Mr. Conrad Proposes to His Ex-wife Again novel Chapter 787

In the Conrad mansion…

After Clarence left, Justin looked at the corpse next to him and said lightly, “Get rid of this.”

His men responded, “Yes.”

Lying on the ground, Amanda's eyes popped out in an uncanny way. But her pupils had lost the focus.

She didn't seem to believe that she would actually die like this.

Justin pushed his wheelchair and returned to Dempsey Conrad's room.

He turned on the light and dispelled the darkness in the room.

On the bed, Dempsey almost chocked up. Maybe because he heard the conversation downstairs or maybe because some other reasons, he struggled so hard to get up to say something.

Justin looked at him, his tone so calm, “You should have heard it. Clarence had come here.”

Dempsey made an unpleasant wheezing noise in his throat, as if he was scolding him.

Justin smiled indifferently, “I never tried to prevent him from getting you out of here. I even asked him to come up to visit you. But he didn't even want to see you. What else can I do?”

Dempsey stared at the son who he hardly paid attention to in the past.

He had imagined that what Clarence would do to him after he gained his power one day and knew about the truth. But he never expected that he would be confined inside this room by this son. How could Justin, who always put on a gentle smile on his face and tried his best to settle the conflicts of Conrad family, do such a terrible thing to him? Locking him up in a lightless room where all the windows were sealed?

Justin continued, “I don't know what you had told Clarence. But I can tell that it’s nothing good about me anyway. I don't care whoever you can use under your control, and I have never stopped you from letting him send out messages. Or maybe this is just your imagination that Clarence really didn't know anything?”

Dempsey's eyes widened, with shock and anger in his eyes.

Justin smiled and continued, “If you have a clear understanding of why you ended up like this instead of complaining about it, you should know that whatever Clarence wants to do, nothing can stop him from getting his job done. He not only knows what I have done, but also... knows what else I am about to do. But he didn't completely go to war with me. Do you know why?”

Under Dempsey's muddy and hateful gaze, Justin slowly said, “Because, in his heart, no matter what I do, I am still his elder brother. And, thanks to you, he will always feel guilty for me. If it weren't for him, I wouldn't have been disabled and turned into this. But as for you, in his deep mind, he never regarded you as a father even a little bit.”

As his voice fell, Dempsey propped up his body, grabbed an ornament on the bedside cupboard, and threw it at him. This exhausted all his strength

But his body had reached its limit. Even with all his strength, the ornament went off course and rolled down to Justin's feet.

Justin didn't run away or avoid, just watched this with a smile on his face.

Using his broken and hoarse voice, Dempsey squeezed out two words with all his strength, “You…Motherfucker!”

“It seems that you are recovering pretty well.”

When Dempsey heard the words, his pupils shrank sharply.

Justin smiled, didn't want to stay here anymore. He simply turned his wheelchair away.

Soon after he left, a doctor came in, pressed Dempsey's arm and gave him an injection, ignoring the painful struggle Dempsey made.

Dempsey fell back onto the bed, staring at the dark ceiling.

This time, he really couldn't move anymore.

Half an hour later, the news of Amanda's death reached Jon.

Christian Atwood paced back and forth. His anxious mood couldn't be relieved, “First was Caesar, then came Amanda. I don't think he intends to partner with us at all. He wants to kill us all!”

Jon said unhurriedly, “Why are you so panic? Are you a member of the James family?”

Christian went silent, “No.”

“Did you get discovered by Clarence and broke into the Conrad mansion without permission?”