Chapter 474

Chapter 474 Seeing the Photos

Chloe froze for a moment and then hastily changed the subject. “Grandpa, I bought you your favorite

pastry.”

“You’re the best, my sweet. That brat has never bothered to get me anything,” Harold said.

“Yeah, I’ve never gotten you pastries. I merely took care of the mess in the Whitman Group that was

worth over 100 thousand dollars,” Joseph remarked casually as he descended the stairs.

He had changed into his home outfit.

“Taking care of me and doing business are two completely different things. Don’t get them mixed up,”

Harold retorted.

“All right then, from now on, I’ll stop taking care of the Whitman Group’s affairs and will focus solely on

buying pastries for you,” Joseph replied. He was dressed in a navy blue silk pajama that softened his

edges, making him more approachable.

“Shut it. Don’t go saying things that’ll upset me.”

Chloe patted Harold’s shoulder and said, “Everyone has their expertise. Jojo’s intelligent and a natural

leader in the business world. Asking him to buy pastries is a waste of his talents. As for me, I enjoy

shopping and buying things, so leave this task to me.”

“Listen to how well Chloe speaks. Yet you. You’re always jabbing at people like a wasp. No one will like

you if you don’t change your attitude,” he praised Chloe, while simultaneously admonishing Joseph.

Ignoring him, Joseph served a bowl of soup to Chloe and said, “Eat up. It’s good for your health.”

“Okay.” She took small sips of the soup, but halfway through, her face scrunched up and she tightly

closed her mouth, trying to suppress the urge

to throw up.

“Grandpa, go ahead and eat. I need to go to the restroom,” she said.

Harold watched her leave and sternly admonished Joseph, “Make sure to handle things properly. If you

need to compromise, then do it. A real man knows when to yield and when to stand firm. Don’t seek

temporary satisfaction and regret it for a lifetime.”

“I know,” Joseph responded calmly, taking the words to heart.

“When you two remarry, I’ll give you your father’s note,” Harold added.

Joseph looked up, his gaze deep and unreadable. “You can give it to me now. Chloe and I will remarry

sooner or later.”

“Absolutely not. I won’t give it to you until you two are remarried,” Harold asserted firmly,

refusing to yield.

Joseph shrugged nonchalantly. Time was on his side, and all he needed was to know the

contents of the letter.

Observing the scene from the sidelines, Patrick could not help but sigh emotionally. Chloe was truly a

lucky star. In the past, Joseph visited Harold fewer times a year as compared to just this one month.

Patrick hoped that such peaceful and uneventful days would stretch on

indefinitely.

Suddenly, a pleasant piece of instrumental music began to play, causing Joseph to stop his action. He

turned his head and looked at Chloe’s phone on the table.

Craning his neck, Harold asked curiously, “Huh? Why’s Tyson calling Chloe?”

Joseph frowned. “I have no idea.”

“Then answer it.”

Joseph looked briefly toward the restroom, then used a slender finger to swipe the screen of Chloe’s

phone to answer the call.

“We’re lucky that you told me about it early. We intercepted some photos that were posted online from

within the country. We traced the IP address, and we’re on our way to apprehend that

person now.”

Tyson’s voice came through, and there was noise in the background, faintly accompanied by the

sounds of traffic.

Joseph did not put it on speaker, and Harold looked at him eagerly, “What’s Tyson saying?”

Upon hearing the unexpected voice, Tyson fell silent for a few seconds before cautiously asking, “Are

you at the family home?”

“She’s in the restroom.”

Tyson’s voice trembled slightly. “Joe?”

Cutting to the chase, Joseph asked, “What photos are you talking about?”

Despite being the detective here, Tyson felt like he was being interrogated at that moment.

“Chloe didn’t tell you, so I can’t tell you either. It’s related to another individual’s privacy. You know the

law. Don’t put me in a difficult position.”

Joseph’s gaze turned cold, and his tone hardened. “I’m her husband. I have the right to know.”

“Please don’t make things difficult for me…’

“Okay, then. I guess I’ll just have to drop by the station for a chat.” Feeling a headache coming on,

Tyson sighed, “Fine, fine. I’ll tell you.”