Lingering Doting Marriage: Big Boss, Little Sweet Heart

Chapter 2724: Chapter 2733: At the Critical Moment, Li Beijue Arrives

”Because of your two-timing mom, my mother is obviously the rightful Mrs. Westbrook, yet everyone only knows her as the ex-wife who became a Princess Consort, not to mention Father always thinking about that woman! Ha, even treating you differently because of it.”

He resented Lyle Westbrook’s existence, which made things extremely awkward between him and his mom.

”Do you think I don’t know that the only reason Father married my mother was to spite that woman?”

Back then, when Lyle’s mom discovered Howe Westbrook’s existence and knew Logan Westbrook had other women outside, she forcefully divorced him.

Half a year later, she married her former fiancé, Prince Andrei, becoming a high and mighty Princess Consort.

This legend once made newspapers and media scramble to report on it.

Logan Westbrook was always disgruntled with her decision and, out of spite, legitimized the mistress he had kept outside. The humble mistress transformed, as the mother is distinguished by the prominence of her son, into Mrs. Westbrook.

This should have been an uplifting event.

But because Lyle’s mom’s life was so legendary, her brilliance completely overshadowed the new Mrs. Westbrook, casting a huge shadow over the life of the mother and son who should have held their heads high.

Howe Westbrook had always lived in the shadows.

As a child, in the shadow of Lyle’s mom. As he grew, in the shadow of an overly excellent younger brother.

If it wasn’t for Lyle getting stimulated by the unexpected car accident and death of his cousin, running away with his little niece to Linton City, changing his name to become a doctor, Howe would have long since been unable to bear it.

Everything was going fine; he had started taking over the Westbrook family’s affairs. Yet, who would’ve thought that just as he began the path to a pleasant life, the runaway would return!

And his partial father, unexpectedly, without hesitation, gave Lyle an opportunity no less than his own.

Heh heh!

Howe Westbrook, with a gloomy look in his eyes, stared at him viciously, enunciating each word, ”Dear brother, you are the stain on my life. I wish I could carve you out even if it meant cutting my own flesh! So rest assured, even if the brotherly sentiments are heart-wrenching, I will send you to see God! I know you want to stall, heh, but unfortunately, I won’t give you another chance!”

Just as Howe lifted his hand to command action, the room door was suddenly and violently kicked open from the outside—

With a loud bang, dozens of elite special forces streamed in, swiftly aiming strafing machine guns at the people inside the room.

”Who are you people?” Howe Westbrook, aimed at by so many military-issued machine guns, was shocked, furious, and questioned angrily.

”Young Master Westbrook, I advise you not to move recklessly. If you move more than 60 degrees, the sniper rifles aiming at you from outside will blow your head off instantly!” the leader coldly reminded him.

Howe Westbrook froze as if his acupoints had been pressed, not daring to move his stiff body. His face turned from green to white to red, looking extremely unsightly. With his rigid movements, he appeared as ridiculous as a clown. Suddenly, he viciously twisted his head like a venomous snake toward the person on the hospital bed, angrily growling, ”Lyle Westbrook, alright, you’re framing me!”

His brother, who is usually adept at winning people’s hearts, had used the lives of a few subordinates to frame him this time, quite ruthless!

He didn’t notice that the man on the hospital bed was just as surprised as him, seemingly not expecting so many people to storm in.