Joanna's eyes reddened as she looked at him. "After the crash, we suspected your car had been tampered with, so we called the police. They've already contacted Natalie. The officers are downstairs investigating now."

Jerome bit his lip. Could it really have been Natalie? But she had warned him not to race. He hadn't believed her.

At that moment, Nathan produced a share transfer agreement. "Jerome," he said, his tone heavy, "you'll be going abroad for treatment in three days. While you're gone, I'll take care of everything. You have 5% of the company shares. Why don't you transfer them to me for now?"

"The company is in a volatile state, and I'm worried something might happen. But your treatment can't be delayed. Your mother is so busy with the company that she can't even come see you."

The words struck Jerome like a bolt of lightning. He remembered the recording his mother had played for him—the real threat to his life was his own father and Joanna. His mother had said she was getting a divorce, that she was giving up on him. Seeing the share transfer agreement, his heart sank. Could it be true?

He also remembered Natalie's words. Larry hadn't exposed him yet because he wanted to watch Jerome be destroyed by the very people he cherished most. Was everything Natalie said true?

Jerome was terrified-terrified that the sister he had doted on his whole life was a monster.

His eyes, filled with rage, locked onto his father. "Dad, I just had the accident. I can barely speak, I can't even lift my hand, and you're already asking me to sign over my shares? Are you that desperate to get your hands on them?"

Seeing his anger, Nathan softened his tone. The most important thing was to get him to sign. His own health had been strange lately.

“Alright, alright. If not to me, then give them to Joanna. You adore her. The shares would be safe with her."

"Get out!" Jerome roared.

His mother had also asked for that 5% stake before, but he had refused, thinking she was playing favorites. His mind was a mess. Who was telling the truth? Who was lying?

"Was Natalie at the racetrack

today?" he asked, his face pale, his voice weak. The pain from his legs was unbearable, and darkness encroached on his vision. His gaze on Joanna was particularly sharp.

"So, you two are after my shares," Jerome said, a humorless smile on his lips.

Joanna and Nathan exchanged a look. Had he figured something out?

"You say Natalie set me up. Do you have any proof?" he asked, his voice low and hoarse.

Joanna's brow f

furrowed. "It must be

because you gave her designs to Verna. She held a grudge and

plotted against you. After the

accident, the security footage

showed a suspicious person near your cat. When they caught hire him, he Said Natalie hired him. Dad was so

angry he called the police."

"I know she's your sister, and this must be hard for you to hear. But right now, your

legs are the priority. Let the law deal with Natalie."

Jerome closed his eyes. "Where's my phone?"

Joanna approached his bed. Seeing his refusal to sign, a murderous glint flashed in her eyes. "You need to rest. Dad will hold onto your phones, for you. Once you sign the transfer agreement, he'll give it back."