"Josh!" Upon seeing Josh, David's eyes gleamed enthusiastically as if he had found a sliver of hope.

Separated by a long table, David was about to limp over to Josh when the policeman on the watch

hurried over to pin him down out of concern he might lash out again.

Josh remained seated, but his disdain for his criminal brother was on full display from his back-leaning

posture, vigilant gaze, and downturned lips. To him, familial bonds had always been the most useless

thing in the Schmidt family.

In their youth, David had been Josh's playmate, but as adults, Josh regarded the foolish David merely

as a tool. He had cleaned up David's mess multiple times and spoiled him to no end, all to prevent

David from coveting his power.

His strategy had been to tame David and render David a dependent believer of his.

Alas, David was a dim-witted good for nothing.

The more Josh thought about it, the more he felt disgusted by David. Even until now, he did not think

he was in the wrong for framing David for murder. He'd done everything to save David, so it was only

fair for David to shoulder the blame.

"Josh, why am I charged with attempted murder? I've not done anything like that," David rambled, his

cracked lips trembling. "I'm innocent! They made a mistake! Someone's trying to frame me. Who did I

attempt to murder? I know nothing about that!"

"Calm down, David, and listen to me," Josh said, adopting a stern tone as he cleared his throat. He

slowly as if addressing someone with difficulty in comprehension. "The

man who worked for you, Magnus

him to silence your victims via

victims?" Stunned, David's face turned white. "When have

never did that!"

you have always listened to me.

I repeatedly assure you I'd get you out? Lose your patience,

is what happens. Even Dad can't

many times should I repeat myself?"

I need to speak to him. He won't

won't keep this from you. Dad also agreed with what I said just now,"

he frowned. "I've done all I could for you, but you messed it up all the time, even getting

Taylor and Jasper Beckett. No one

mean? Giving up on

work on reducing your sentence. I'll get the wardens to look

is the best I can do for

Cliff.

the table in front

he feared that David

fell on the stock transfer agreement, a sharp pain gripped his

looting a burning house!"

dead yet! I might make it out one day. How could

is too much! Even if I'm dead, Dad

my stocks, not

you haven't grasped the gravity of the situation, have

and he'll never

added, "Money and stock ownership are fleeting material possessions—you

them to

your stuff. You're likely getting a life sentence; even if I appeal to

sentence, you'll likely lose all your assets. It's a matter of time

ownership."

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