My Fair Stunner

Chapter 323 The Bad Blood

Chapter 323 The Bad Blood

York's voice was only audible to himself and Colin.

Leaning against the seat, Colin said calmly with the spoon still in his hand, "You have to tell the person

mentioned."

York caught on to it in a jiffy. He nodded and walked towards Tiffany.

Tiffany had actually watched York closely when he just went downstairs.

Seeing him coming up behind her at this moment, Tiffany pretended to smile amiably and asked,

"What's the matter, York?"

York opened his mouth without turning a hair, "Mrs. Farrell, Old Mr. Farrell would like to have a talk with

you."

Tiffany's hand that was taking a toast out of the toasting slots hovered as she asked, "Me?"

York uttered, "Yes."

Tiffany got the food prepared and handed it to Helen. She then turned around and looked at York,

pretending to show her concern by asking, "Is he all right today?"

York said, "He looks good."

Tiffany smiled and said, "Great."

With that, Tiffany stepped upstairs.

York was at her heels expressionlessly like a robot.

Tiffany and York went upstairs one after the other.

When reaching Old Mr. Farrell's room, York pushed open the door, motioning to Tiffany to enter.

Tiffany walked in without deliberation.

Upon entering, a gust of cold wind hit her, which made her shudder.

Tiffany looked up, only to find that all the windows in the bedroom were open. At the moment, Old Mr.

Farrell was leaning against the headboard and boring into her.

"Dad."

Tiffany sensed something amiss, but she still greeted Old Mr. Farrell respectfully as usual.

"Mmm," uttered Old Mr. Farrell, sounding feeble.

Tiffany closed the windows and stated, "It's so cold today. Why did you open all the windows? You have

been under the weather recently. If you catch a cold..."

As Tiffany was murmuring, Old Mr. Farrell's cloudy eyes welled up with tears.

Seeing that, Tiffany didn't finish her words but smilingly asked with concern, "Dad, what's the matter

with you?"

Old Mr. Farrell said, "Get the water on the nightstand for me."

Tiffany uttered, "OK, just a moment, please."

Tiffany picked up the water cup and handed it to him.

Old Mr. Farrell took over the cup and held it with both hands. He took a few sips before closing his

eyes, saying, "Tiffany, you've been married to the Farrells for 30 years, haven't you?"

Tiffany was stupefied and answered with a smile, "Yes."

Old Mr. Farrell continued, "Over the past 30 years, you have been working so hard for the family. I

really appreciate it."

Tiffany smilingly uttered, "Thanks, Dad. That's what I'm supposed to do."

Old Mr. Farrell's hands that were holding the cup looked so old and crooked. With spots all over the

backs of his hands, he appeared even more pathetic.

He immediately said, "Not only are you busy dealing with all kinds of domestic affairs, but you also

have to act with me. Over the thirty years, you've been doing a good job. I do appreciate your hard

work."

Tiffany's face suddenly changed, and she asked, "Dad, what are you talking about? I don't get it."

Old Mr. Farrell looked into Tiffany's eyes, uttering, "I know you can understand."

Tiffany was rendered speechless.

Old Mr. Farrell was terminally ill. At the moment, it might just be his terminal lucidity.

He seemed to be in a good condition, but in fact, every part of his body was at the end-of-life stage.

Tiffany met his eyes silently.

After quite a while, Old Mr. Farrell said in a trembling voice, "All these years, I have always turned a

blind eye to what you've done. I thought you would be moved, but I didn't expect to end up like this."

Tiffany remained silent, but there was a touch of mockery in her eyes.

Old Mr. Farrell continued, "When Colin was in senior high school, you were worried that he would

threaten Hank's status in our family. As a result, you hired people to murder him. You have kept men

outside and planted your men inside the headquarters of Farrell Media. Do you think I'm none the wiser

all the while?"

As Old Mr. Farrell became more and more emotional, Tiffany chuckled and asked, "Since you are well NôvelDrama.Org exclusive content.

aware of all these things, why did you never stop me?"

In the face of Tiffany's questions, Old Mr. Farrell lost his tongue.

Tiffany looked at him and mocked, "Is that because you still have a bit of conscience? Because you

used the money that your buddy earned at the risk of his life, you think you are supposed to make it up

to his daughter?"

Old Mr. Farrell was wordless.

Tiffany dissolved into laughter mockingly. There was no telling whether she was laughing at Old Mr.

Farrell or at herself. She then added, "I never thought I would have thrown in my lot with my enemy.

What a mockery!"

Old Mr. Farrell explained, "That's not what you thought."

Tiffany stated, "Then what is that? Back then, you and my dad were good buddies. You guys invested

in the project together, but there was something wrong with it. You got yourself out of it the day before.

In the end, it was my dad who bore all the blame and was put into prison. Later, he was killed in the

prison. Dare you say that you had nothing to do with it?"

As what had happened back then was brought up, a flash of panic flashed across Old Mr. Farrell's

face. "Your dad volunteered to take the blame and go to prison," said he.

Tiffany broke into a sinister smile and uttered, "That was because you had promised him that you

would take care of the company and his wife and children, but did you walk the talk?"