Chapter 461

In the hospital at this ungodly hour, the corridors were packed with people.

Michael’s hands gripped his cane, and he sat brooding in a corner. His expression was dark and stormy.

No one dared to utter a word, not even the usually boisterous Tiffanie, who was now curled up in a corner, wishing she could vanish into thin air.

The Dorsey family would be in chaos with Max’s accident. It was the calm before the storm. Everyone was on edge, waiting for news of Max from the emergency room.

Michael closed his eyes tightly and asked in a cold voice. “Where’s that disgrace?”

He was talking about Ryan. No one could have predicted that tonight, Ryan would go off the rails.

When Michael had asked Max to handle the situation with Ryan’s child, Ryan hadn’t raised any objections, had he? In just a few days, for the sake of his youngest son, Ryan had rammed into Max with his car right at the gates of the Dorsey estate.

With that single act, he’d thrown away everything he had within the Dorsey family.

William sat off to the side, a hint of glee in his eyes. With Max injured and hospitalized, and Ryan about to be exiled, plus the third son absent and not returning soon, he was the only one left in the Dorsey family..

Even if Michael were disappointed in William for the moment, all attention would have to be focused on him.

William couldn’t let Max leave the hospital unscathed. This was his best opportunity.

“Pop, Ryan’s locked up in the Dorsey estate. What do you want to do with him?”

“How should I deal with him?” Michael roared and slammed his cane down hard. “I wish that bastard would drop dead this instant! What has he done for the Dorsey family over these years. besides loafing around? He’s not content with fathering an illegitimate child and has now injured his own brother over that same kid!”

Michael’s chest heaved, and a shadow crossed his face. “Hand him over to the police. For intentional assault, let the law decide his fate.”

A smile flickered in William’s eyes. Michael was making a statement for Max – choosing justice over family and not even giving Ryan a chance at exile. It seemed Michael was truly done with Ryan as a pawn.

“Alright, Pop, you just cool down. I’ll have someone take care of it right away.”

Michael sneered, “Don’t think I don’t know what you’re plotting. Even if Max were to become crazy after this, this position is still his, and no one else in the Dorsey family should even dream of it!”

Michael had decided when Max was ten that he would be the heir to the Dorsey family. His youngest son had fought his way through Wall Street at sixteen and had never once disappointed him.

Michael’s high regard for this son was matched only by his disappointment in the others. Max’s journey was supposed to take the world at large and not just cling to Dorsey International.

It was the first time Michael had openly shown his preference for Max, sending a clear warning to William.

A flicker of hatred passed through William’s eyes, his mouth tasting bitter.

Even if Max went mad, he was still to be the heir. Fine, In that case, William would make sure Max never left the hospital alive. Then, no one could challenge hirm for the throne.

“Dad, you’ve got me wrong. I never thought about that. Max is in trouble, and I’m more worried than anyone.”

Too tired to argue, Michael closed his eyes and held his cane tightly.

The emergency room light was still on, and no one knew what condition Max was in.

In the oppressive silence, Faith’s crying broke the stillness. She ran over like a madwoman, dropping to her knees before Michael.

“Dad, Ryan just lost his head for a moment. Please don’t send him to jail. Dad, I’m begging you.

Spencer is also in trouble. I can’t lose my son and my husband. Dad, please.”

Faith was completely distraught. When she followed the ambulance to the hospital, she had heard about Ryan’s actions and felt like the world was collapsing. Then she got a text from Victoria saying Michael was sending Ryan to the police. She had rushed over as fast as she could.

“I know Ryan did wrong by Max, and he shouldn’t have done it. But Max is in surgery, and so is Spencer, Dad, on account of my years with the Dorsey family, I’ve never put a foot wrong. Please spare Ryan this time. We’ll leave for another place, and never to return to Beaconsfield. Please, Dad,”

As she spoke, Faith banged her head on the floor, and blood–streaked her forehead.

Michael felt weary but caught the key information. “What happened to Spencer?”

Tears fell from Faith’s eyes as she sobbed. “Brielle, she’s gone mad. She tried to kill Spencer. He’s lost so much blood, oh…”