The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 1359 Half Dead State

"Clayton and Nicole have joined hands to harm me. Clayton, that ingrate! He's really a son of a b*tch! Get him to come over!" "Nicole should go to hell! Let me out! I'll kill her!"

"Do you think I've lost? I won't lose! Sloan Corporation can only be mine! It's mine alone!"

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Clayton lit a cigarette outside and smoked half of it before gently tossing it aside and crushing it with the tip of his shoe.

When Nicole was around, Clayton never touched a cigarette to maintain his image.

Clayton knew she did not like it.

Since Nicole was not around, Clayton felt inexplicably exhausted sitting here.

He was so tired that he could only take a puff of smoke to relieve his stress.

The doctor came out from the ward, and the cursing voice inside gradually diminished.

"Mr. Sloan?"

Clayton stood up looking indifferent. He nodded and looked slightly inside.

"He calmed down?"

The doctor said, "He's been sedated, so he'll go to sleep soon. Mr. Sloan, if you want to speak to him, you can go in now."

Clayton nodded. "Thank you."

The doctor left politely. The hospital staff had a good feeling for Clayton, who was so mysterious and modest.

Clayton went in and looked at Quavon lying on the bed. Quavon was staring straight at the ceiling. His pupils gradually became lax, and his chest was heaving violently. Quavon looked like he was not satisfied with scolding people and felt suffocated.

Clayton walked to the side of the chair to sit down. His face had no trace of warmth.

Clayton looked indifferent and cold, showing the darkest side of himself.

To Quavon, Clayton had always looked like this.

A few seconds later.

Quavon finally realized that Clayton came into the ward.

He tried to sit up with all his strength, but his body was limp and weak, so he lay back down again.

Quavon was furious and gritted his teeth.

"You ingrate! How dare you lock me up here?! Are you planning to lock me up for life?! I'm your father whether you admit it or not, you can't change this fact!"

Clayton sat there. His handsome side profile looked sarcastic. His cold eyes carried a hint of disdain.

"You'll only mention this 'fact' when it's useful to you, right?"

Clayton's tone was indifferent. He raised his eyes to look at Quavon.

"You don't need to waste your energy trying to get out. After a while, I'll send Isaac in as well."

As soon as Quavon heard Isaac's name, Quavon became anxious. It was just like a stress response." What do you want? Do you want to drive your family to extinction? Just for a woman?! You're an ingrate, just like your mother! When someone shows a little interest, you just go up and lick their boots like a dog! You're so lowly!"

Clayton's face completely sank with a hint of dangerous ruthlessness.

"Let me remind you that scolding me now won't do you any good."

With that, Clayton stood up impatiently, straightened his jacket, and lifted his foot to go out.

Quavon still did not acknowledge his situation yet, so it was better to wait a few more days.

Quavon's voice was hoarse like it was ground with sandpaper.

"Clayton, he's your brother after all. He's already paralyzed, so don't torment him. He can't compete with you and can't threaten you, so don't touch him!"

Quavon's eyes finally had panic in them. He feared that Isaac, who was already paralyzed, would be harmed again.

Clayton froze for a second. He looked back at Quavon and stared at him for a few seconds. His eyes darkened before he withdrew his gaze.

He did not say anything and left the place.