Chapter 1017: Chapter 1020

“Okay,” Weston nodded.

“I’ll do that. You should get some rest now. I’ll handle everything from here…”

“You’ve always been lukewarm when it comes to Zack,” Warren interjected.

“How can I trust that you’ll take this matter seriously?!”

“Grandpa,” Weston quickly interrupted him.

“Zack is a member of the Ford family no matter what. The blood that flowed in his veins flows in mine.”

Weston had always been cold and aloof, even with family. He was just never one to express much warmth or affection to anyone.

But even he was not so cold-blooded as to turn a blind eye to Zachary’s death.

https://novelebook.com/mr-ford-is-jealous-bd1969.html?dev=tl “Good, I hope you remember those words of yours!”

Warren’s grief had reached the degree where he could not even shed another tear. With reddened eyes, he stood there trembling, reiterating, “The murderer must be caught! That’ll be the only way my great-grandson can be buried in peace!”

After a while, the sound of crying in the room finally faded. Weston sat down on a chair and massaged his brows vigorously. He could feel his temples throbbing ,bringing with it a wave of dreariness.

Then he heard the sound of rushing footsteps approaching him.

It was Chris. He stormed towards him and frantically yelled, “I heard from your grandpa that someone poisoned Zack!”

He clearly still had not recovered from the terrible blow that was the news of Zack’s death. His eyes were bright red as he demanded, “Who did that to him?! I want that person to pay with their life!”

Weston massaged the point between his brows, suppressing his tumultuous emotions.

“It’s still under investigation,” he coldly told Chris, looking straight at him.

“Right now, you should calm down a little.”

“How could I possibly calm down?!” Chris grabbed Weston’s collar and pulled him up.

This irked Weston very much. Of course, Chris was far inferior in strength, but it was still his father whether he liked it or not, and it gave him no choice but to stand up along with him.

“Dad…”

“Why aren’t you the slightest bit upset?!” Chris went straight to the point and demanded .

“Zack is dead! Yet here you are looking indifferent! You really never regarded him as your own son, have you?!”

By then, they were the only people in the room. The rest had left earlier to keep vigil at Zachary’s side.

Weston couldn’t help but find his father’s question laughably ludicrous.

“Is he my son?” he asked.

Chris drew a sharp breath. Without hesitation he countered, “But he’s still your flesh and blood! He’s like your own younger brother!

“And now, he just died all of a sudden!” he stressed, his eyes as red as ever.

“Someone just poisoned him to death for no apparent reason, and this is how you react?!”

“How should I have reacted?” argued Weston.

“Should I have reacted like you, crying and screaming hysterically Weston shoved his father’s hands aside, eyes frosty.

“And what good did that bring???”

“Weston, you…”

“I will get to the bottom of this,” Weston cut him off impatiently.

“But for now, please don’t bring me any more trouble, and just get out of my way.”

“Weston!” Chris roared, his shame turning into rage.

But after a moment of silence, that ballooning anger suddenly popped, quickly dissipating through the gaping hole. Only exhaustion remained now.

“You blame me, don’t you?”

Chris closed his eyes, suddenly realizing that they were filled with tears.

“You hate me, don’t you? You hate this father of yours because he pushed all the responsibilities onto your shoulders, don’t you?”

Weston stopped in his tracks. His posture stiffened slightly. For Chris to say such things to him now, Weston could only find it ridiculously laughable. All it did was fill him with cold, empty anguish.

“He’s dead now, so what’s the point of hating you?”

Chris couldn’t find the right words to say. He was overflowing with pent-up emotions, and too many feelings had piled on him to the point he was unable to bear them anymore. He had to find a way to let out what he had suppressed for so long.

“I know that you must hate me and blame me for all this! But what can I do, Weston? I had no choice …

You know the position I was in! What else could I do?”

Weston turned around abruptly, and with bloodshot eyes, he punched his father in the face.

“What else could you have done? If you kept your distance from Guinevere back then, would any of this ever happen?”