Ranaway From Wedding, Fell into Tycoon's Love Trap-Chapter 892: I Advise You Not to Speak

Theodore’s words felt like stabbing Fabian in the heart. Both were his own sons, and he couldn’t let go of either. He didn’t want anything to happen to them.

If anything happened to either, his heart would be filled with sadness and anguish, unbearable pain.

"Both of you are my sons, I want both of you, I can’t choose between you two." Fabian firmly expressed his true feelings, so Theodore would know over the phone that he wouldn’t make such a choice, as it was too painful and absurd.

Theodore was completely unmoved by Fabian’s words, stubbornly insisting that Fabian make a choice, "You must choose, you can only pick one between him and me."

This time, his tone was even more forceful, directly using the word "must," pressuring Fabian over the phone to make a choice.

"Theodore! You..."

"Alright! I know your choice."

Before Fabian could say anything, Theodore had already hung up the phone, and when he dialed back again, the phone was already turned off.

Holding the phone, he regretfully sighed and helplessly put it back in his pocket. Just as he was about to go find his eldest son, he saw that his eldest had already gotten into the car.

Seeing Fabian walking towards him, Easton started the engine, turned the car around, and drove away from the hospital.

Watching the car speeding away, Fabian felt something terribly wrong, an ominous feeling arose within him—his two sons were going to become enemies.

After leaving the hospital, Easton drove straight home, where Lily Turner was already asleep. Seeing her sleeping soundly, he moved very quietly.

Bending over, he picked up the bathrobe she had placed on his pillow, turned, and left their room to go to the bathroom outside.

After showering, Easton didn’t return to his room; instead, he headed to the study.

Buzz Buzz Buzz!

Hearing his phone buzzing, Easton reached into his pocket and pulled out the vibrating phone, looking at it.

Although there were no notes on the phone number, he immediately recognized whose number it was.

The call was from his father, Fabian, who, if he guessed correctly, was calling to mediate for his younger brother.

Easton stared at the string of numbers for a long time, and just before the call was about to disconnect automatically, he answered it.

"What’s the matter?"

He had guessed the purpose of the call, and his tone was a bit cold. At this moment, his heart was even colder than his tone.

"About earlier..."

Fabian took a long time before making this call to Easton, but when he heard Easton asking what was the matter, he suddenly didn’t know where to start.

"If you’re calling to plead for your precious son, I advise you not to say a word, because I’ve already decided to let the police handle this." The person on the other end faltered, but Easton was sure of his earlier suspicion—the call was indeed to plead for his brother, so he felt he didn’t need to consider any further.

This matter was definitely going to be resolved through legal means; he wanted that brother to face the punishment he deserved.