Chapter 828

Tyler had inherited Thomas’ intimidating aura. His presence alone was enough to incite fear in others.

William stood right there, unsure of what to do.

Tyler, who had been standing there silently all this while, spoke up.

“The doctor said that you have to be hospitalized for seven days for further observation, so quit yelling. You can’t be discharged at this point. It’s impossible.”

He spoke with an air of authority that wouldn’t take no for an answer.

Thomas looked at Tyler with furrowed brows and pursed lips. The air around them froze.

His voice tinged with anger, Thomas snapped, “Who will take care of me in the hospital?”

“We’ve discussed it. I’ll take turns with William. He’ll be here during the day, while I’ll be here at night. I’ll also hire two nurses, which should be enough,” Tyler said, confident of his arrangement.

Thomas asked, “Then… what will I eat? I hate hospital food.”

Tyler had already thought of a solution for that. “Have the servants at home cook what you like. Tell me or William what you want to eat tomorrow. It’s best if you can tell us the night before.”

Thomas fell silent.

Seeing Thomas seemingly in deep thought about his next question, Tyler asked deliberately, “What other difficult questions do you have for me? Just say it. If you want, I can help you think of more troublesome questions.”

Thomas, hopelessly seen through just like that, pursed his lips awkwardly.

“Nothing else.”

William stood by the side, his eyes widening. Did his grandfather just agree to stay in the hospital?

All because of a few words Tyler said.

He’d be damned!

William thought back to how, long ago, he had said everything he could think of to convince his grandfather to stay in the hospital until his throat almost went hoarse. Yet, Thomas refused and insisted on getting discharged.

In the end, William couldn’t outtalk his grandfather and had to discharge the old man from the hospital.

Who knew that Tyler would be able to make Thomas agree to it so easily?

Indeed, it took one wicked man to deal with another.

William feared Thomas since he was very young, never daring to go against him. That fear hung over him like a shadow, and he would always give in without a fight.

Tyler said to William, “Stay here during the day. I’ll come over to take over at eight in the evening.”

“Okay,” William said, nodding.

Before Tyler left, he said indifferently to Thomas, “I’m going off. Have a good rest.”

Thomas lay back down on the bed without a single word. Tyler said nothing more too, probably used to such cold treatment from his father.

Samantha could sense the atmosphere between them and bumped William’s arm. “William, let’s go get some water for Grandpa.”

William thought nothing much of it and left with Samantha. The moment he left the room, his face fell, and he kept his distance from her.

Samantha could sense the change in him as well.

“William, I shouldn’t be the target of your anger right now. Didn’t you see it for yourself just now? Grandpa wants to reconcile with Tyler. Don’t forget–while Tyler has always kept his distance from the family, Grandpa still has him in his mind. What will happen to you if Tyler returns?”

William placed the water bottle under the dispenser, his face indifferent.

“He can return for all I care. The Lewises have allowed him to do as he pleased elsewhere for so long. He never needed to bear the glories or failures of the family. That’s not fair to him. If Grandpa can’t reconcile with Tyler, how can he pass away in peace?”