Chapter 1188

After stretching, Peter strutted out the door, his cane tapping rhythmically as if he were leading a parade. Later that evening, James hobbled downstairs for dinner, his previously minor leg injury now aggravated thanks to Peter's "care". Grace had joked earlier that he should eat food that would "heal what ails him". Taking her advice a bit too seriously, Abigail prepared a plate of braised pork trotters and set it in front of him with a smile. James glanced at the dish, then at Grace and Cliff, who both stared at it like hungry wolves. "Grace, when is Uncle Oliver finishing work? I think I need some overtime," he muttered, shaking his head. ... At Jefferson Corporation, Victor paced, growing increasingly restless. "What's the holdup? Why haven't you made a move yet?" The playfulness he had shown earlier that morning was long gone. He stood beside Oliver, his gaze serious. "Didn't you already confirm the Wallen family's involvement?" Oliver leaned back, his eyes cold but focuse