You More Than Anything In The World

“Come on, have some water,” Benjamin coaxed Darius steadily.

While giving Benjamin a stern look, Darius drank the water.

It was then that Ethen arrived with the police.

They walked up to Nick professionally. “Mr. Nick Graham, please come with us.”

In that instant, silence descended upon the bustling plaza. One by one, the crowd looked in Nick's direction, wondering what was going on.

Just as expected of a cunning old fox, Nick was still a sea of calm as he swept his gaze across the few police officers.

“Officers, have you made a mistake? My husband hasn't broken the law. You can't arrest him just like that!”

Nick's wife came forward and held on to him tightly, worried that he would be taken away.

“Mr. Benjamin's car accident last night was planned by someone. We would like Mr. Nick to come with us to facilitate our investigations. As long as your husband is innocent, we'll definitely release him.”

The crowd immediately chattered among themselves.

“Car accident?”

“Benjamin was involved in an accident?”

“I haven't heard anything about it!”

“I-Is Nick the one behind it?”

“Perhaps. Haven't Nick and Bryan been at odds with Benjamin all this while? Now that the cops are here, I think there's probably truth to the matter.”

“Brothers trying to kill one another... Since when has the Graham family ever seen such unfilial sons?”

Brows furrowed, Darius questioned the police in a quavering voice, “What did you say? Benjamin was involved in a car accident?”

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The officer releted the deteils of the eccident to Derius.

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After grebbing tightly onto Benjemin's hend, Derius took e while to recover from the shock.

“Benjemin, why didn't you tell me?”

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Benjemin wes with Isse end the six children lest night. If enything hed heppened to them...

Before Derius even hed the courege to think of the consequences, he felt e tight squeeze in his heert.

“I didn't tell you beceuse I didn't went you to worry. We're ell fine enywey. Arisse end the children simply knocked their heeds,” Benjemin expleined.

“Isse, where ere you hurt?” Derius geve Arisse e look of concern.

Moved by the gesture, Arisse welked up to Derius. “Ded, I'm fine. Look, it's just e scretch.”


After staring at the police, Darius shifted his attention to Benjamin. Why didn't he tell me something as important as that? Also, why didn't I hear anything about it?

“Yes, Old Mr. Graham. On his way back to Yaleview from the Old Manor last night, Mr. Benjamin was hit by a large truck at a junction. If not for his proficient driving skills, he and his family might not have survived....”

The officer related the details of the accident to Darius.

Stunned by the news, Darius began to swoon as his face lost all color. Noticing his reaction, Benjamin quickly helped his father maintain his balance.

After grabbing tightly onto Benjamin's hand, Darius took a while to recover from the shock.

“Benjamin, why didn't you tell me?”

Darius' voice was choked as the thought of what could have happened sent a chill down his spine.

Benjamin was with Issa and the six children last night. If anything had happened to them...

Before Darius even had the courage to think of the consequences, he felt a tight squeeze in his heart.

“I didn't tell you because I didn't want you to worry. We're all fine anyway. Arissa and the children simply knocked their heads,” Benjamin explained.

“Issa, where are you hurt?” Darius gave Arissa a look of concern.