Chapter 864: He's Not My Son

Stella said, "Nothing. I just want him to know that I'm safe at Sherry's house, and my phone isn't
working."

"Okay, I'll pass it on to Mr. Conrad." Nathan paused before speaking over the phone, "Mrs. Conrad, Mr.
Conrad has a meeting tonight, and he won't be home till late. So, you should rest early without him."

In the hospital.

Nathan walked over and handed the phone back to Clarence, "Mrs. Conrad seemed good."

Clarence gave a short, low reply and put the phone back in his pocket.

The blinding flash of light in the emergency room shone through a few feet away.

Chassell had been in there for several hours, and the surgery was not over yet.

Clarence turned his head and asked lightly, "How is the case going?"

"Winnie has filed a lawsuit against Chassell this afternoon. The cops have abundant proof of Chassell's
violation against Winnie." Nathan said, "And Mr. Shawn said vital evidence had been lost. It is barely
possible to win the case unless there are any new developments."

"What about Channing?"

Nathan continued, "The crowd of journalists had dismissed half an hour ago, and Channing temporarily
stayed in the police department."

Clarence ordered, "Dig out how Chassell was released on bail. Don't let any suspects slip under your
eyes."



Nathan replied to him, "I've settled it all with the City N Press's journalist. She agreed to put the New
Coast project on air. But Mr. Conrad … it can help Young Master Justin. I'm afraid that we will end up
with nothing."

…

Clarence stayed composed. "I don't care. I've prepared for the battle since long ago."

"Then … how about Mrs. Conrad?"

After a while, Clarence said, "I'll send her to Riverside City tomorrow morning."

Nathan said concernedly, "But I'm afraid that Mrs. Conrad will get suspicious."

"How long do you think we can lie to her? Stella is smart. I guess we have done our best if we can hide
the truth until tomorrow morning."

Nathan fell into silence.

In today's network era, news traveled fast. It was hard to sweep things under the rug.

Clarence gave a cold, curt reply and drifted his gaze to the emergency room. "As long as Chassell can
survive tonight, everything will be much easier."

Nathan gave a simple nod. "I'm going to arrange the other things first."

Clarence sat on the chair in the corridor. His expression was distant, and no one knew what he was
thinking.

Winnie arrived.

Daniel came a little later than Winnie.



None of them would expect to see this happen. They were gathering outside the emergency room
because of a scumbag, praying for his safety.

At half-past ten, the lights in the emergency room finally went off.

The doctor took off his mask and came out, looking at the few people waiting outside with gloomy
faces. After a pause, he said, "Are you family members of the patient?"

Winnie said, "We hate him."

The doctor was struck dumb.

Clarence asked, "Is he still alive?"

The doctor said with a nod, "The patient is out of the woods now, but he was in serious condition:
broken ribs and damaged internal organs. He is held in the intensive care unit. If he can survive within
72 hours, then he will be fine. So, the following 72 hours are critical, and you'd better stay with him, talk
to him. That will help awaken the unconscious brain and speed the recovery."

There was a long silence.

Winnie felt it a little ridiculous. She hated Chassell and wished him dead. But now, Winnie had to help
him to stay alive.

After a few seconds' hesitations, Winnie followed the doctor out.

Only Daniel and Clarence were in the corridor.

Daniel looked at him. "What now?"

Clarence said, "Does William know about it?"



Daniel shook his head. "I haven't told him. He would immediately return if he knew. Then Ms. Radomil
might know about this."

Clarence said, "You can tell him now. I will send Stella to Riverside City tomorrow morning."

"What about Channing?"

"He's not my son."

Daniel was speechless.

Clarence turned back while leaving. "Oh, a little heads-up. Remind him that Channing fights his life for
this person. If he wants to mend things with Channing, tell him not to waste time."

Daniel heaved a quiet sigh and said, "Okay."

After Clarence left, Daniel fished out his phone and dialed the number.

…

At eleven o'clock in the evening, an article titled "Conrad Group was demanded to explain for the New
Coast's shocking loopholes" instantly swept the Internet.

The article listed and analyzed several biggest problems with the New Coast project with detailed
graphs and numbers.

The outline was clear and organized.

At the same time, the police circulated a notice about Winnie's case. The police built a case on
Chassell for violating others' privacy and defamation others, and launched a legal investigation on
Chassell.



But the Conrad Group's juicy news had seized the public's attention. People seldom talk about Winnie's
case.

Some people caught the news but quickly swiped it away. They knew nothing more than Chassell was
a scumbag who deserved to be in jail. Some left comments down there, "I shall not trouble my sleep
over it even if he dies in jail. You're awesome! It's brave to speak out for yourself! Never show a
scumbag your mercy!

Conrad Group's news indeed stirred up big waves in public.

Hundreds of large and small companies around Asia had been incorporated into the plan. And it was
vital to the establishment and development of the new economic zone. That meant it was related to
everyone's interests.

The public anger instantly pumped up. They demanded a reasonable explanation from Conrad Group.

Several large partnership companies were dragged into this muddy pool.

Steward Group couldn't get away with this.

The phone kept ringing throughout the Conrad Group building.

They were from different partnership companies and media.

The assistant knocked on the door, "Mr. Conrad, I found it. The reporter of this article is Daphne,
working at City N Press, and she held a grudge with Stella."

Justin sat there, his hands clasped together on the desk, and gaped at the article on the computer
screen silently.

The assistant said, "Mr. Conrad, should I take care of that reporter?"



Justin leaned back after a long time, and a brief smile crossed his face. "Leave it."

"She is just telling the truth, isn't it?"

Justin turned around, "How's Chassell?"

The assistant reported, "I just got the news. He's in the intensive care unit."

Justin said, "Well, what a pity. I think it would be better if he died."

The assistant knew Justin's intention. "I will go take care of it now."

"Make Jon go. I guess it won't take any longer for my brother to make the next move. Keep your eyes
on that."


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