When she saw how botched Ted's trick was, Yvette chuckled and walked away to talk to the rest of the Harris family.
"Did you just say that I can't get anything, Uncle Ted?" Charles smiled and said, "Iâm the president of Harris Corporation, so I managed to earn a good amount of money from working so hard. Besides, I hold only three percent shares working for a bunch of pests..."
"You can't say that." Feeling uncomfortable after hearing the word âpestsâ, Ted said, "You just told me that you didnât want to give up on the position of president, didnât you?"
Charles put his hand on his shoulder and patted it. "That was then. Iâve come around now. I will marry a woman I like, and when she gives birth, I will be able to get more shares. Whatâs more, someone else will be taking the position of the president. I donât even have to do anything besides sitting around and collecting money.â
Ted's expression changed unpredictably. No one knew what he was thinking about. After that, he said that he still had things to do and left in a hurry.
Charles stared at his back as he left in a hurry and sneered. He dropped the curvature on the corner of his lips and pushed the door into Master Harris' ward.
"What are you doing here?" Master Harris glared at him. "Get lost!"
Having said that, he grabbed a glass and hurled it at Charles.
Under Master Harrisâ gaze, Charles caught the glass and smashed it to the ground. He even crushed the broken pieces several times with his shoe.
"Whatâs the meaning of this?! Are you trying to provoke me?!" Master Harris was livid.
Charles raised his head and said in a lukewarm tone, "The handover work will start tomorrow and a lawyer will come over to take the three percent shares from me, is that right?"
"Are you regretting it now?" Master Harris sneered.
Charles did not answer but asked instead, "Can I know who you are transferring my three percent shares to, Grandpa?"
"Who I choose to transfer it to is none of your business!" Master Harris harrumphed again. "Itâs useless even if youâve regretted it now. You shouldâve thought of the consequences of your actions when you threatened me with a knife today!"
Charles tugged at his lips, a hint of sarcasm emerging in his eyes. "The three percent shares will be transferred to Justin's account. Whatâs more, Uncle Oscar and the rest have no knowledge about it, am I right?"
Master Harris' gaze sharpened abruptly, but he did not say anything.
"Since thatâs what youâre doing, someone will find out about it sooner or later," Charles said.
Master Harrisâ gaze was like a blade. He stressed every single word, "You told the rest?"
"I'm afraid you wonât believe me either even if I tell you that I didnât tell anyone," Charles said, "There may not be many intelligent people in the Harris family, but there arenât many foolish people either. I donât need to say anything and they will be able to figure it out themselves."
Master Harris got up from the hospital bed, picked up the teapot, and hurled it in Charles' direction. The teapot was made of silver, so it did not break when it fell to the ground. It rolled on the ground clattering for a while, splashing hot water all over the floor.
Although Charles had ducked out of the way as quickly as he could, a few drops of water still splashed on the back of his hand, turning it red instantly.
He could feel a burning sensation, but not once did he spare a glance at it.
"Should I ask the hospital to prepare more glasses and teapots for you seeing that you like smashing things so much, Grandpa?" Charles asked.
Master Harris coughed heavily and covered his lips with his hand. There seemed to be blood flowing out the gaps between his fingers.
He pointed at the door and yelled at Charles, "Get lost! It's useless even if youâve regretted it now. You wonât get a single penny when I die!"
"I didnât even say that Iâve regretted it. Iâm just here to tell you that I want to break off my marriage contract with the Jones family. As for the explanation to give to the Jones... I guess Iâll have to trouble you with that," Charles said.
Master Harris glared at him hard. He was fuming so badly that he could not say a word for a very long time.
Charles smiled at him, turned around to walk out, then closed the door.
"What did you say to your Grandpa?" Yvette was waiting for him at the door. The rest of the Harris family members had already left.
Charles replied, "Nothing."
Both mother and son entered the elevator in silence and left the hospital.
Before getting into the car, Yvette broke the silence. "Where do you want to go?"
"Iâm going to see Sophia." Charles got into the car and closed the door.
Yvette walked around to the other side and got in. "I think itâs best that you leave Soph alone. Donât back her into a corner. If it werenât for you, she wouldnât have turned to your grandpa to get him to help her leave.â
Charles put his right hand on his knee and started tapping lightly without a word.
"A new sober bar has opened up at Bamboo Virtues Village. Mind going there with me for a while?" Yvette asked.
Charles paused for a moment and said, "It makes no difference if you say the things you want to say to me here or there.â
Yvette did not say a word. She merely glanced in the driverâs direction.
"Iâll go get some drinks." The driver opened the door and got out of the car wittily.
When the door was closed, Yvette rubbed her brows and said, "Do you know the consequences you will get for threatening your grandpa with a knife?"
"Tomorrow, a lawyer will come over and take the three percent shares from me. Tomorrow onwards, I will also begin the handover process," Charles said.
Yvette stopped rubbing her brows and looked incredulously at him. "... Which position is your grandpa moving you to, then?"
"He didnât say," Charles said.
"!" Yvette's fingers trembled a few times. Even her voice started trembling. "Your grandfather is taking everything from you?"
Charles nodded, his expression unchanged.
"Do you know the condition your grandpa is currently in?!" Yvette was getting emotional.
"Yes," Charles said, "Stage four lung cancer with not much time left to live."
Yvette suppressed her voice and questioned, "If you know that, why did you still threaten your grandfather with a knife, then? Do you know that you wonât get anything at all if this continues!"
"I am very much aware of my own affairs. Don't worry about it, Mom," Charles said.
"You are my son. How can I just sit around doing nothing?" There was a complicated look on Yvetteâs face. "If you want to do anything, you can wait until your grandpa has passed away..."
Atrophy of Love: Mr. Harris, Stop Fooling Around!
ï¤Chapter 233 Is That Even A Place For Humans?
Charles cut her off straight away. "I canât. Grandpa was going to send Sophia to East Suburb Prison. No one, except for him, would be able to take Sophia out."
The crisscrossed scars on Sophia's body flickered in his mind. The blue veins on the back of his hand bulged up. Despite that, there were no noticeable fluctuations in his voice. "I can't let her suffer in that place anymore."
Dilemma was written all over Yvette's face. After a while, she said, "But this is your future, you..."
"I know my limits." Charles did not want to talk about it anymore.
Yvette let out a soft sigh. Two years ago, she had failed to stop Charles from breaking Soph's leg. Two years later, she now failed to stop Charles from giving up his career for Soph...
"Have you thought it through, then?" Yvette asked, "If you have nothing left, are you sure you can still protect Soph? Itâs challenging enough to...
even protect yourself."