Chapter 787 Stop Crying, Idiot
Ingrid was still struggling to clear her name, but Eric did not believe a word of it.
Eric wondered how his sister had grown u p tobe such a liar.
Old Master Ferguson could not stand it, then spoke with a cold tone
“What do you want to do? She’s your sister! She had good intentions. The public criticism was an
accident. Do you want to drive away everyone from the Ferguson family because of that woman?!”
In an instant, the atmosphere in the
study became tense.
Old Master Ferguson shorted coldly.” Why don’t you just change your last name to Stanton and see if
they will even look at you after you leave the Ferguson family!”
Now that it had come to this point, Old Master Ferguson was not willing to give his grandson, whom he
had single handedly promoted, any more chances.
Eric was going to drag Old Master
Ferguson down, so why should he still kive Eric the chance to do more damage?
Old Master Ferguson had his own plans i n huis heart
Since Eric was not willing to listen to him, it was better to change his heir.
Eric’s black and heavy eyes turned toward the angry Old Master Ferguson.
His voice was deep and austere.” Grandpa, if you don’t mind me changing the Ferguson family’s name
to Stanton, I won’t mind either.”
In an instant, Old Master Ferguson’s face tumed extremely angry.
“You really want to give the entire Ferguson family away?! I was so blind to have chosen you as my heir
in the first
place!
Old Master Ferguson stood up with a trembling body, then took the cane next t o him and hurled it at
Eric,
He was so angry that he wanted to beat u p his rebellious grandson, so he did not hold back on his
strength.
Eric was moved. His eyes dimmed, and they looked uply.
The cane smashed right onto Eric’s forehead before it fell to the ground.
Eric could have dodged it, but he did not.
The blood on his forehead trickled down and it looked gory.
Ingrid took in a breath of cold air. She was so scared that she did not move.
Eric was shrouded in a dense haze. He looked so vicious that no one dared to approach him.
For a period of time, even the sound of breathing was inaudible.
Old Master Ferguson’s body stiffened. His cloudy eyes narrowed, and his face tightened unpleasantly.
Eric was out of his control. He also knew how obsessive Eric was about things that he could not get
Eric did not dodge this probably because h e knew that he was wrong
The next second, Eric glanced at his
Erandather with dark and deep eyes. The COINCs of his lips curled into a couchard.
*Grandpa, do you feel better now that you hit me?
Old Master Ferguson’s heart sank for a moment. Before he could speak, Eric spoke Again.
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