Old Mrs. Horton paused for a moment, turning her head to look over.
She saw Lewis Horton already rushing in front of Oliver Horton, directly kicking him away with one swift motion!
Old Mrs. Horton finally caught her breath, but she knew—it was already too late.
This body had borne all it could. Just moments ago, she had felt her time was near, which was why she suddenly pulled Oliver Horton upstairs.
Now, as Lewis Horton gently supported her, Old Mrs. Horton smiled faintly and pointed towards a nearby direction: "There's a security camera over there. Lewis, it's undeniable—Oliver Horton tried to strangle me. You must avenge me!"
Lewis Horton's eyes were bloodshot as he stared at Old Mrs. Horton.
He had been wrong!
Terribly wrong!
He had thought his grandmother treated him kindly out of guilt for the first branch of the family, wanting to draw closer to them. But unexpectedly, even in her dying moments, his grandmother was thinking of clearing the way for him.
