Be walked briskly ahead and said, "I left that trap on purpose for him. I was just waiting for him to take the bait."


    "What?" Steven was shocked.


    "Did you seriously think that confidentiality agreement had any real use?" Be''s eyes were cold as ice. "There are no secrets that can''t be uncovered. Even if Wyatt didn''t go to the hospital, news of his copse at thepany would get out. Cameron witnessed it firsthand and probably thinks he''s caught a golden opportunity to strike back. He''s probably thrilled to exploit it. If you want to trap him, you first need to let him act. If he doesn''t make a move, how can I make mine?"


    Steven understood and gave Be a thumbs up. "Wow! Ms. Be, you really are cunning-no, I mean, clever and resourceful!"


    When Be arrived, the medical team had just left. Wyatt''s condition had stabilized, but his spirits were at an all-time low.N?velDrama.Org holds ? this.


    "Have you told the family?" Be asked Justin, her eyes teary and red.


    Justin shook his head gently and put his arm around her waist, pulling her close to his chest.


    "Although they''ll have to know sooner orter, let''s not tell them for now," Justin said with concern. "Your father is not doing well and needs some peace."


    Be lowered her eyes and rested her forehead against Justin''s broad shoulder. Her clenched fists were trembling. As Wyatt''s daughter, and given their simr personalities, Be could understand how much Wyatt was suffering inside.


    "Is everything sorted out over there? If you need my help, just say so. Don''t bear it all alone." Justin took this opportunity to speak his mind, but his words were sincere.


    "It''s fine... Everything has been taken care of." Be leaned against him weakly, sniffing.


    "My wife is truly amazing." Justin couldn''t help but kiss her cheek, his heart pounding. He was ready to take any scolding or beating for her.


    She was his wife, and there was no denying it anymore.


    "What''s really going on with Dad''s health?" Be asked, rubbing her eyes with worry etched on her face.


    "The medical team came, but given the limitations here, they could only stabilize his condition temporarily. He needs to go to the hospital for further examination. But he doesn''t want to go."


    Be was furious. "At this point, how can he still care about his pride? Is pride more important than his life?"


    Justin held her trembling hand, smiling wryly. "Honestly, for someone like your father, who has been noble all his life, pride might actually be more important than his life." A gentleman would rather die than be humiliated.


    "Thest time Aaron came over, it caused such a scene. We can''t ask Arnold to help again this time."


    Be sighed in frustration, "If it were a broken arm or leg, I could handle it. But when ites to neurology, it''s really out of my capability..."


    "In the end, it''s all my fault."


    Justin was filled with guilt and bitterness. "It must be the


    medication. The effects were too strong and caused side effects. didn''t think it through enough. shouldn''t have given it to himso easily..."


    "Justin, don''t me yourself. It''s not your fault," Be said as she gently caressed his cheek. She then walked over to her father.


    At that moment, Wyatt was lyingpletely motionless on the sofa with his back to them, covered by a nket. Be felt a painful lump in her throat.


    All her life, her father''s presence had


    been like an insurmountable


    mountain to her, protecting her from everything when she was a child. As she grew up, he stood behind her, giving her his full support.


    But now, he suddenly seemed so old to her. Hey there silently, curled up into a pitiful, frail old man.


    She called softly, "Wyatt, hey, hey."