CHAPTER 258: CHAPTER 258: BREAKING POINT

"I’m not trying to control you; I just want to help you." Landon Lawson laughed at himself.

"To me, it just looks like you want to show off, doesn’t it make you feel powerful? You can interfere in other people’s lives at will?" Miles Grant laughed and spoke again, "I have not gone astray, and I don’t need your concern."

Watching him speak with such righteousness, Landon Lawson pointed to the manila envelope on the table, "Open it and take a look, see what else you have to say."

Miles Grant hesitated for a moment, looking at the sealed manila envelope. He had noticed it since he first came in, but he thought it was just some documents Landon Lawson needed to see.

Was this prepared for him from the beginning?

What exactly does Landon Lawson know?

He reached out his delicate hand, but at the moment of touching the manila envelope, he paused. His hand froze in the air, not daring to open the sealed document, fearing what shameful information might be hidden inside.

A voice told Miles Grant not to open it.

Once opened, he would lose his last shred of dignity.

Watching the man’s hand motionless, Landon Lawson reached out and took the document, opening it slowly, "Let me help you look."

"April 1st, took a day off, reason: family matters."

"April 8th, took the afternoon off, feeling unwell."...

Every week, Miles Grant would take leave at regular times for various reasons, and because of his position at the hospital, such half-day and day-long leaves were granted. Plus, Miles often worked overtime, even making up for the time when he was off.

With Landon Lawson’s narration, Miles Grant’s face grew paler. When mentioning the leave taken a few days ago, Landon put the document down, sliding it in front of Miles, and slowly said, "What more do you have to say?"

"These are all regular leaves. What’s wrong with that? Who told you a doctor must always work? Can’t a doctor take leave?" Miles straightened his chest with bravado, yet his eyes flickered as he spoke.

Landon Lawson let out a light snort. If he had told the truth from the beginning, he wouldn’t have pursued it so persistently. But even now, he argued, refusing to admit the truth despite the clear evidence.

"The last two times you took leave, I called you. You said you were about to perform surgery, but you were clearly not at the hospital. Where did you perform the surgery? Did you run off to someone’s house to do private surgeries?"

As he spoke, he took out a stack of photographs from behind him and slammed them in front of Miles Grant, his last shred of patience utterly worn away, "Miles Grant, you’re a doctor. You should know what to do and what not to do!"

Looking at the photos thrown before him, Miles Grant’s face turned pale.

The thing he feared most had happened; Landon Lawson had found out after all.

He laughed self-deprecatingly; his last shred of dignity was truly gone. But this matter must not be known by Landon, and it can’t be publicized, especially not known by Vera Yates.

At least now, Landon didn’t have any concrete evidence.

"What can these photos prove? I was just giving a friend a quick check-up. What’s wrong with that? Didn’t I casually check the health of the Lawsons’ servants when they had issues? If that’s the case, does it mean that what I did at the Lawsons’ was also shady?"

Watching Miles’s stubborn refusal, Landon’s heart turned completely cold. Does he not trust him, or what? Why won’t he admit the truth even now?

"Miles Grant, you have gone astray. As your friend, I can’t just sit by and watch you throw your life away. What you’re doing will hurt you."

"Don’t say those grand-sounding words." Miles waved his hand decisively, speaking as he stood up to leave. Landon’s brows furrowed slightly; the conversation wasn’t over yet.

"Miles Grant! Do you really think I have no evidence?"

Landon suddenly blocked Miles’s path, knowing he wouldn’t speak without concrete evidence. He had investigated, and Miles would secretly take surgical equipment from the hospital every time he left. This had been covered up by Landon; if the hospital found out, Miles’s medical career would truly be over.

"Since you have evidence, why don’t you hurry up and report me? What are you still standing here for? Landon Lawson, are you my dad? From now on, stay out of my affairs. My matters are none of your business!"

Miles forcefully pushed Landon aside, causing Landon’s body to stagger for a while, almost losing his balance.

Watching the back of the departing man, Landon shouted loudly, "Miles Grant!"

The man’s pace paused for a moment; he turned, squinting at Landon, speaking slowly but firmly, "From now on, you don’t need to concern yourself with my matters. From now on, we’re no longer brothers, Landon Lawson. I’m really fed up with you."

With those words, Miles turned and left resolutely.

Landon stood lingering in place, watching the departure of his brother; a friendship of over twenty years torn apart so quickly. He truly felt like a failure. How had he not realized he’d end up in such a position?

His wife, children, and now even his friends, were all leaving him one by one.

Landon Lawson, are you that useless!

A rush of negative emotions flooded his chest, pressing down on Landon till he could hardly breathe. He only cared about a few people.

Outsiders said Landon was cold and unfeeling, but only those near him knew he wasn’t ruthless but deeply affectionate. It’s just that he gave out these feelings only to a few people.

Few could make him care, but once he cared, he would give his life without hesitance.

Fuming, he ran to the wine cellar, thinking that only by drinking heavily would he ease the pain.

These were all wines he had collected for many years. Landon poured the drinks down his throat like they were free, disregarding the fact that they should have been savored slowly.

He wanted to be drunk, wanted to drown his sorrows!

The old butler, a little worried since Miles left two hours ago, knew what Landon was truly like. Others might not, but the old butler surely did.

After the falling out with Miles, Landon was surely feeling terrible. This child’s mind had always been heavy since childhood, never revealing his thoughts to anyone. Who knows which corner he’s hiding in now, secretly drinking?

When the old butler arrived at the wine cellar, upon pushing the door open, he was hit with a strong smell of alcohol.

Although it was a wine cellar, these wines were all well-aged and sealed without any noticeable scent.

He walked further in and saw Landon curled up in a corner beside at least three or four bottles scattered around him.

A half bottle would normally make a person heavily drunk, yet Landon had drunk so much.