"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

if addressing someone with difficulty in comprehension. "The witness statement

man who worked for

him to

turned white. "When have I asked him

never did that!"

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

at this critical time? Didn't I repeatedly assure

is what happens. Even Dad can't help

I did not murder. How many times should I

need to speak to him. He won't

you. Dad also agreed with what I said just now," Josh's

frowned. "I've done all I could for you, but you messed

Beckett. No

you mean? Giving up on

hire the best attorney for you and work on reducing your sentence. I'll

I

Cliff.

on the table

a pen as he feared that David might use it to

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

looting a burning house!"

heavily, David bellowed, "I'm not dead yet! I might make it out one

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

my stocks,

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

you, and he'll never give

and stock

to

no point holding on to your stuff. You're likely getting a life sentence; even if I appeal

likely lose all your assets. It's a matter

ownership."

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