Chapter 555 - Unless

Something big had happened in City Y recently!

The head of the Scavo family, Vincent, had a car accident on the way to the cemetery more than half a month ago. Except Emily being saved, there were only a few burnt corpses left on the scene. The news had been suppressed for more than half a month. It was not until today when Rolando came back from the autopsy department that he issued an obituary and officially announced the death of Vincent in a car accident.

For a time, all the citizens of City Y were immersed in this sad news, and even many women secretly wiped their tears with great sorrow.

Over the past few days, the Scavo's had been bustling with friends from the business world. Other than that, the various branches of the family also came to express their condolences to their relatives and friends. However, Ethen, who was most likely to be the next head of the Scavo family, had yet to appear.

In a high-class hotel suite, Ethen held the autopsy report in his hand. He flipped through a few pages and threw them back onto the coffee table. "Dead or alive, I have to see him. Although there is one corpse, I believe it is not Vincent."

"Rolando has admitted it. What else do you doubt?" Bruce frowned as he said earnestly, "Hurry up to meet him. Everyone has seen your performance and you will soon be the head of the family."

"Dad, you are too naive." Ethen picked up a glass of wine from the coffee table and took a sip. "I came back from Italy, took over the affairs of the family, and then Vincent suddenly had a car accident. Don't you think that all these things happened too..."

Bruce's eyes lit up. "That's right! It's as if it was fated. Perhaps even God couldn't bear to watch it and wanted to kill him. That's why they let you be the head."

Ethen was lost for words.

Ethen looked at him in confusion. "Dad, I really don't understand. How did you give birth to a son as smart as me? Could it be that I inherited all my mother's genes?"

There was a dead silence.

Bruce's face was red as he cursed, "Bastard!"

Ethen stood up and tried his best to make it easier to understand. "What I mean is that those things seemed to be secretly manipulated. They happened so reasonably and smoothly, making it impossible for anyone to find doubtful points."

Bruce continued to guess, "So do you mean ... someone is helping us behind the scenes?"

Words failed Ethen.

"Dad, you should go back. I don't think we have anything to talk about." Feeling like he was casting pearls before swine, Ethen couldn't help but sit on the sofa and wave at Bruce.

"How can you talk to me like that?" Bruce chided with knitted eyebrows.

"I am puzzled. Are you indeed my father?" Ethen sighed.

"Bastard!" Bruce cursed.

"Alright, alright, alright. I know I'm a bastard, okay? I'll go later. You can leave." Ethen pushed Bruce to the door. "Take care. Goodbye."

Before Bruce could finish his sentence, the door was closed.

He suppressed his anger and could not help but think about what Ethen meant. Because he could not figure it out for a long time, he assumed that there was a kind person who did good things by helping his son to be the head of the family.

"Ethen." Ethen's assistant, Kevin, came in and handed to Ethen the relevant information about the product price. "This is the price list that the engineers and the product research and development department rushed out late at night. Take a look."

After taking the document, Ethen sat down on the chair from the sofa, turned on the computer, and verified the decimal places. Then he rubbed his temples, closed the document, and asked Kevin, "What do you think Vincent threw such a big hot potato to me? I wonder where he is now."

"Do you think Vincent is still alive?" Kevin asked in surprise.

"I believe that he didn't die and all of this is within his plan." Ethen patted the back of his neck. Upon seeing this, Kevin swiftly went over to relax his muscles by massaging his shoulders and neck. Ethen stretched and said lazily, "Did you notice? Last time in Italy, he was injured, so all the cooperation matters over there were transferred to me. Did anyone raise any objections at the family meeting? No."

"At the time, I thought that he intentionally got injured." Ethen yawned. "Look, as soon as he was injured, all affairs in Italy were left to me. No one had any objections. Although it looks reasonable, I kept feeling that something was wrong. And in this car accident, all the people in the car died coincidentally. Do you think I will believe it?"

"How do you explain the autopsy report?" Kevin questioned.

Ethen waved his hand as a gesture of stopping massaging before getting up from the chair. When he passed by the coffee table, he picked up a cherry tomato and threw it into his mouth. "It's all within the plan. How can someone pick out a flaw? There must be something in the dark."

"If it is so, Rolando would find a loophole. He is so shrewd. How could he be cheated by these tricks?" Kevin questioned.

Ethen gave him a look of appreciation. Talking to his assistant was more enjoyable than to his brainless father.

"This is also one of my doubts. Normally, Rolando should have done careful appraisals in various places. However, he issued an obituary after taking just one autopsy report without doubting the authenticity of it at all. It was as if ... he had made preparations."

Kevin asked thoughtfully, "Could it be that this is also within Vincent's plan?"

Ethen wiped his hands with a tissue. "But it doesn't make sense. Vincent is Rolando's only grandson. What good will it do him if Vincent dies?"

Right. If Vincent was dead, anyone but Rolando could benefit from it.

"Unless..." Kevin entertained a bold guess, but he immediately stopped talking at the thought of something.

"Unless what?" Ethen looked at him.

Not daring to say anything, Kevin shook his head. "Nothing."

"Say it. Don't keep me in suspense." Ethen pointed at Kevin. "I hate it when people break off in mid-sentence."

"That's what I was thinking. Please don't be angry after hearing this. Unless ... Vincent is not Rolando's grandson. Otherwise, what good will there be in this matter?" Kevin explained immediately.

Ethen stood there. His usually smiling face was slightly gloomy, and his eyes were serious. He knitted his eyebrows as he was looking in the direction of Kevin. It was more like he was just thinking about something in a daze.

"I'm sorry, Ethen. I said something wrong. Don't blame me," Kevin apologized instantly.

"Yes, you're right." Ethen frowned and sat down on the sofa. "Many things indeed happened in the family earlier, but people were tight-lipped and unwilling to talk about them. Maybe it was forbidden, but I vaguely know one thing. Vincent was brought back by Rolando at a very young age. At that time, he was just a baby ... It is possible that something went wrong."

"You mean..." Kevin immediately realized that his guess might be right and widened his eyes in surprise.

Ethen warned, "Never let the third person know this. If I find it, you know your end."

"Understood!" Kevin respectfully bowed his head.

Ethen picked up the wine glass again and said after a while, "Whether he is or not, he is still my brother."

Kevin couldn't understand. In his view, Vincent was cold to everyone and was neither good nor bad to Ethen. At least, among the children of the entire branch family, Vincent had taken care of Ethen a bit.

Ethen took a sip of wine and said, "In the whole family, although he is cold to me, he has taught me many things. He passed on his survival skills to me. I finally know why he picked me. Someone weak as my father will never be the head of the family. My mother has brains but isn't decisive. As for me ... I have to say, he's very accurate in his judgment."

He smiled slightly and gestured to the front with his wine glass, as if he was toasting, and then finished the wine.

"Of course I won't let him down."

Ethen stood up. "Pack up. We're going to the Scavo's."

"Yes!"