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Chapter 492: Tragic Retribution

Chapter 492: Chapter 492: Tragic Retribution

Thomas Smith returned to the car and asked Secretary Williams, "Who is left in the Garcia Family now?"

Secretary Williams was taken aback, "Garcia Family?" He didn’t react immediately, turned around, and asked, "Which Garcia Family?"

"Little Clarke’s adoptive father."

In Thomas Smith’s eyes, Michael Garcia was nothing more than an adoptive father now, and a disgraceful one at that.

Secretary Williams suddenly understood and quickly relayed the information he knew.

"The Garcia Family has long been bankrupt. Aside from the youngest son, the rest are all in prison. However, the family head, Michael Garcia, was granted medical parole due to illness and is receiving treatment in the hospital."

"Originally, if he’d just stayed put and received treatment, there wouldn’t have been an issue. But he repeatedly broke regulations, was reported, and a few days ago, when the police came to take him back to prison, he resisted violently and, in a panic, jumped out of a building."

Upon hearing this, Thomas Smith furrowed his brows.

Jumping out of a building? Does that mean he’s dead?

"But he’s got a strong will to live. Even though he had cancer, he didn’t die when he jumped from the fourth floor. They managed to save him, but his condition seems dire; he probably doesn’t have much time left."

Secretary Williams summarized the recent events involving Michael Garcia and curiously asked, "Chairman Smith, what made you suddenly inquire about this?"

Thomas Smith’s expression was pensive; after pondering for a moment, he said directly, "Find him."

"Find Michael Garcia?"

"Yes." Thomas Smith said, "Little Clarke already knows the truth about her identity, and the only person who can tell her everything is none other than Michael Garcia."

Secretary Williams was surprised and quickly nodded, "Then we’ll head to the hospital right away. If we’re late, we might..."

The Rolls-Royce accelerated toward the hospital.

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Jacob Garcia had been staying at the hospital these days because of Michael Garcia’s dire condition, never leaving the ICU.

Thankfully, with the support of fifteen thousand from Amelia Garcia, he could afford the high expenses of the ICU; otherwise, he would have lost his father a long time ago.

When he saw Thomas Smith, he was momentarily stunned, feeling that this person looked familiar as if he had seen him somewhere before but couldn’t remember.

When his gaze shifted to Secretary Williams, he suddenly realized!

They had met before when Secretary Williams was purchasing the courtyard house.

And the person beside Secretary Williams, he remembered seeing online — the one who was photographed dining with Amelia!

"Hello, Young Master Garcia, we’ve met again. This is the founder of Mandrake Technology, and we have something to ask of you." Secretary Williams, observing his changing expressions, suspected he recognized him, but still courteously introduced himself.

Jacob Garcia looked at them and nodded repeatedly, "I knew you would come to find me, or rather, you came to find my father."

Thomas Smith didn’t expect this kid to be quite shrewd and followed up with the question, "Then how is your father now? Can he talk?"

Jacob Garcia glanced toward the ICU, "You’d have to ask the doctors, but the questions you want to ask him, I probably know as well."

"What does Young Master Garcia know?"

Just before Jacob Garcia could speak, his previously crisp attitude changed, becoming hesitant and uncertain.

Secretary Williams seemed to notice something and asked directly, "What are your terms? Just say them."

"Heh heh..." Jacob Garcia chuckled, "Mr. Smith, actually... you’re probably my sister’s biological father, right? My sister’s biological mother must have been mistaken, thinking you were dead, but not only are you not dead, you’ve succeeded brilliantly. I don’t have many demands; just... if I help you reunite with my sister, could you lend me a hand?"

Before Thomas Smith could speak, Secretary Williams asked, "Aren’t you working at Seal-Cloud Corporation?"

"Seal-Cloud Corporation can’t compare to Mandrake Technology!"

Jacob Garcia was once again demonstrating his keen sense of self-interest.

Secretary Williams looked at Thomas Smith, seeing his boss’s calm expression, indicating he didn’t oppose, and then readily said, "Alright, it’s just a job, we can offer you one, but whether you can handle it depends on your ability."

Jacob Garcia was overjoyed.

Thomas Smith didn’t mention that he already knew the truth; he was here to learn the reasons behind it all, to understand why Chloe Norton had hurriedly married Michael Garcia back then.

It was crucial for him.

"If possible, I’d like to meet with your father." Thomas Smith regarded this kid as shrewd, with many schemes, and preferred not to trust his words completely, still wanting to meet Michael Garcia directly.

As the saying goes, a dying person’s words are kind.

He thought, at this point, that Michael Garcia wouldn’t play any more tricks.

Jacob Garcia didn’t make it difficult and readily agreed, "Sure, I agree, as long as you can get the doctor to let you in."

After all, visiting a patient in the ICU isn’t as simple as in a regular ward.

But for Thomas Smith, this task was no challenge. Secretary Williams went to communicate, and soon the hospital leadership hurried over.

Originally, the leader wanted to accompany them personally, but Thomas Smith politely declined.

Finally, Thomas Smith and Jacob Garcia changed into sterile gowns and approached Michael Garcia’s bedside.

Michael Garcia was awake, but due to his severe injuries and the spreading cancer cells, his body organs were near failure, and he had even lost the ability to breathe on his own.

Seeing his son, he surprisingly could still recognize him, weakly raising his hand; his parched lips beneath the oxygen mask moved, making a mumbling sound.

Jacob Garcia immediately helped him remove the oxygen mask.

Next to them, the special nurse feared he was too weak to hold on and inserted an oxygen tube again.

"The patient’s body is extremely weak; you can’t talk for long," the nurse instructed, then turned and left.

Jacob Garcia bent down, looking at his father, now so debilitated that he barely resembled a man, and seeing him spasmodically writhing in pain with every breath, he truly wished his father could simply pass away.

"Little... Little Jacob, help, help daddy... it hurts... hurts so much, call, call the doctor to give me... good medicine, pain..." Michael Garcia’s mindset seemed to have changed; where he once sought death fearlessly, now he feared dying.

Perhaps everyone’s instinct is to live when facing death.

Even for someone as emotionally detached as Jacob Garcia, it was hard not to be moved; his eyes reddened instantly as he comforted, "Dad, you’re in the ICU with the best doctors and medicine, stay strong, it’s going to be okay."

"Pain... pain, it’s karma, it’s Chloe... Chloe Norton’s karma, the Nortons’... karma— they’re coming for me, coming to claim my life..." Michael Garcia mumbled maniacally.

Thomas Smith stood to the side.

His injured right leg had been faintly aching, enduring it.

Looking at the haggard, sickly man before him, remembering how Chloe was used and tormented, eventually succumbing to illness and dying young—his heart surged with hate, and even murderous intent.

In his youth, he had slain countless enemies on the battlefield.

Having spent half his life in the military, facing life and death, and now holding unimaginable honor and status, he had grown indifferent to squabbling with ordinary people, handling even major issues with calm and composure.

Yet now, he clenched his fist, the long-forgotten murderous aura swirling in his heart.

Especially hearing this man murmuring about "Chloe," about the Norton family, his fists trembled violently with restraint.

Hearing his father unconsciously mention the Norton family, Jacob Garcia remembered their purpose for entering the ICU.

He glanced back at Thomas Smith, then softly spoke to Michael Garcia, "Dad, there’s a Mr. Smith, who wants to ask you something, you should answer him truthfully."

Michael Garcia moved his eyes, looking at the figure standing at his bedside.

Perhaps Thomas Smith’s aura was too strong and his killing intent too intense; after one glance, Michael Garcia shook even more violently, "King Rhys... it’s King Rhys—"