The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)
Chapter 2103 Heard It All

Eric chuckled lightly. His face looked cold.

"She's your mother, but she's not my wife. She and I are archenemies, so how could I marry her?"

Chance looked a little dazed, but he quickly calmed down.

"Is she dead? Auntie said you got her killed!"

His tiny body was filled with anger.

Eric looked at him with deep and pitch-black eyes.

"She sought her own death. I didn't need to do anything. I haven't settled the score with you yet. You knew that she disguised as Yasmin to stay close to me, right?"

Chance pursed his lips. He looked stubborn and guilty.

"Yes. Mommy said she wanted to live with us."

Eric laughed lightly, mocking his whims.

Mitchell sighed from the side.

Sure enough, a child was easily deceived.

Eric's attitude toward his son was so cold. Did Chance and Angie not get his point?

There was a chill in his eyes.

Staring at Chance's little face, Eric said in a cold voice,

"So, you two directed your own show when you were sick and hospitalized?"

Chance was a little flustered.

He did not expect Eric to suddenly change the topic and settle an old account with him.

These accounts were also Chance's nightmare.

That was because they were Angie's trick to attract Eric's attention.

It was also an excuse for Angie to scold Chance for being incompetent.

For a while, Chance looked embarrassed.

Chance's feelings for Angie were pure yet complicated.

He was afraid of Angie because she always abused him, but he also loved her because she was his mother. So, he could forgive her.

If Angie did not like him, he wanted her to go far away and not come back to him, but he hoped that she would be fine.

It was better than hearing about her death.

That feeling was a bolt from the blue.

Eric saw that Chance was silent and sneered.

Eric's indifferent attitude showed a bit of impatience.

"Don't think you can point fingers at me just because you're my son. Whether you understand me or not, you'd better keep in mind that I've treated you and your mother well enough. You also don't have the right to accuse me. I exercised a lot of restraint when I didn't applaud her death. The reason why I didn't tell you was not that I was afraid you'd replace out. You should know that she should've been dead long ago She doesn't deserve to leave her name in the world because of what she's done. Now that you're aware of this, you can honor her >e!:PKP: leave my protection for all I care. You can also continue to stay here and not worry about your livelihood. I won't force you to leave or stay, and I don't have any expectations for you. That's because I don't owe you anything."

Eric's words were extremely apathetic.

He did not know if Chance understood what he said. Chance's little face went from an angry red to miserably pale.

Tears welled up in Chance's eyes, and his tender face looked shocked.

Mitchell sighed and watched the confrontation between the father and son.

Eric was too cruel to a child.

However, if Mitchell looked from Eric's point of view, what Eric did was not wrong.

These two became father and son over some twisted fate.

There was a moment of silence.

The temperature in the conference room dropped

gradually.

Chance was trembling all over. He seemed to be on the verge of collapsing because he looked confused and dismal.

He was more shocked and helpless.

At this time, Angie's death no longer seemed so important to him.

That was because the weight of Eric's words seemed to be the last straw that broke him.

It turned out that his father did not love him.

Eric never expected anything from Chance. That was why Eric never showed his concern even though Chance had a speech disability or when Chance was injured.

What Eric felt was a sense of duty out of his conscience.

Mitchell pursed his lips. He could not help it anymore and gently persuaded Chance.

"Young Master, your aunt hates your father, so she wants to create a rift between you two. If you stay by Mr. Ferguson's side, you'll naturally get the best of everything. Don't overthink this. It's great that you can speak now. I'll contact your doctor and let him check on you."

Mitchell wanted to put this matter in the past.

Just as Chance turned his trembling body around, he

suddenly bumped into the chair next to him.

"Bang!"

The sound was not very loud.

In the next second, Chance staggered and fell to the ground.

He fainted.

Mitchell walked over in shock, and Eric's pupils tightened.

The two men looked at each other.

Mitchell went over and picked Chance up.

"Young Master! Young Master, what's wrong?"

Chance did not move, and his eyes rolled back. 1

Eric looked stern as he said coldly, "Bring him to the hospital."

"Yes, sir."

Mitchell took two steps out when the weapon in Chance's pocket fell to the ground.

Mitchell subconsciously looked back.

Eric saw it too. He lowered his head and picked it up.

Mitchell's expression changed dramatically.

Of course, he knew what that was.

"Mr. Ferguson, the people around the young master don't have a chance to come into contact with guns.

The young master was brought out of school by Ms. Ferguson earlier, so she must've given him this."

Eric's eyes darkened. There was a bit of gloom in his eyes.

Eric raised his head and looked out the window.

"She must be still nearby. Get someone to replace her and bring her here." 1

There was a chill in Eric's voice that could not be suppressed.

It made people shudder.

Mitchell nodded solemnly. "Yes, sir."

This time, Ingrid really hit a brick wall.

She actually tried to instigate Chance to kill Eric.

Ingrid really did not give up.

Eric's death would only bring disaster to her.

Mitchell went out with Chance in his arms, got into the car, and immediately called the bodyguards nearby.

At the entrance of Ferguson Corporation, everyone looked worried.

For some reason, Mitchell rushed into the car, carrying someone in his arms.

After a while, another ambulance came.

The ambulance stopped for a moment and left shortly after.

Ingrid watched from a distance and slowly curled her lips to show a satisfied smile.

Although Ingrid did not know why Chance was injured, it would be great if Eric died.

Even the paramedics could not save Eric in time.

It would be best that Chance and Eric were both dead.

Why should she be the only one suffering?

Ingrid thought about it and took out her phone.

She slowly dialed a number.

After a long time, the other party picked up.

Ingrid changed her tone to one that was filled with grief and sorrow.

"Mom, do you want to come back with Dad to preside over Eric's funeral? My brother is dead..."

Quinn was shocked over the phone.

"What did you say?"

Quinn could hardly believe Ingrid's words.

Ingrid repeated what she said.

"Mom, hurry back with Dad. Ferguson Corporation and my brother's assets can't fall into the hands of outsiders. It's time for me to carry the burden for our family." 3 Ingrid hung up the phone with an unconcealed smile

on her face.

The corners of her mouth were turned up.

Just as Ingrid was about to leave, her eyes flickered. She suddenly saw someone on the second floor of the cafe.

That person also saw Ingrid.

Ingrid's expression changed. "Nicole?" 1

Did Nicole hear everything just now? 5