"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

addressing someone with difficulty in comprehension. "The

are against you. The man who worked for you, Magnus Vale, was caught in the

you instructed him to silence

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

never did that!"

shook his head helplessly. "David, you have always listened to me. Why did you

at this critical time? Didn't I repeatedly assure you I'd get you out? Lose

Even Dad

not murder. How many times should I repeat

Dad now! I need to speak to him. He won't give up on me—I'm his

from you. Dad also agreed with

all I could for you, but you messed it up all the time, even

Beckett. No one could save

you mean? Giving

work on reducing your

I can do for you as a brother."

Cliff.

the hint, Cliff placed a file on the table in front of David. Being

pen as he feared that David might

the stock transfer agreement, a sharp pain gripped his chest.

looting a burning house!"

dead yet! I might

yourself and eye my stock ownership? This is too much! Even if I'm dead, Dad

my stocks, not

haven't grasped the gravity of the situation, have you? Dad would have saved you if

you, and he'll

added, "Money and stock ownership are fleeting

them to

likely

a matter of

ownership."

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