My Substitute CEO Bride
Chapter 1587

"Son of a bitch, you... This is bullshit. It was you who did it! How dare you put the blame on me?"

Of course, Saskia would not admit it. She did not want to spend the rest of her life in prison.

"It was you... It was all you... You said you wanted Anthony's shares and asked me to replace a way to kill him...

"You killed my eldest brother! Bitch, I'll strangle you to death..." Percival grabbed Saskia's neck with both hands as if he had lost control of his emotions.

Saskia struggled as she flailed her arms around, but she was just a woman, after all. She soon lost consciousness and passed out.

Wagner waved his hands in despair. "Take them to the Inspection Office and give Anthony justice!"

"Dad... Dad, you can't send me to the Inspection Office! Dad... I don't want to go to jail. I won't ask for anything anymore. Please let me go! Dad, Anthony is gone. You can't let me disappear too!" Percival kept begging for mercy. "Take him away!" Wagner roared.

The Lloyds' bodyguards immediately rushed forth and took the three of them to the Inspection Office.

Sammy and Miriam hugged each other as they cried with joy.

In Sammy's blurred vision, she saw a man in a suit and tie standing on the roof of the villa.

"Mr. Calcraft?"

Sammy's eyes widened as her delicate body trembled.

Mr. Calcraft?

The Lloyds turned around to look but saw nothing.

"Sammy, where's Mr. Calcraft?" Wagner asked quickly.

"I... I must be mistaken!"

Sammy wiped away her tears. She knew very well that Nash came to say goodbye.

Nash and her were not from the same world. Maybe this was their last goodbye.

...

Darcus fell unconscious after he came home drunk.

Dima thought his brother had drunk too much, so he did not really care at first. However, ten minutes ago, he noticed that Darcus' eyes were rolled back and he started vomiting blood. Their private doctor checked the cause of Darcus' symptoms.

Dima and Dresden frowned.

"I'm afraid it's cerebral hemorrhage. We need to send him to the hospital for surgery!" The doctor wiped away his sweat as he spoke solemnly.

Dima asked grimly, "What's the success rate of the surgery?"

Their eldest brother was over 80 years old. At this age, it would be easy to land on the operating table but difficult to get off it.

"The success rate is 2 percent..." The doctor sighed helplessly. "Master Darcus is too old, and the surgery is very risky!"

Dima turned to look at Dresden. "Dresden, what do you think?"

Dresden stared at the doctor sharply and asked, "How long can he live without surgery?"

"He might not last the night without surgery!" the doctor said bitterly and shook his head.

"Then do the surgery. At least there's a glimmer of hope!"

"Alright, I'll make arrangements right now!" The doctor took out his mobile phone to contact the Roche family's private hospital to prepare for the surgery. Suddenly, a black shadow appeared at the door of the villa.

It was Nash.

With a sway of his feet, he came to the bed in the living room.

Dresden stood up abruptly. He clenched his fists, and his Mystique Loyalty Realm aura burst forth. However, after he realized it was Nash, he quickly recalled his true energy. "No need to contact the hospital. I'll treat him!"