Chapter 443 Shrewd All His Life

"You bastard! I'm your father! I don't understand why I raised such a coward child like you. Can't you be
any more ambitious? Look at your cousin!"

Derrick's voice blared in the entire room. He was so furious that his veins on the neck almost popped
while his blood rose to his face.

Just as he furiously shouted at his son, Charles and Hardy walked to the door and prepared to barge in
uninvited

Suddenly, Charles frowned and halted on his tracks upon hearing a faint sound.

"Why are you stopping? Let's go!" his father asked in confusion, furrowing his brows tightly.

However, the young man placed his index finger on his lips, shushing, and merely narrowing his eyes.

But to the least of their knowledge, Joseph had already heard Hardy's voice. So, he hurriedly put the
oxygen mask on Derrick and warned, "Dad, don't say anything. Here comes Charles."

Immediately, Derrick shut his eyes and pretended to still be unconscious.

At the same time, Joseph jumped in on the pretense and burst into tears. "Father, you have been so
wronged. It's all because of that bastard Hiram! Don't worry! I will avenge you right now!"

he blurted out before storming out of the ward in staggering steps.

However, before he could completely leave, Charles had already pushed the door open and walked in
with his father, Hardy.

"Charles, it's you who hurt my father! You should pay the price with your life!" As Joseph mournfully
yelled at his cousin, he overlooked the fact that it was Derrick––his father––who caused the car



incident. And every word he uttered pierced through Charles like a sharp knife.

On the other side of the ward was Derrick, who broke into a cold sweat while listening to his son's
sentiments.

"Joseph, stop it. I didn't hurt Derrick. The car accident was a farce schemed by your father himself. It
has nothing to do with me! You're lucky that he is still alive. I don't think anyone should be responsible
for it but himself!" Charles took out his phone, aiming to show the evidence he gathered to back his
claim.

However, Joseph didn't even look or glance at it. Instead, he pushed Charles away and cursed, "You
are a liar! You have always been one! Do you think you deserve to be my brother? I have done nothing
but give in and yield to you! I have even given up the TS Group for you! What else do you want?"

As Joseph poured out his sentiments, tears began rolling down his cheeks.

"I didn't ask you to do that for me, Joseph. How about I ask grandpa to hand over the TS Group to you
now?" A little pang of hurt and disappointment rose in Charles. Although he had always been so cold
and distant to his cousin, the latter was still his family. But even with this, he couldn't just forget the
betrayal of his uncle.

Before Joseph could even refuse, a faint cough sounded, causing Charles and Hardy to be stunned.

With eyes on stalks, both of them gazed at Derrick, who was lying on the bed.

"Is your father awake?" Hardy asked happily.

"Dad, are you awake?" Joseph asked, pretending to be surprised.

Still determined to continue with their deceit, Derrick closed his eyes tightly, wary that Charles would
find out the truth.



He merely coughed just to remind his coward of a son to quickly grab Charles' offer of handing the
company over to him.

As long as he owned the TS Group, he would have countless wealth, power and influence.

What the hell was Joseph still hesitating about?

So, to urge his son, Derrick decided to warn him with a cough.

In fact, Joseph was not stupid at all. He just got used to being idle these past few years that being in
the limelight of things didn't interest him anymore.

But he knew that he couldn't let Charles know that his father had already woken up. So instead, he
uttered, "He probably just have a lump in his throat. If you don't believe me, take a closer look. He
doesn't seem like he's going to wake up any time soon."

Then, he purposely cried, "Dad! Dad! Please wake up now! Tell me how Hiram hurt you! I'll find him
and avenge you!"

"I told you, your father's car accident has nothing to do with Hiram. Why don't you believe me?" Charles
said coldly. His face now turned grim, and his jaw hardened.

"You are such a hypocrite, aren't you? You want me to take over the TS Group, right? Well, since you
said that yourself, don't you dare go back on your word!" This time, Joseph's voice had become so
firm––much different from how a coward would sound amidst an adversity. And as he wiped his tears,
his sharp gaze locked at his cousin.

"Charles, you don't actually mean that, do you?" Of course, Hardy didn't want his son to give the TS
Group to Joseph. There was no way he'd let that happen after all their painstaking efforts.



So, clenching his fist, he mediated and asked his son in an attempt to remind him how foolish his
decision was.

But to Hardy's surprise, Charles didn't regret it at all. In fact, there was no hint of bitterness etched on
his son's face.

"Alright. Come on! I'll take you to see grandpa now." Charles managed to flash a smile as those words
escaped his lips.

"Just to remind you, it's you who offered the company to me. I didn't forcefully take it." Joseph's
cautious tone exhibited how he still wanted to avoid conflict with their grandfather.

More than that, he had always known Charles as a man who desired power and influence. And hearing
that he was giving up the TS Group evidently left him dumbfounded to his feet.

"Yes, you're right." Charles nodded with a nonchalant face, leaving his cousin even more in disbelief.

"Okay, let's go," Joseph agreed reluctantly while keeping his gaze as sharp as he could.

"Let's go."

Seeing that he couldn't stop them, Hardy could only sigh and shake his head.

So, the three of them walked out of Derrick's ward one after another. And the moment the door was
shut entirely, Derrick slowly opened his eyes.

A grin soon found its way on his lips; he gladly thought that he was finally about to get the TS Group. It
was all that he had wanted ever since, even putting his own life at risk. But, to the least of his
expectation, his son, who had been a cowardice, could get it without exerting any effort.

'If the TS Group is in Joseph's hands, it's already as good as being mine.



Ha! This is great!

Since managing isn't my son's strongest suit, I got that covered!

I'll make him a puppet CEO!'

With a smug, Derrick imagined the future with the TS Group under his control. Because of this blissful
news, he had forgotten entirely the accident that almost cost him his life.

Such individuals, who valued money above everything else, really existed. And for Derrick, the value of
his life was not worth mentioning.

As the saying goes, people die for wealth––and Derrick was no different.

Meanwhile, as the cunning man celebrated his yet confirmed success in his ward, Joseph and Charles
had arrived at Frederic's ward.

At the sight of their grandfather, Joseph's eyes immediately turned puffy red. "Grandpa, I've been
having a hard time! On top of that, I miss you and my family very much!" he dramatically cried.

Although Frederic still felt sorry for Joseph, he couldn't show a pitiful face. After all, it was the latter's
fault. The old man thought his grandson should pay the price for it.

"If you didn't stir any trouble, she would not call the police!" Frederic scowled in disgust.

"Grandpa, it's all because of that bitch! It's Nancy who framed me. Forget it. Let's not talk about it
today. Charles has something to tell you." Joseph stood straight and glanced at his cousin before
reminding, "Right, Charles?"

The latter, who still stood domineering, smiled casually.



"Joseph, you are so ungrateful! It was Charles who asked the police to let you out. How could you not
show any gratitude?" On one corner of the ward sat Angelina, piercing her tenacious eyes at her
nephew.

When Joseph came in with her son, the woman felt beads of cold sweat forming on her forehead.

She was apparently nervous to see the former talking to Frederic in such a severe tone. More than
that, she was afraid that Joseph would take over the TS Group, and judging from the situation, he was
here to negotiate about that.

"Auntie, grandpa will be unhappy if you say that. I'm also his grandson. Will grandpa just stand by and
do nothing if Charles doesn't get me out? Is your son so conceited that he won't listen to him?" With his
condescending and mocking tone, it was evident that Joseph was using the patriarch of the entire Fu
family. At this point, Frederic was only person he could rely on.


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