The Prison-Made Queen novel Chapter 791

Hackett Sloan was completely deaf to Zadie’s frantic attempts to soothe him. His mind was consumed by a single, agonizing thought: his own son was betraying him. Gasping for air, his trembling finger pointed squarely at Josiah. His face was a dangerous shade of crimson.

"Josiah! You... you heartless bastard!" he wheezed. "The Sloan Group is my life’s work! I built it from the ground up, and you’re just going to sell it off like it's nothing? I'm not dead yet! I'm telling you right now—as long as there is breath in my lungs, I will never let go of this company!"

The Sloan Group was Hackett's entire legacy; he would rather die at his desk than give it up. The very idea of selling his shares and retreating to another city was the ultimate humiliation.

Josiah’s pragmatic suggestion had pushed his father to the absolute brink. Hackett’s voice cracked as his hysteria mounted. "Are you just waiting for the company to collapse? Why else would you suggest something so completely spineless?"

In Hackett's furious, panicked state, he heaped all the blame squarely onto his eldest son's shoulders. "I see it clearly now. Our family is in this mess because of you! If you weren't so useless, the business wouldn't be failing! And now that things are hard, you just want to cut and run? Not a chance in hell!"

Still weak from his recent brush with death, Hackett grabbed a water glass from his bedside table and hurled it. His aim was off, and it shattered violently against the floor, sending water and shards of glass everywhere.

Josiah watched his father’s contorted face and listened to the ruthless accusations. His heart plummeted, feeling as though it had been dunked in ice water. He opened his mouth to defend himself, but the doctor's stern warnings echoed in his mind. Arguing would only aggravate Hackett further, and Josiah refused to be the reason his father was wheeled back into the resuscitation room.

Exhausted, he simply lowered his eyes. "Dad, please calm down. That's not what I meant..."

"Not what you meant?" Hackett refused to listen, devolving into a violent coughing fit. "Cough, cough... you just want me dead so you can take the money and run! Let me tell you... the Sloan Group stays with me, even if it kills me!"

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