A Bumpy Road to Power

Yara Hughes just arrived in front of Dirk Carter.

Then heard a shout from afar: "Dirk Carter!"

Everyone froze immediately.

Looking in the direction of the voice.

Only to see Aurelius Hughes, looking dusty, appearing at the corridor entrance unknown when.

After calling out, he charged quickly towards Dirk Carter.

Grant Hughes saw and also got up, trying to intercept.

However, Aurelius didn't give him any face, directly pushed him aside, and swung a punch at Dirk Carter's face!

Dirk Carter had long reacted.

He caught Aurelius's hand in mid-air.

The blow failed.

Aurelius wanted to lift his leg to kick Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter easily dodged.

Aurelius kicked nothing.

His whole body staggered; if Grant Hughes hadn't been quick to support him, Aurelius would have fallen to the ground.

"What are you doing?"

Dirk Carter asked.

Aurelius, angry and frustrated, shouted: "What am I doing? If it wasn't for you, would my dad be so seriously ill so soon? It's all your fault he ended up like this today. I'm going to kill you."

"I'm here to see Old Mr. Hughes, I don't want to argue with you."

Dirk Carter said.

Aurelius grabbed Dirk Carter's collar.

He shouted: "You don't want to argue with me because you know you're guilty, right? Before meeting you, The Hughes Family was doing well. Now look at us. You're the main culprit, you know?"

"Minister Hughes, haven't you figured it out yet? The so-called aristocratic family is already at its end, whether I'm involved or not, the result would be the same. It was almost you who pushed The Hughes Family into the abyss. How are you still shamelessly pointing fingers at me? Look at the fate of the Houseman Family. Do you think The Hughes Family is more powerful?"

Dirk Carter stared at Aurelius, questioning.

Aurelius was taken aback instantly.

He wasn't mindless.

Just wanted to vent because his father was seriously ill.

After a while of stalemate.

He released Dirk Carter's collar, saying: "I don't want to argue with you. You're not qualified. I want to go and see my father."

After speaking.

He was about to walk into the ward.

Unexpectedly, several men in black suits stopped him at the door.

"What do you mean?"

Aurelius asked.

The two men in black suits didn't answer, their faces devoid of any expression.

Aurelius turned, looking at Grant Hughes.

Grant silently lowered his head, saying: "Brother, Dad already ordered that without his permission, no one can go in. He asked us to bring Dirk Carter here; he wants to see Dirk Carter."

"Is Dad senile? What is Dirk worth seeing? I want to see Dad!"

Aurelius wanted to force his way in.

But those two men in black suits didn't give him any face, pushing him aside directly.

Turning back.

Grant Hughes, Yara Hughes, Nora Hughes, no one stood out to speak for him.

At that moment.

Aurelius's face, turned somewhat unpredictable.

He was silent for a moment.

Swinging his sleeves.

He pointed at the Hughes Family relatives present, gritting his teeth, saying: "Alright, alright, you're all like this, right? I've seen through all of you. Wait, don't regret it later."

After leaving these words.

Aurelius angrily left.

"Quick, go in, Dad is waiting for you inside."

Yara Hughes said to Dirk Carter.

Dirk Carter nodded.

Arriving at the entrance of the ward.

The two men in black suits who just stopped Aurelius helped open the ward's door directly.

The moment the door opened.

A strong smell of disinfectant hit head-on.

Dirk Carter paused, taking a step in, catching sight of Miles Hughes lying on the hospital bed, covered in tubes.

Of course.

He wasn't the only one in the ward.

There were two masked middle-aged men sitting in the corner, one holding a notebook recording something, and another holding a DV camera, seemingly recording Old Mr. Hughes's final footage.

Next to Old Mr. Hughes, a doctor was standing.

Also keeping an eye on Old Mr. Hughes's various physiological data at all times.

"Dirk came?"

Upon entering.

Miles Hughes's eyes were closed.

Dirk Carter didn't make any sound.

Yet Miles Hughes sensed it anyway.

He opened his weak eyes.

The hand outside the quilt moved slightly.

Seeing this.

Dirk Carter quickly approached, holding his hand, softly saying: "Old Mr. Hughes, I'm here."

Miles Hughes nodded with some relief.

Then wanted to struggle to sit up.

The doctor's reaction was quick, promptly assisting in raising Old Mr. Hughes.

At this moment, Miles Hughes looked gaunt, his facial bones protruding, eye sockets sunken, even lips showed no trace of blood.

Eyes occasionally opened and closed, hands continually trembling; indeed, it appeared he was nearing the end.

"Dirk, I may soon... soon be gone... *cough cough cough*..."

Miles Hughes said.

Dirk Carter felt a pang in his heart.

Quickly said: "Old Mr. Hughes, don't say that, once this phase is over, everything will be fine. Medical science is very advanced now. You've seen all kinds of storms, just rest well, you will certainly recover."

This remark.

Made Miles Hughes smile a little.

Even smiling seemed such a struggle.

"You kid, you were never one who could talk sweetly. Just hearing this, I know you're coaxing me."

"No, Old Mr. Hughes..."

Dirk Carter wanted to say a few comforting words.

Miles Hughes laboriously raised his hand, stopping the rest of his words.

"Time is short, don't say formal pleasantries. I called you here to entrust you with two matters."

"Old Mr. Hughes, please go ahead."

Dirk Carter replied.

Miles Hughes gasped a few breaths.

He said: "The first thing is, I'm handing over The Hughes Family to you."

This sentence, like a thunderbolt, made Dirk Carter shiver.

Hand over to him?

What does that mean?

"Old Mr. Hughes... I... Rest assured, if I can help, I surely will."

Dirk Carter said.

Miles Hughes shook his head, saying: "When I say hand over, I don't mean helping, but in the future, you'll control the position of Family Head of The Hughes Family. In other words, matters concerning The Hughes Family will be decided by you, Dirk Carter. Can you handle it?"

If the previous sentence was shocking.

Then the subsequent sentence was a thunderbolt.

What status, what background, what level does he have; The Hughes Family such a colossal entity; himself an outsider, without close ties to The Hughes Family, for Miles to turn over The Hughes Family to him, it either meant Miles was delirious from illness or Dirk was dreaming.

"Old Mr. Hughes, I..."

Dirk Carter was momentarily overwhelmed, uncertain.

Miles Hughes seemed to perceive his concerns.

Gripping his hand with more force, he said: "I've already discussed it with Grant, and he agreed. On the surface, he remains the leader of The Hughes Family, but if his opinion contradicts yours, within The Hughes Family, he'll listen to you. From now on, you can freely use The Hughes Family's resources, arrange its members as you see fit, ultimately, they will all obey you."

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