The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 1680 Push Him Out the Window

Clayton walked in. His gaze indifferently swept over his surroundings. He hooked his lips and asked, "I heard that your health is much better now?"

When Quavon was admitted here back then, he was in a very bad state.

Quavon's most beloved son became a vegetable, and the career that he was most proud of became someone else's. How could a normal person withstand such a blow? However, Quavon was no ordinary man.

No matter what, Quavon was able to make a name for himself in the Libertian business world.

Thus, Quavon still had remaining power.

Quavon looked at Clayton with a gloomy gaze. He did not have a trace of compromise or goodwill in his eyes. "Sorry to let you down, but I still have a long way to go before dying."

At this point, Quavon and Clayton had completely fallen out with each other. There was no need to maintain their superficial father-son bond for the sake of certain interests. After all, judging by the current situation, Clayton was the clear winner.

Clayton saw this and unceremoniously sat down on the opposite sofa. His long legs occupied most of the seat and gave off a sense of oppression for a moment. Quavon had to admit that Clayton, the son he had despised since birth, was not what he used to be.

Otherwise, with Quavon's ability, it was simply too easy to leave this sanatorium.

However, Quavon was now stuck here and could not even get out of the door.

How ridiculous.

Clayton's voice was cold and harsh. His gaze was dull.

"I know that your people contacted you. You're involved in the recent mess at Sloan Corporation, right?"

This question was more of a statement with his tone o f certainty.

Quavon's eyes flickered, and he let out a smug snort.

Quavon thought, 'See, he's still afraid, huh? I'm still more experienced after all.'

"Do you think that by keeping me here, I'll just sit and wait for my death? Clayton, don't forget that I'm your father. I gave you your life, but you colluded with that woman to steal Sloan Corporation. Can you rest easy? Have you ever thought that that woman is only using you for the sake of Sloan Corporation? You did this to me and Isaac! How can you do that to the Sloan family?!"

Quavon's chest heaved violently as he yelled at Clayton. It was clear that Quavon had been wanting to scold Clayton for a long time.

Quavon thought, 'This ingrate sure is a son of a b*tch! I should've just pushed him to his death back then.'

Clayton waited for Quavon to finish cursing before raising his eyelids. The corners of his lips held an indifferent sneer. "I'm greatly honored for her to use me."

He smiled. When he mentioned Nicole, his gaze softened for a moment before it quickly passed.

When Quavon looked at him again, Clayton's eyes were as cold as if they were frozen.

"You ingrate! I knew that you're a traitor that will harm our family! If I'd known this day would come, I should've..."

Quavon was furious. He paused for a second at the point when he was most agitated.

Clayton laughed and spoke in a light tone. "Should've pushed me out of the window too?"

Quavon's eyes widened and he looked at Clayton incredulously. His face was pale.

"What did you say?"

Quavon was apprehensive and speculated if Clayton knew something.

Clayton stroked the corner of his eyebrow. His voice was deep and cold. "Before my mother jumped out of the building, someone fed her a large number of sleeping pills and let the psychiatrist guide her to jump to relieve herself of her pain. The psychiatrist that Isaac hired has been trying to kill my mother for a long time. You know very well that her existence will make Isaac's mother unhappy. So, on that afternoon, you got the maids to put sleeping pills in her food and hypnotized her. When I went to see her, she jumped down."

Clayton was calmly recalling the incident as if it had nothing to do with him.

However, this was what happened to him.

Quavon's face turned pale. His pupils shrank, and his neck stiffened, lifting his head at a strange angle as if he was strangled. However, Clayton did not do anything.