Headlines blared, "Myers Family Patriarch Charles Gravely Ill—What Future for the Empire?" Speculation ran rampant—if Charles passed, would the Myers family structure shift? The current public face of the family was Arthur, Charles' sole direct descendant. It seemed a foregone conclusion that Arthur would assume full control of the conglomerate. The outcome was so predictable that financial outlets were scrambling for new angles to keep the story trending. Chloe received the news before it broke publicly. Eugene, with his extensive networks, had called her first. "Charles has had a serious accident. He fell from the second-floor landing down to the foyer. The injuries are severe... The prognosis is not good." Eugene's voice was low and steady over the phone. The moment Chloe heard Eugene's assessment of Charles' condition, her grip on the phone tightened. "Just before the accident, Charles summoned the family elders to formalize his will," Eugene continued. After a brief pause, he added, "The terms are straightforward. He left all his holdings in Myers Group to Arthur and Madilyn." Hearing this, Chloe's eyes darkened. Charles leaving everything to Arthur was understandable. But to Madilyn? That made no sense. Chloe knew Charles' character intimately. He would sooner have donated his entire fortune to charity than willingly hand over a single asset to Madilyn. The will was clearly suspect. And Charles' sudden "accident"—was it truly accidental? "I understand. Thank you for telling me," Chloe said, her voice level. "There's no need for thanks between us. I know Charles mattered to you. Given the suspicious circumstances, I'll look into what really happened," Eugene stated firmly. "Alright," Chloe replied softly and ended the call. She opened a social media app, where topics about Myers Group dominated the trending list. Gossip reporters were already hounding Arthur, asking about his wedding plans. With Charles' crisis, would the wedding be affected? "Jennifer and I are legally married. She is my wife and will prioritize the family's needs at this time. Our ceremony will be postponed. Our sole focus now is my grandfather's care. Thank you for your concern, but the family will not be conducting further interviews," Arthur stated briefly to the camera before his assistant helped him navigate through the press scrum and into the Myers Group headquarters. Watching the interview clip, Chloe's gaze turned icy. Arthur, you fool. Even if the family falls into your hands, do you truly think you can hold it? Public sentiment was being carefully shaped. Someone was guiding the narrative from behind the scenes. Under this intense scrutiny, Arthur's every move was being dissected. Any misstep would be magnified. Would he remain the unchallenged, respected heir in the public eye? Arthur's competence, or lack thereof, wasn't Chloe's primary concern. What she needed was the truth behind Charles' fall. "Can you access the network at Myers Manor?" Chloe asked. Hearing this, Robert, who was lounging on the sofa sipping his chocolate milk, paused and gave her a look of mild offense. "Are you questioning my skills?" Chloe met his gaze without a hint of humor. "Then check it for me. Now. I need to know exactly what occurred." Robert, seeing the gravity in her expression, immediately sat up straight. "Mom, what's going on?" "Charles has been hurt," Chloe stated calmly. At this, Robert leapt from the sofa. "On it!" Without another word, he snatched up his laptop, connected it, and powered it on. His small fingers flew across the keyboard, entering strings of code. Within moments, the live security feed from Myers Manor filled his screen. He had accessed Myers Manor's surveillance system and pulled up the footage from the foyer. He scrolled to the timestamp of Charles' fall. The video showed only the aftermath—Charles' body hitting the marble floor. The critical moments leading to the fall, from the upstairs landing, were absent from the camera's view. Seeing the dark pool of blood spreading beneath Charles, Robert's small hands clenched into fists. "How could Great-Grandfather fall like that? The spot where it happened is a complete blind spot in the camera coverage. That's too convenient," Robert said, looking up at Chloe. "Mom, how is he?""It's serious," Chloe replied simply. She sat down heavily, falling into a troubled silence. "Mom..." Robert watched her quiet distress and reached out to take her hand.