You, Me and Our Genius Twins

Chapter 568 Brain-Dead Alien

Edmund was speechless.

In a helpless tone, he whispered, "Leigh, cut it out."

Equivalent to property, there was the matter of responsibility.

If he accepted Dylan's property, it would mean acknowledging Dylan as his father. Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

However, he didn't want to acknowledge Dylan.

"Are you being foolish?" Leigh regarded him as if he were acting unintelligently. "If you don't want it, are you going to hand it over to your half-sister? Don't forget, you've suffered so much due to her mother. Dylan might be at fault, but his property isn't to blame. You can't treat his property like this."

Both Edmund and Dylan were speechless.

Embarrassment washed over Dylan's face.

He was momentarily lost for words before he spoke up, "Dr. Shefford is right, Ed. Don't burden yourself mentally. I'm giving this to you as compensation. I won't intrude on your life. I'll simply watch from a distance. Knowing that you're doing well will be enough for me."

Edmund really didn't want it.

He wasn't lacking in finances.

He was living well at Oasis Law Office.

Oasis Law Office was more than just a workplace—it was his home. The colleagues there were not only his companions at work but also his chosen family.

In this lifetime, being able to meet them was his greatest fortune.

He was content and didn't desire much.

Observing his continued reluctance, Leigh opened the medical kit and said, "Get ready to change your bandages."

Since Edmund was accustomed to Leigh changing his bandages daily, he complied without overthinking it and removed his shirt.

He turned his back, making it easier for Leigh to change his bandages.

At the sight of the multitude of scars crisscrossing his back, Dylan's heart clenched. He sank onto the couch, his face turning pale as he clutched his chest.

Edmund possessed a well-defined physique, the evidence of years of martial arts practice. His back displayed elegant and smooth lines, a straight waist, and a powerful upper body—a youthful form exuding explosive strength.

However, scarcely an inch remained unblemished. Fresh wounds overlapped older ones, creating a patchwork of scars.

Dylan had read the information that Martin gave him word for word several times, but the impact of reading it and seeing it with his own eyes was completely different.

Seeing the description of his son being insulted and abused in the information Martin gave him, his heart ached, but upon seeing his son covered in injuries, his heart felt like it was having a heart attack.

He stared fixedly at Edmund's back, tears streaming down his face without realizing it.

After Leigh finished changing Edmund's bandages, he put on his clothes. When he turned around, he saw Dylan's tear-filled eyes and was momentarily stunned.

Soon, he realized why Dylan suddenly lost control and helplessly looked at Leigh.

Leigh shrugged at him and tapped his temple. "Be a good boy and sign the papers. Sign them and buy us something delicious!"

She picked up the medicine box and left gracefully.

Edmund remained speechless.

It's not that simple, is it?

Leigh thought it was that simple.

Edmund's personality didn't lend itself to resisting Dylan's persistence. Sooner or later, he would likely give in and sign the papers.

Furthermore, by showing Dylan the scars on Edmund's body, the remorse Dylan felt for his son would undoubtedly deepen. Even if Edmund didn't sign on that day, Dylan would continue to wear him down until he did.

The principle that guided her life was simple: not seizing opportunities to make money was foolish.

Just as she had told Edmund, while Dylan was at fault, his money was not. Signing the papers would grant him access to the money, so why not go ahead and sign?

And regarding the potential for further entanglement with Dylan after signing, would refraining from signing really provide a definitive resolution to their relationship?

Impossible.

Edmund occupied a place in Dylan's heart, and Dylan genuinely sought reconciliation with his son. Even if Edmund didn't initially reciprocate warmly, Dylan would persistently seek his forgiveness.

With his kind nature, it was inevitable that Edmund would eventually be swayed by Dylan.

Given Edmund's personality, he might not accept Dylan's money, but he'd still care for Dylan in his old age, regardless.

In light of this, what would be the harm in acquiring the money first?

Dylan, too, was a befuddled fool. If Edmund chose not to accept the money and unforeseen events transpired, causing Dylan's assets to be claimed by his daughter, the loss would be significant.

If she were in Edmund's shoes, she'd donate the money rather than handing it over to Dylan's stepmother and daughter.

Yet, she wasn't Edmund.

All she could do was gently nudge things forward.

If Edmund insisted on not signing, she could only respect his choice.

After giving Dylan a tough time, just the thought of his pain-distorted face brought her satisfaction, prompting her to hum a tune with a light step.

Her mood was in perfect sync as her phone rang.

It was a call from Madeline.

"Hello, Maddie?" she answered.

"Leigh, Katy had an accident. She's in the hospital!" Madeline's voice sounded frantic, "Let's meet at the entrance!"

"Katy had an accident?" Leigh, who had initially intended to return to her room, quickly changed course and rushed downstairs, asking, "What happened?"

"Ann pushed her, and she got hit by a car." Madeline's voice was a mix of anxiety and distress, "She's in the operating room, and she's still in critical condition."

Swearing under her breath, Leigh muttered, "I'm on my way."

Hurrying downstairs, she found Sebastian's car pulling up right in front of her.

Normally, she maintained a respectful distance from Sebastian, but there was no time for that now. She opened the car door and got in.

Fortunately, Sebastian, who usually exuded aloofness, was sitting in the passenger seat, leaving the back seat for her and Madeline.

Without waiting to settle in, she asked, "What happened? How did Katy get into a conflict with Ann?"

Madeline explained, "I got the news from Grayson. He saw Caitlin being harassed on the roadside. He got out to help, considering Katy's connection with me. Ann saw it, pushed Katy, and she fell onto the sidewalk just as a car was passing by. She got hit."

Cursing again under her breath, Leigh couldn't help but say, "Ann is a lunatic!"

Madeline pursed her lips, not saying anything.

Worry gnawed at her.

How is Caitlin doing now?

Grayson had informed her that Caitlin had been taken to the operating room and was undergoing surgery. Her life hung in the balance, and Madeline was deeply worried.

Leigh was equally concerned about Caitlin's safety, leaving her in no mood for conversation.

As they approached the hospital, a sudden idea struck her. She turned to Sebastian and asked, "Sebastian, can you take me to the operating room?"

Sebastian nodded and made a call.

Upon arriving at the operating room, someone immediately came forward. Sebastian pointed to Leigh and said, "Escort her inside."

Understanding the instruction, the person led Leigh toward the operating room.

Madeline asked Grayson, "How's Katy? Any updates?"

Grayson shook his head, his disheveled hair and blood-stained appearance reflecting his worry and guilt. "Madeline, I'm sorry, I..."

"It's not your fault," Madeline consoled him. "Since Katy is my friend, you stepping in to help when she was being harassed was the right thing to do. Her accident isn't your fault—it's on Ann."

She looked around and inquired, "Where's Ann?"

Ann was the one at the root of this. Regardless of whether Caitlin lived or died, legal responsibility rested squarely on Ann's shoulders. She needed to keep a watchful eye on Ann to ensure she didn't try to escape out of fear.