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.

the cords in his neck

his voice a thunderclap. "Shut

only deepened. "Harold, you have to help Joseph. Morris is ruthless, taking his brother's arm. Joseph's life is

edge, snapped at the sight of Barbara's disarray and incessant tears. His hand lashed out, striking her with a force that sent her crashing to

gaze from his bed, his eyes

voice dripping with disdain. "I gave you everything, and 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."

who managed to heal Phoebe," Harold remarked, casting a sidelong glance at

on the bed.

the mention of Morris and the girl healing

isn't it? Morris, not known for his affections, was gentle with this girl, even escorting her personally. But she's something too, healing Phoebe in no

and Barbara curtly, Take

your own brother do it It's 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

staggered to her feet,