Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 683

Chapter 683: Chapter 683

Calvin gripped the edge of the bed as if it was the only thing keeping him upright.

"Darren, you’ve got to hang in there, man. This family can’t lose you."

"Darren, it’s all my fault. Just open your eyes, and whatever you want to do to me, I will take it like a man!"

"Your words are prettier than a song," Eunice stepped forward, her gaze icy as it swept over them.

"If you’re really looking to make amends with your lives, why don’t you just go bash your heads against the wall and be done with it? Why waste breath on empty talk?"

Calvin and Arlen were speechless.

"Arlen, I will remember what you said. If Dad wakes up, you better not chicken out when it’s time to face the music."

The color drained from Arlen and Calvin’s faces at her words.

"Aunt Eunice, you and Uncle Bard should go back and get some rest. Grandpa won’t be waking up anytime soon — probably not till tomorrow morning at the earliest."

Rosemary’s suggestion made Calvin and Arlen exchange a glance before quickly looking away.

"No, I’m not going anywhere. I’m staying here at the hospital to keep your grandpa company tonight."

As Eunice’s words hung in the air, Bard chimed in,

"I’m staying too. Rose, I’ll have someone drive you home to rest."

"I’m not tired," Rosemary insisted, facing them.

"If anything happens to Grandpa, I want to be here to help."

"Then is there a spare room?" Bard asked the attending doctor.

"There are a few empty rooms down the hallway. Mr. Bard, if you don’t mind, the family can make do and rest there."

"Thanks," Bard said, and then turned to the others.

"Calvin, Arlen, if you have nothing further, please feel free to head home. We can’t really play host right now."

He put an arm around Eunice’s shoulder, whispering,

"Let’s go."

"Mhm." Eunice nodded and gestured to Rosemary.

"Come here to me."

In the end, Darren was placed in room 919, Bard and Eunice took 918, and Rosemary settled into 917.

Calvin and Arlen, among others, still sat on the hallway benches, seemingly reluctant to leave.

Ten minutes later, the lights on the entire floor went out.

Quick, light footsteps hurried towards room 919. The door swung open, and Darren was stabbed over a dozen times.

In the other rooms, 918 and 917, sleep gas was released. After a moment, the doors were opened for a swift and silent takedown.

Calvin, waiting in the hallway, soon heard from his underling,

"Boss, it’s done. They’re all gone."

"What did you just say?" Calvin asked in a hushed tone, perhaps unable to believe how smoothly things had gone.

"Are you sure?"

"Saw it with my own eyes, boss. It’s the honest truth!"

Seeing his subordinate bowing with utmost respect, Calvin still couldn’t believe it. He began to stride toward room 919.

Pushing open the door, the lights flickered on, and Calvin saw the white bedsheets soaked in blood.

Arlen, following close behind, was equally incredulous, a glint of elation flickering in his eyes.

"Dead? Is Darren finally dead?"

Calvin and Arlen were both shaken and ecstatic.

"Is he really gone? This is great."

Now they could rest easy.

Calvin hadn’t expected Darren to go out like this. His emotions were tumultuous, and it took a while before he could compose himself. Step by deliberate step, he approached the bloodied bed.

On the hospital bed lay a man with a face identical to Darren’s — except his heart and stomach had been stabbed over a dozen times. The wounds oozed blood, and their gaping maws were a horrific sight to behold.

Calvin felt a semblance of relief wash over him.

"Darren, you’ve only got yourself to blame. You know, if you had just slept through and not woken up, I would have been there for you for the rest of your days. But tonight, you just had to wade into the Arlen family mess! You can’t blame us for playing rough now."

"Darren, you’ve had it all these years: wealth, family, the works. Now it’s time for your brothers to have a turn."

Arlen interjected, unable to contain himself.

"Don’t worry, your wife is with your younger son, Sampson. He’ll take good care of her. Your elder son, Bard, would have passed away by now — you two can leave the world together. As for the Griffith Group, we brothers will take the reins. You just rest easy. We’ll see to it that you have a grand send-off."

At this point, Calvin couldn’t help but ask,

"With Darren gone, along with Bard and Eunice, how do we get their shares and assets transferred to us?"

"Yeah, they didn’t sign anything. What if—"

Before Arlen could finish, he was interrupted with a chuckle.

"You two numbskulls, scared witless, huh? Just use their hands to stamp the transfer papers later, right?"

"That makes sense. It’s a shame about that girl, though. Heard she was quite the medic," Calvin said, his tone carrying a hint of regret.

"If she can’t be of use to us, then she’s no use at all," Arlen said firmly.

"Let’s get those stamps done!"

Calvin wanted to feel that weight off his chest as soon as possible. Once Darren, Bard, and Eunice’s stamps were on the transfer papers, everything would be settled.

He reached for Darren’s hand, about to make the stamp, when suddenly something felt off.

"Hold on."

His voice caused all the brothers present to look up in confusion.

"Calvin, what’s wrong?"

"Something’s off about Darren’s hand." As Calvin examined it closely, it wasn’t just the hand that was wrong. On closer inspection, the face and limbs of the corpse seemed peculiar too. The features looked strange. The hands and feet seemed a tad chubbier and shorter than Darren’s.

What on earth was going on?

"My dear brothers, what a clever scheme you’ve concocted!" Darren’s voice startled the brothers, causing them to step back in fear, eyes darting between the bed and the door.

"A ghost, a ghost!"

But the Darren on the hospital bed said nothing. Instead, a tall and authoritative figure appeared in the doorway.

Darren’s sudden appearance left everyone in disbelief, their eyes darting between the door and the hospital bed.

How could there be two Darrens?

Darren wasn’t dead. He strode into the room, followed by Bard, Eunice, and Rosemary.

The brothers’ eyes widened in shock.

"Darren, what’s going on?"

Why was there a Darren at the door and one on the bed?

Why was everyone alive?

Darren approached them, delivering a resounding slap to each of them, shaking with fury.

Calvin and Arlen were terrified, heads bowed, unable to meet his gaze.

What was going on?

"The man in the bed was one of the goons you sent to surround the manor. We picked out a few with similar builds, dressed them up, added prosthetics and wigs."

Darren’s explanation brought realization to his brothers. So, the man on the bed wasn’t really Darren.

It was one of their henchmen, disguised after they’d surrounded the manor!

It all made sense now.

"They’d been drugged into a deep sleep, but then your men went and stabbed them a dozen times. No saving them now."

The brothers finally understood — they had fallen for Darren’s trap. It had all been a set-up by Darren himself.