes

this is what you've raised-someone who'd drug Phoebe. How am I supposed to show my face now? You've ruined him with your coddling." Turning to Joseph, he spat, "And you actually caused harm and left a

who managed to heal

on the bed.

girl healing Phoebe, Joseph's eyes widened with a

for his affections, was gentle with this girl, even escorting her personally. But she's something too,

Barbara curtly, Take care of yourselves." Then he

not my fault; you're too uncontrollable Chivers Group will only be mine. Inside the room, Barbara remained on the floor, while Joseph closed his eyes, his left hand balling into a fist, with veins bulging. When he opened his eyes, he

halted, and she staggered to her feet, asking. Joseph, what did you