Chapter 222

Henry Chamberlain pushed open the doors of Valdemar Sanatorium.

Patriarch Valdemar sat by the floor-to-ceiling windows, enjoying his lunch.

Sunlight streamed through the glass, illuminating the dining table. The old man picked up a piece of braised pork and chewed slowly.

He already knew everything about the company's recent developments.

He had thought Sophia Laurent would barely manage against the cunning old foxes.

But she hadn't just survived—she'd turned the tables and taken control of the company.

A flawless victory.

As for her management skills, time would tell.

Her boldness and strategy had impressed him.

His spirits had visibly improved. He'd already asked for two extra servings.

"Henry, you're here?" The patriarch set down his chopsticks with a smile.

Seeing the healthy flush on the old man's face, Henry exhaled in relief.

It had been a long time since the patriarch looked this content—not since Alexander's accident.

They chatted about company affairs for a while. Then, after hesitating, Henry brought up Adrian.

"Sir, there's something I need to report."

He recounted Adrian's harassment of Sophia at the office, including every arrogant word.

He even played the surveillance footage from his phone.

Adrian's lewd behavior was unmistakable.

The patriarch's expression darkened instantly.

"That disgrace!"

His chopsticks slammed onto the table, rattling the dishes.

"Skipping business school to become an actor! Years in the industry with nothing to show for it, and now he's picked up his father's womanizing ways!"

His beard trembled with rage. "Good! Alexander spoiled him rotten!"

Henry remained silent.

The young master was indeed outrageous. Fooling around was one thing, but drugging his own brother?

All because he "couldn't stand seeing his brother live like a eunuch."

If it were up to Henry, he'd have broken the boy's legs long ago.

Adrian had fled abroad that very night, clearly guilty.

No one could have predicted Alexander's sudden accident.

Still fuming, the patriarch stormed into the adjacent hospital room.

Alexander lay motionless on the bed, his breathing steady.

"Look what your indulgence has done!"

The patriarch jabbed a finger at the bed. "Every time I tried to discipline him, you stopped me! Now he's harassing your wife!"

"Thank God she has sense and put him in his place. Otherwise, that brat would've gone completely out of control!"

His shouts echoed through the room, met only by the steady beep of the heart monitor.

Exhausted, the patriarch finally left.

Once the footsteps faded, Henry cleared his throat. "Mr. Valdemar, he's gone."

The man on the bed opened his eyes.

His dark gaze was sharp as a blade. The temperature in the room seemed to drop.

"Explain."

Henry repeated the incident and handed over his phone.

Watching Adrian's crude behavior, Alexander's brow furrowed.

When he heard the vulgar remarks, his expression turned stormy.

His brother was long overdue for discipline.