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To Be Yours Again by Taylor

Chapter 591
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Chapter 591 I'd Rather He Die

Alfred walked into the hospital ward, staring fixedly at the man lying on the bed.

"Huh," he scoffed, then stayed silent.

He hadn't thought much of it when he heard that Mortimer had gotten into a car accident. At most, the man had

some bad scratches, but after hearing from the doctor that Mortimer was in a coma from the accident, he didn't

know what to feel.

A coma...

No one could've imagined Mortimer Faust, that proud, selfish man, would end up in that state. Alfred really was

speechless.

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The door opened, and in came a familiar face, though it was the first time they had met in person.

"Heard he's a vegetable now." Max Pearson walked in. He had just gotten off a flight that was supposed to take him

straight to Jade. He hadn't considered paying Mortimer a visit until hearing what happened.

Alfred frowned. "Are you still keen on your revenge with him like this?"

"Revenge? What revenge do I need to take?’ Max scoffed. Sure, his mother had cheated on his father with

Mortimer, and yes, he did despise everyone related to the man. But ever since he had a new love interest, he

hadn't bothered growing that hate further. "I'm just here to see the state he's in."

He went up to the bed and examined Mortimer's wound-ridden body. With the oxygen mask over his face, he really

did look like he might die at any moment. Obviously, Max found much joy in this.

"I won't do anything to him, don't you worry,' he told Alfred. "This is a way better punishment for him than death."

Confined, unable to move, wandering in who knows where between life and death. Perfect hell for a man like

Mortimer Faust.

Max then gazed at Alfred for a moment before taking a picture of Mortimer on the bed. "You haven't told Alec,

right? I'll help you out. You don't need to thank me.’

He then texted the picture to Alec along with the message, "Your father's now a vegetable.’ With that, he left the

room.

Alfred truly didn't mind Max's action. It wasn't like he could do anything to change the state Mortimer was in. The

most he could do was get him a VIP ward and have some private nurses to tend to him.

On Alec's end, he had just received Max's message.

"Fucker!’ he grunted. 'Mortimer, you useless piece of shit, getting yourself into that state mere days after being

kicked out," Alec thought.

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He wasn't actually upset about the state of affairs. How to break the news to his grandfather weighed on his mind.

Mortimer was the old man's only son. Alec was afraid something might happen to him if he knew of the news.

He'd keep it a secret for now, even though he had a feeling he wouldn't be able to keep it for long.

Jenny had just heard the news from Alfred. She stared at him for a long while, noticing how calm he sounded when

he spoke. It left her at a loss for words.

After hesitating, she said, "At least he's still alive.’ She really didn't know what else to say. Mortimer wasn't at all a

good person, in her opinion.

"I'd rather he die, to be honest.’ Came Alfred’s response, still as calm as if he was talking about the weather.

Jenny was once again left speechless, even though she didn't have the impression that Alfred had a close

relationship with his father.