Chapter 720
As soon as these words were spoken, Oliver Horton froze.
Old Mrs. Horton immediately began speaking: “When he was born, his entire body was covered in tubes, confined to the ICU. After spending two months in an incubator, the day finally came when he could be discharged. But on that day, you secretly tried to strangle him by grasping his neck, wanting to kill him. Then you pressed a pillow against his face, wanting to suffocate him. Oliver Horton, he was just a newborn baby! How could you be so cruel p>
Oliver’s face twisted in anger: “You old hag, it’s all your fault for protecting him! Every time you managed to catch me, thwarting my plans, making me fail. If I had succeeded, things wouldn’t have come to this p>
Old Mrs. Horton sighed: “Yes, because of this, I was forced to raise him personally by my side. When he reached five or six years old, I sent him back to the old family home. But even then, you didn’t let him go… You were twenty years old by then, persuading your father to let you intern at the company. You bribed people to go to the old home and harm him… I had no choice but to send him abroad. Oliver, do you think you’re innocent? What about Lewis? Was he not innocent? You could be so ruthless to an innocent child—how do you expect me to see you p>
Old Mrs. Horton glanced at his hands: “Every time I look at you, I think of when you were just a fourteen-year-old boy, pressing a pillow against an infant’s face with such malicious intent. How could I possibly treat you kindly p>
Oliver shouted in rage: “I told you, you drove me to this! It’s all because you favored him! If you hadn’t been partial to him, why would I have harmed him p>
Old Mrs. Horton sighed deeply: “Aren’t you twisting the truth p>
Oliver was stunned: “What do you mean p>
“Lewis was just born. Just brought home from the hospital, and you tried to harm him. That’s why I protected him, why I favored him wholeheartedly. You acted first, Oliver. If it wasn’t for your cruelty, I would’ve treated you differently… After all, as you said, no matter what happened between your mom and dad, or between Lewis’ mom and your dad, both you and Lewis are innocent. I am your grandmother—how could I not love you p>
“But tell me, how can I love a murderer? How can I love someone like you p>
Old Mrs. Horton shook her head and sighed, “Whenever I look at you, I feel sick p>
Oliver’s face turned bright red with shame, his chest heaving in fury. He stepped forward abruptly and grabbed Old Mrs. Horton’s arm: “What nonsense are you spouting? Say that again if you dare p>
Old Mrs. Horton sighed: “I said that every time I look at your face, all that flashes through my mind are the countless malicious things you’ve done. Oliver, your heart is truly wicked p>
Oliver’s face was flushed with rage as he tightened his grip on her arm: “You old hag, what are you saying? Shut your mouth p>
“Oliver, isn’t this the question you’ve always wanted to ask me? I am simply telling the truth, so why are you so agitated? And does your father know how wicked you’ve been since childhood p>
Oliver was already on the edge of insanity: “Shut up p>
“Your father probably doesn’t, right? If he did, he wouldn’t feel so indebted to you. He wouldn’t ignore Lewis and always coddle you instead p>
“I said shut up! Don’t you hear me p>
Oliver shouted in fury, and with a forceful push, he shoved Old Mrs. Horton.
In that moment, as she fell backward, a sharp “crack” echoed—something had broken.
Old Mrs. Horton collapsed to the floor and couldn’t get up.
She stared at Oliver, still smiling faintly: “You are not a good child. You’re not worthy of my kindness p>
“I told you to shut up p>
Oliver rushed forward again, grabbing her by the neck, his entire body teetering on the edge of madness!
Old Mrs. Horton stared at him, then suddenly began to laugh.
She had done it on purpose, of course p>
Just as Erin said—even if she didn’t make a plea or say anything—once she passed away, Lewis would still spare the first branch of the family for her sake.
But now that she was on the verge of death, why not resolve everything for her grandson while she was at it?
For the past ten days, Oliver had pretended to serve her, enduring her torment day after day, always teetering on the verge of giving up, only to restrain himself at the last moment.
All for the sake of those shares.
There’s no doubt he was mentally tormented.
Now, at this moment, when Old Mrs. Horton revealed the truth, it was certain Oliver wouldn’t be able to take it. Especially given these past days, with her calling him “big grandson” daily—he must have felt the shares were almost within his grasp p>
Who could have expected to be insulted like this?
His emotions erupted, and attacking this aging woman on the brink of death was only natural, wasn’t it?
And once he acted out, it would give Lewis a reason to punish him p>
It would eliminate any hesitation Lewis might have had to show him kindness because of her p>
This was her final gift to Lewis and his wife before she passed away p>
Old Mrs. Horton’s lips curled into a smile. As Oliver’s grip on her neck tightened, her vision began to blur. Just then, the door burst open with a loud bang, and her beloved grandson’s voice echoed: “Grandmother p>