My American magical life
Chapter 667 - 667 116 Betting Everything The Filial Son Cao Absolutely not cheating the readers 6196!_3

667: Chapter 116: Betting Everything, The Filial Son, Cao (Absolutely not cheating the readers 6196!)_3 667: Chapter 116: Betting Everything, The Filial Son, Cao (Absolutely not cheating the readers 6196!)_3 Wolf’s pupils constricted, he didn’t say much.

“Hmm, can you wake him up?”

The director, being a professional, spoke with some difficulty.

“I’m afraid it’s a bit troublesome, because his recovery needs to be controlled by medication.

He now sleeps twenty hours a day.

How about you come back tomorrow?”

“No problem, you go ahead, I’d like some alone time with Father.”

The director left, and Wolf walked to Old Joel’s bedside.

The old man was sleeping peacefully, seemingly unaware of his arrival.

Wolf stared at Old Joel for a long time, an indescribable look in his eyes.

He had forgotten the last time he had watched his father for so long.

Extending his hand, he covered Old Joel’s nose and mouth with his palm, waiting expressionlessly.

Deprived of fresh air, his cells lacking oxygen, Old Joel’s heart began to pump blood faster and faster.

The desperate yearning for air before death allowed Old Joel’s body to break free from the sedative, opening his eyes and gasping for breath.

Then, Old Joel saw Wolf and realized Wolf was trying to suffocate him.

“Good evening, my dear father.”

Looking into Old Dracula’s eyes filled with panic and fury, Wolf smiled happily.

“Heh si~ Heh si~ Heh si~”

A stroke is actually a cerebral infarction; a cerebral infarction can cause paralysis.

A left-brain stroke would affect the language center, leading to language impairment.

Old Joel’s current state was a manifestation of language impairment; he tried to say something, but could only mechanically repeat two words.

In reality, this could be treated, but clearly, Wolf wasn’t going to give him that chance.

“The day you killed my boyfriend, did you ever think I’d be standing by your side like this, Joel?”

“I guess you didn’t, after all, I’m not your son, no, don’t look at me like that.

I mean, you’ve never treated any of us kids as human beings.”

“We were just your blood bags, organ containers, you only cared about the eldest.”

“That’s why the eldest died.”

“Yes, I did that too.

I wanted you to taste what it’s like to lose someone dear.”

“Heh si~ Heh~ Heh~”

“Are you cursing at me?”

“As kids, we were forced to train every day and constantly get our health checked.

Back then, you said it was to make every child of the Dracula Family grow up healthy.”

“For more than twenty years, I’ve gotten used to not smoking, not drinking, not staying up late, and spending two hours working out every day.

But back when we were forced to exercise and get examined daily, I thought you truly cared about us, Joel, hahaha.”

“Back then, I tried so hard to gain your approval, but you only recognized the eldest.

I later learned that all of us who came after were mass-produced.

How could you ever approve of a blood bag coded 001?”

“So, later on, I developed a disease, a longing for more recognition.

Well, I digress.”

“Joel, I want you to live tormented until you reach a hundred, just lying in bed until you turn a hundred.

Isn’t that very filial?”

“Heh si~ Heh si~ Heh heh heh!”

Joel Dracula’s entire body was sore and numb.

He squeezed his lungs and throat, attempting to say something, but it came out only as unintelligible wails.

“A few presumptuous folks are trying to divide my inheritance with me, and guess what, Temir and I have arranged that before they join Dracula, she will help me resolve this issue.”

“You still remember Temir, right?

She and that person joined us for dinner last time we came over, hahahaha.”

“Joel, you prepared so many blood bags for yourself.

I plan to arrange the first round of organ transplant surgery for you once the conglomerate stabilizes.

Which son do you prefer?”

“Whoever you like, I’ll arrange for you.

Let’s do another one when you turn eighty.

I’ll make sure you live to at least a hundred!”

“I truly am a filial son!”

—————–

“Hahaha, Chan, glad to see you’re alright.

The boss was scared out of his wits when he received your message that day.

We, LAPD, dispatched all our forces to search for you all night long.”

Jax was overly excited, putting on a convincing act, and CEO Cheng didn’t call him out on it.

“How have you all been lately?”

“Lately?

The LAPD is still very busy.

There are too many cases.

Crime in Saint Rodu is getting worse and the numbers are way up, but the city council’s budget for the police isn’t, causing a lot of grief for the officers.”

Cheng Daqi sensed something was amiss.

He picked up his glass, took a sip of wine, and then subtly motioned for the bartender to bring him a napkin.

He quickly wrote a few words on the napkin and passed it to Jax sitting opposite him.

“Being monitored?”

Jax glanced at the person tailing them and with a wry smile, spoke frankly with Cheng Daqi.

“A napkin won’t help…

Ah, Chan, we were wrong.”

This LAPD stalwart, Gru’s confidant, a district police chief, was being watched closely.

“Forbes’s men are pretty much on me 24/7.

They’re not playing openly, just watching me.

We nabbed Steven, but we didn’t realize then that it would involve that man.”

Cheng Daqi realizing he was under surveillance and recording, felt a slight chill.

The intelligence agencies of America, although not as powerful as before, were still formidable.

Trouble indeed.

“Is it feasible to meet him?”

CEO Cheng’s question caught Jax off guard.

“Meet the boss?

Chan, what do you mean?”

“Did Niu Sen promise to let you go after Forbes freely and he would have your backs?”