Frightened by Charles' words, Derrick felt that his heart skipped a beat.

Everything he did in the club was very covert. It could be said that Charles didn't have any evidence yet. Otherwise, he wouldn't be sitting here safe and sound.

Or could it be that Charles already had some clues, but he just didn't tell anyone because of Frederic's physical condition?

Thinking about these random guesses, Derrick steeled himself to put on a smile.

"Dad, what kind of club do you have? Why don't I know?" For a moment, Derrick had forgotten to play dumb because of the fear that crept into him.

This didn't escape Charles' eyes. He squinted at him indifferently but he didn’t say anything more.

Derrick was good at acting, so Charles decided to be an onlooker for the time being.

After hearing Derrick’s questions, Frederic looked at him with burning eyes. "Derrick, don't you know the matter about Dale?"

"Oh, there are so many clubs in this city. But Dad, which one do you want to take me to? There are a lot of

ant to see his face. Take him away now!"

"Okay, okay. I’ll bring him back to his room." Without waiting for his reply, Hardy pushed Derrick out of the room.

Everything was heard by Charles, so he sneered. What his grandfather said almost exposed Derrick's scheme. But Frederic still cared about his son very much, so he couldn't let other people know that he was just pretending to be a fool.

It was hard to say how long Frederic could keep Derrick alive.

As soon as the door opened, Charles walked away without looking back.

Pointing at Charles’ back, Derrick said, "Hardy, Charles must have eavesdropped on us just now. Look, he has been out for a while, but he just left now."

"We didn't say anything that he couldn't hear. It's none of your business when he leaves." The fact that he had to worry about his brother while he was busy taking care of Frederic annoyed Hardy.

Did he owe Derrick something? It never ended! His fracture was about to recover, but Derrick’s silliness seemed to be incurable.