Chapter 693: Chapter 693: Will You Hate Me?
Michael Marshall didn’t express his stance, his cold gaze fixed on Daniel Marshall.
Daniel Marshall and Olivia Jenkins stood up and left the study.
Seeing this, Martin Wallace also got up and left.
Downstairs, the reorganization of Beverly Hills had already begun, the new general manager had taken over all the tasks at hand.
All the former staff were present, going through the process of retirement.
The new rules of Beverly Hills were established at this moment, everyone had to abide by them, those who violated them would be dismissed immediately.
As the storm approached, Bella Thompson did not just stand by or indulge in self-pity— she obediently stayed at Joyful Hall, praying and repenting.
Even if the storm outside were to intensify, she was powerless at this moment, she could only endure and wait for the chance to fight back.
Let Daniel Marshall and that bitch Olivia Jenkins gloat for now; as long as she was still alive, she vowed to fight them until the end.
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“Matthew, let your mother accompany you. If she’s with you, I’ll be at ease.”
Matthew calmly replied, “Dad, I want to go alone. Mom still loves you, and I don’t want her to be miserable. Mom’s wishes are quite simple, she just wants to be beside you, and she doesn’t mind the hard work.
I’ve heard about the Beverly Hills incident—it was the steward and the treasurer who screwed up, not Mom. Plus, Grandfather knew about it; how could Mom have the audacity to speak against it!
Now that everything’s out in the open, isn’t it obvious that they are targeting my mother? Are they being fair to us? If this family can’t tolerate me, then I’ll leave. But, don’t hurt my mom.
Her biggest mistake was having me. If it weren’t for me, she wouldn’t have been so miserable. Or, if I were a girl, this family wouldn’t have ended up like this. I am the one at fault here!”
Michael’s gaze flashed across Matthew as he listened to his words.
Matthew wasn’t off the mark—it was his failure as a father to handle matters properly.
Of course, Michael Marshall didn’t want his sons fighting each other to death, nor did he want to see mutal destruction.
“Discuss it with your mom, and respect her decision. Maybe she’d be willing to go abroad with you.”
Matthew nodded, “Understood.”
Michael’s sharp gaze was fixed on Matthew, “If I send you abroad, will you hate me?”
Matthew shook his head and calmly answered, “No, I won’t. I know it’s tough on you. As long as I remain in Serene City, in this house, the dust will never settle.”