Chapter 242 - 241: The Heavens are About to Change

Lowell Manor.

Harrison Lowell, who had rushed home in a panic only to find he’d been had, was currently throwing a tantrum on the sofa.

"You cold, heartless family! You didn’t even give me a heads-up! Do you have any idea how worried I was when I got that call?! Argh!!!"

He’d been in his dressing room memorizing his lines when he suddenly got a call from his mother.

He didn’t even have time to ask the director for leave; he just bought a ticket for the next flight back. On the way, he couldn’t help but shed a few tears.

But when he got home with eyes as red as a rabbit’s, he saw his grandfather—the same one who was supposedly ’critically ill’ on the phone—sitting at the dining table, holding a bowl of shredded pork congee and staring wistfully as everyone else feasted on rich dishes.

Wendy Sutton shot him a look. "What about it? I was just helping you get into character. If I’d told you the truth, would the paparazzi have been able to snap those shots of you looking so heartbroken and anxious?"

"Mom, you can question my character, but you can’t question my acting! I’m a Grand Slam Best Actor who’s won so many awards over the years I’ve lost count, okay?!"

Harrison Lowell wriggled on the sofa, radiating an aura of bitter resentment.

Yancy Lowell ignored the writhing cocoon, shifted over a little, and nonchalantly went back to his book.

’He wasn’t about to admit that he’d been scared to death at first, too. Luckily, his school was less than an hour’s drive from Lowell Manor, so the suspense hadn’t been as torturous for him.’

’Watching someone else get chewed out was always more interesting from a third-person perspective.’

Yvonne Lowell casually put away her phone and stretched.

"Third Brother, just focus on studying for your exams at home for now. We’ll head to Country M three days before the test date."

"Yvonne! You’re heartless! I’m clearly the one who’s most hurt and upset, but you only comfort him! Why?!"

Harrison Lowell scrambled up and wrapped an arm around her neck.

"You’re not the one taking the Loster exam. Besides, your self-healing abilities are so great, I’m sure you’ll be fine on your own," Yvonne said, nonchalantly shaking off his paw.

’He’s just a spoiled, rebellious brat who likes to scream and shout to get the adults’ attention. Does he really need her to coddle him?’

Harrison Lowell: ...’It really is good to be home. I get a daily diet of personal attacks. So nourishing.’

"Three days early? By that calculation, we only have half a month left. What about things here at home..." Yancy hesitated.

"We’ll leave in secret. Are you really planning to miss the exam over this? Besides, who knows? Grandpa might be fully recovered by then," Yvonne said.

’Half a month was more than enough time for them to wipe out all that filth in one fell swoop.’

’She’d already spoon-fed them all the evidence. With a green light all the way, things would only move faster, not slower.’

Hearing this, Yancy didn’t say any more.

’Of course he didn’t want to miss the exam. Ever since he was a child, mathematics was the only thing that had ever truly interested him, and Professor Spencer had always been the role model he aspired to follow.’

"Caleb, Nola, you two come up to the study," Director Lowell called out from the top of the stairs.

Yvonne Lowell raised an eyebrow and got up, heading upstairs with Caleb Lowell.

"Looks like our Chairman Lowell has gotten some inside information, hmm? Aren’t you going to share?"

Director Lowell gave her a mischievous wink. He had overheard what she said earlier; there was no way Yvonne Lowell was just speaking off the cuff.

"Director Lowell, you flatter me. What inside information could a common businesswoman like me possibly have? When it comes to being well-informed on these matters, who in our family can compare to you?

Besides, there’s only one Chairman Lowell in this family, and that’s my grandfather—your father. If word of what you just said got out, people who don’t know any better might think I was trying to usurp power."

Yvonne Lowell retorted, not showing any weakness.

’Tsk, why hadn’t she ever realized how fun it was to bicker with her uncle before?’

’Fun. Loved it. Would do it again.’

But surprisingly, Director Lowell didn’t snap back, which Yvonne found strange.

The moment she pushed open the study door, Director Lowell shouted, "Dad, your granddaughter says she’s going to usurp power! She wants to be the one and only Chairman Lowell in this family!"

Yvonne Lowell: ...Well played.

’So it was true. Everyone who loved playing mind games was a natural-born debater.’

"Uncle, slander and defamation are illegal. And Pluto’s legal team is notoriously protective of its own, you know," Yvonne said, glancing at him.

"By the way, didn’t you say you had inside information to announce once we came up? Where is it? You weren’t just tricking us, were you? You wouldn’t do that, would you?"

Charles Lowell snickered from the side. "Serves you right! Why did you have to provoke her?"

"Dad! Look at them!" At a loss for words, Director Lowell turned to Old Mr. Lowell for help.

Old Mr. Lowell’s face instantly darkened to the color of a burnt pot. He shot his son a glare. "What, you think I’m too full from my plain congee tonight?

I just don’t get it. This is clearly about a conflict at your job, so why am I and your mother the ones who get poisoned? Did they think we were old and easy to kill?"

Yvonne Lowell and Caleb Lowell exchanged a look, both seeing the helplessness in the other’s eyes.

’Phones shouldn’t just have a parental control mode for teens; they need one for seniors, too.’

Director Lowell rubbed his nose, looking a bit guilty. "I don’t know either. It couldn’t be because my family can’t afford a nutritionist, could it?"

The moment he finished speaking, eight eyes in the study turned to Yvonne Lowell, all filled with curiosity.

The corner of Yvonne’s mouth twitched. "It’s because Uncle is on the next promotion list. Besides his outstanding abilities, he also has the support of two members of the Crawford Family. He’s undoubtedly stepped on some toes."

"Then what’s that got to do with this old man? If they’ve got the guts, they should have just poisoned him!" Old Mr. Lowell grumbled, his face full of displeasure.

’This stupid poison had him stuck drinking congee all this time.’

"Dad, you really are my father!"

"It’s mainly because if something happened to Grandpa and Grandma, Uncle’s performance at work would definitely be affected. And even if it wasn’t, they would have pinned the crime of patricide on him," Yvonne said pointedly.

’When she uncovered this information, she had laughed in anger at their shamelessness. Was it really so hard for them to use their brains for something good?’

’They had even prepared a follow-up move, just waiting for her grandfather to ’pass away from illness’.’

Silence fell over the study. The reason was simple: everyone was furious.

In the end, they had underestimated the evil of human nature. Even though their family had navigated the business world for so many years and witnessed plenty of dirty dealings, they were still thoroughly disgusted.

"Don’t worry. They’re just grasshoppers in late autumn—they won’t be hopping around for much longer," Yvonne said calmly, taking a sip of tea.

"If I’m not mistaken, Elder Ford’s people will be making the arrests in secret. You might go to work tomorrow and find that a few of your colleagues have taken a leave of absence."

Director Lowell was silent for a moment. "Sigh. The winds are changing."

But this profound act lasted less than a minute before Director Lowell was back to his usual self. "Wait a minute, your information is way too good! The connections you’re borrowing... are they from the Forrest Family?"

Yvonne Lowell shook her head, just smiling without a word.

’In any case, their family didn’t need to do a thing. They just had to sit back and wait for those dregs of society to get what they deserved.’