I am the King

Chapter 50

"Dare to disrespect my lord and try to escape? You're asking for death!" Galahad holstered his gun, looking disdainful.

Bang!

With a loud bang, Norman fell from the helicopter.

The helicopter descended slowly, and Franklin rushed out immediately.

"Brother!" Franklin shouted as he held Norman.

Norman looked at Franklin, his voice weak. "Heh... I… didn't expect... that in the end... I’d lose to you. I... can't accept this!"

Franklin shook his head as tears began streaming uncontrollably down his face. "Don't say anything! Don't say anything!"

"If I don't say it now... I won't have the chance...I hate all of this so much!" Norman roared to the sky, his voice gradually weakening, and his eyes turning grayish-white. He stopped breathing, refusing to admit his wrongdoings until the very end!

"Brother!" Franklin cried out while holding Norman's body, tears still streaming down his face. While gazing at Norman dead in his arms, he felt a complex mix of emotions.

"Son!" At the same time, Clement pounded his chest and cried out.

Emma watched the scene, her eyes reddening.

Vincent walked over, looking at Franklin apologetically. "Dad, I'm sorry."

Franklin shook his head. "It's not your fault. He brought this upon himself."

"It's my fault! It's all my fault!" Clement cried out, tears streaming down his face. "Since he was a child, I spoiled him too much, which led to his selfish nature. I ruined him!"

Norman had been pampered by Clement since childhood, fostering his arrogant personality. He deserved everything that happened to him.

Vincent waved his hand. "Someone, take Norman's body and bury him properly."

"Yes!"

Soon, several soldiers carried Norman's body away.

Noticing that Franklin was upset, Vincent tried to comfort him. "Dad, don't be sad. Norman brought this upon himself."

Franklin sighed. "I know, but he was still my younger brother. His sudden death leaves me grieving."

Vincent nodded without saying anything.

Franklin was just that kind. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been bullied by Norman for half his life.

Franklin approached Clement. "Dad, let me take you home."

Clement shook his head. "No, Norman is dead, and I have no right to go back to your home. I've been too distant from you since you were a child. I'm sorry."

Franklin squeezed Clement's hand. "Dad, don't say that. Come home with me. I'll take care of you."

Clement sighed. "I appreciate your kindness, but if I go home with you, Una will be unhappy. I don't want to make things difficult for you. Just take me to a nursing home."

After experiencing so much, Clement had completely let go. All the fame and wealth meant nothing to him now. He was just an eighty-year-old man. He only wanted to live out the rest of his life peacefully.

"Dad, I..." Franklin wanted to say something, but Clement interrupted him. "Stop, this is your father's last request. Will you promise me that you’ll let me go?"

"Alright, I promise." Seeing Clement's firm attitude, Franklin could only nod.

Vincent turned to Stanley Field. "Stanley Field, arrange the best nursing home in M City for Mr. Joseph."

"Yes, Mr. Chesterton!" Stanley Field responded respectfully.

Clement looked up at Vincent, his expression complex. "Vincent, although the Joseph family’s downfall was your doing, I still thank you. It's because of you that I finally see things clearly."

Vincent walked over, stared at Clement, and said lightly, "Mr. Joseph, I hope you remember what you just said."

Clement chuckled self-deprecatingly. "I will remember."

Then, Clement was escorted away by Stanley Field's guards. Vincent watched Clement's figure recede without saying a word.

Vincent looked at Franklin. "Dad, let's go home."

Franklin nodded. Then the family left.

Norman was dead, and the onlookers gradually dispersed.

Among the crowd, a pair of resentful eyes stared at Vincent's figure.

Tears streamed down Edison's face as he swore through gritted teeth, "Dad, I will definitely avenge you!"

Originally, Edison had conspired with Norman. Norman was to hold Clement hostage and threaten Franklin to get the billion. After getting the money, Edison was supposed to provide assistance. But he never expected that he would watch his father be killed, right before his eyes.

With a resentful look, Edison glanced at Vincent's departing figure before disappearing into the crowd.

Vincent suddenly turned his head and furrowed his brow.

Emma curiously asked, "Vincent, what's wrong?"

Vincent smiled, "Nothing."

At Cloudtop Villa, Una was basking the flattery from the Barton family.

When Vincent and the others returned, Una looked at Franklin, who looked incredibly sad, and asked indifferently, "Since you look so sad, I’m guessing Norman killed that old fool, Clement?"

Franklin shook his head; he felt too exhausted to talk to Una and went back to his room.

After Franklin left, Una snorted. She looked at Emma and asked, "Emma, what happened? Did that old fool really die?"

Emma frowned and replied irritably, "Mom, how can you say that? Grandpa didn't die, but Uncle Norman did."

What? Norman is dead! Upon hearing this news, the people from the Barton family widened their eyes.

Una paused for a moment, then burst into laughter maliciously.

"Haha! I didn't expect Norman to meet this end. Didn't he often bully our family before? It's good that he's dead now!"

Una's gloating expression left Emma speechless. ‘Although Norman deserved it, he's already dead now, there's no need to gloat like this!’ 

Not wanting to see Una act so horribly, Emma also returned to her room.

Vincent sat on the sofa, picked up a clean apple, and took a bite.

Una looked at him curiously and asked, "Vincent, do you know how that bastard, Norman, died?"

"I killed him," Vincent said lightly.

Although it was Galahad who killed Norman, if it weren't for Vincent's orders, Galahad would have never pulled the trigger.

Una was dumbfounded. The people from the Barton family also looked stunned. Everyone's gaze toward Vincent changed instantly.

"You..."