The Jilted Heiress' Return To The High Life

Chapter 1600

Chapter 1600:

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Farris nodded weakly, his voice barely audible. “I willingly leave all my assets to Corrine Holland.”

Before the final syllable left his lips, the door crashed open.

Tracy burst into the room like a tempest, addressing the lawyer with barely contained rage. “Farris is delirious from his illness. His words are meaningless and legally invalid!”

The lawyer’s brow creased slightly. “I can assess his competence myself, so your concerns are unnecessary.”

“You!” Tracy shot him a venomous glare before swiveling toward the frail figure in the hospital bed. “Farris, your shares directly impact the company’s stability. Had you bequeathed them to other family members, I wouldn’t protest, but how can you surrender everything to an outsider like Corrine? If not for her meddling, would the Ashton family have fallen so far from grace? Now you’re handing her the shares, deliberately sabotaging our legacy! Besides, Bruce was your chosen successor. He has devoted years of his life to the company. Others may remain ignorant of his sacrifice, but you know the truth all too well. How can Bruce possibly maintain his leadership if you transfer the shares to Corrine?”

As Tracy’s bitter accusations filled the room, Farris felt a viselike pressure constricting his chest, each breath becoming increasingly labored.

flushed crimson as the medical monitors surrounding his bed erupted in shrill, ominous

filled

surged into the room. “Everyone out

other Ashton family members arrived, they discovered Tracy hovering anxiously by

“How is Farris?”

assure us his condition was stable? What

rapid succession, faces etched with concern

gaze, panic shadowing her features as she mumbled,

attempting to slip away and discreetly extracted herself from the gathered family

Tracy positioned herself directly in the lawyer’s path, her eyes fixed on his briefcase. “I overheard your

lips curved into a thin, professional smile. “I apologize, but that simply isn’t possible. Without my client’s explicit permission, no

sidestepped Tracy and continued toward the

from his illness. He spouts nonsense, but if

adjusting his tie. “Thank you for the warning, Mrs.

yearned to press further, but the memory of Farris’ precarious condition forced her to reluctantly retreat. Deep down,