Chapter 376 Falling Pieces

“What?” Paul glanced back at the dining room. Inside, the sounds of rustling and movement were finally dying down.

He frowned slightly and then looked at Taylor, warning her, “Stay here and keep watch. If any rumors spread, you’ll be the first one I deal with!”

Taylor lowered her gaze slightly, clearly annoyed by his tone. “Who do you think you are?”

She couldn’t care less about the Powell family’s reputation – and now he was even trying to threaten her?

Taylor turned and headed toward the old man’s courtyard. Paul, unwilling to fall behind, quickly hobbled after her, ignoring the chaos back in the dining room.

The two of them arrived at the courtyard to find the old man lying collapsed in the living room, half-unconscious. Spring was crying beside him, biting down on her sleeve in panic.

Paul rushed in and checked for breathing. Thankfully, it was steady – the old man was just knocked out.

The emergency call had already been made, but Paul couldn’t hold back his anger. He snapped at Spring, “How were you taking care of him? How does someone just fall while walking?!”

Spring, face full of sorrow, hadn’t even opened her mouth yet when another servant blurted out, “Spring pushed him! I saw it!”

Spring immediately protested, “That’s because he tried to touch me! He tried to assault me! I panicked and pushed him away!”

The moment Paul heard her accusation, he exploded. “Injuring him and now making excuses? He’s an old man – what’s wrong with you? You think he’d try to touch you? Stop dreaming!”

Paul barked out orders. “Men! Fire Spring immediately! And press charges against her, too!”

One headache after another – Paul had completely lost patience, and his words were cutting.

Spring, hearing that she was being fired, shouted back in fury, “Fine, fire me! But if you want to sue me, I’ll sue you too! He did try to touch me! Just because he’s old, that doesn’t mean he gets a free pass! As long as men are alive, none of them are innocent, especially Powell men! From old to young, not a single one is decent!”

Paul’s face turned ashen with rage. The servant who had tattled earlier jumped in, yelling, “You’re just being dramatic! So what if he touched you? Look at who you are and who he is! If he touched you, it was looking up to you! You think you’re something special now? You think getting touched means you’ve climbed up in the world? Do you all forget how young Mr. Wyatt and his mother grew up? A bunch of idiots!”

Spring shook off the butler trying to block her and stormed out of the courtyard.

Taylor watched quietly from the side, thinking Spring was impressive – clear-headed and courageous.

She exchanged a glance with Alan, silently telling him: I want her.

Alan nodded and followed after Spring.

Paul tried to lift the old man up, but his own injured leg made it impossible.

Looking at Taylor standing there like a statue, he barked, “What are you standing there for? Come help!”

Taylor didn’t want to be accused of standing by while someone was hurt, so she stepped forward and helped move the old man. Together, they rushed him to the hospital.

The old man was getting on in years. No one could be sure whether a fall like this might be the end.

Taylor crossed her arms, pacing slowly outside the emergency room.

Paul sat stiffly on a bench, eyes full of anxiety. Dark thoughts raced through his mind.

The old man might have been tough once, but now, at his age, even drinking water or eating could be fatal.

If the old man died, then the Powell family….

Paul sank into deep panic.

Just then, footsteps echoed down the hallway.

The sound of leather shoes striking the floor made Paul tense immediately.

He was so on edge about Wyatt lately that he could recognize him by his footsteps alone.

Paul jumped up, preparing for battle. He hadn’t informed Wyatt about his grandfather’s hospitalization on purpose.

But Wyatt still found out.

Not only Wyatt came – Yunice was with him.

As they approached, Paul glared warily. “What are you doing here?”

Wyatt answered, “You can come, but I can’t? Or are you afraid if I show up, the old man will die?”

His mocking tone made Paul’s lips press into a thin, tight line.

Wyatt leaned casually against the wall, then gestured for Yunice to take the bench opposite Paul.

Which meant that every time Yunice lifted her eyes, she’d see Paul directly across from her.

Wyatt looked around deliberately. “Where’s my brother? Didn’t he come?”

His smiling, almost teasing gaze fell on Paul.

Just one look, and Paul knew nothing happening inside the Powell family escaped Wyatt’s eyes.

Thinking about it now, Paul suddenly realized a lot of things didn’t add up.

Jensen, while useless most of the time, had always been obsessed with putting on the image of a successful man.

Paul couldn’t understand why a man like that would suddenly act so recklessly, fooling around with Linda right there in the dining room without a care in the world.

And the old man assault Spring? Already in his seventies – why would he suddenly lose control like that, even to the point of trying to…