Jojo and Coco's Unexpected Love

Chapter 495 Changing Harold’s Prescription

After his discharge from the hospital, Joseph threw himself into relentless studying and handling the affairs of the Whitman Group despite facing ridicule and scorn from others. Eventually, he came to realize that simply running the Whitman Group well was not enough if he wanted to truly become powerful.

To Preston and his family’s joy, Joseph resolutely chose to venture abroad for

entrepreneurship. He aspired to become an independent man, not merely one attached to the Whitmans.

His endeavors bore fruit as he achieved recognition in the business world. Harold, both delighted and anxious, busied himself with arranging matters about Joseph’s marriage. Joseph felt somewhat helpless, not wanting his life to be controlled by others, but he was willing to make concessions for Harold.

It was precisely at this moment that Chloe appeared. She was like a sun, bringing warmth to his otherwise dull and mundane life. Despite doing things that often upset him, he found himself enamored with her, feeling genuine joy whenever they were together.

As memories surged like turbulent tides, Joseph’s eyes deepened in contemplation. He crushed the burnt-out cigarette in the ashtray, his mind reaching a decision.

As night fell, a sudden downpour of rain began, accompanied by the roaring sound of thunder. Flashes of lightning pierced through the dark sky, casting an eerie glow that revealed the world shrouded in darkness.

Spencer was preparing to return to his dormitory with his colleagues after his shift. Walking along the pitch-black road, he suddenly heard footsteps behind him. Assuming it was his colleague, he turned back to greet them, only to find himself facing a chilling, ice-cold dagger against his throat.

make a sound. Your wife and child are in my hands. If you

my family! I’ll give you

wanted to rob

don’t want

what do you

you want?”

Harold’s attending doctor, right? From now on, you’ll

that! You can’t dispense medication without proper medical

and with a slight force, the blade cut into Spencer’s skin, drawing

pain, his face turning pale. “The hospital has regulations, and I don’t have the authority to do that.”

are made by people, and I believe you

child will suffer.”

brought a phone close to Spencer’s eyes. On the screen was a video showing a five or six-year-old girl crying out for her father while the woman beside