As a few people passed by, he suddenly dashed out and snapped their necks. Four people lay silently on the ground. Hugo rubbed his hands, his body often trained, dealing with a few people was more than enough. He walked forward for a while, saw a pool of blood on the ground, and his heart trembled. He quickly followed the bloodstains forward. The bloodstains grew more abundant, even somewhat shocking. His men followed him here, cautiously staying not far behind. Hugo guessed there shouldn’t be anyone else below, perhaps those four were chasing Collin. Seeing someone lying ahead, Hugo went up and turned him over, and sure enough, it was an unconscious Collin. Collin was in bad shape, having lost too much blood. Hugo dared not delay and immediately sent him to the cliff top, then followed him to the hospital. Collin lost too much blood and needed a hospital for a transfusion. Hugo sat at the door of the hospital room, his face turning ever gloomier. That Dylan was clearly trying to kill both of them; if Collin wasn’t lucky, he’d have died when he fell off the cliff. "Lan Yancy, investigate Dylan properly, find a few places he likes to go, we need to send him a special gift." The Quinton Family suffered severe injuries this time; Dylan also shouldn’t expect any better. Lan Yancy nodded and immediately went to investigate Dylan’s affairs. At the Dawson Family, Dylan had just entered the hall when the butler stopped him, saying the old master was looking for him. Dylan’s eyes narrowed. Lately, not only had he been dealing with the Quinton Family, he’d also tidied up Ashley a bit; Ashley’s still unconscious upstairs. Was the old master starting to suspect him? He pursed his lips, heading to the old master’s study. In the study, the old master sat upright, his face looking dangerous. Dylan entered and closed the study door. The old master threw a teacup at his face. Dylan wiped the blood from his forehead and dared not speak. In the Dawson Family, the old master still made the decisions. Before him, Dylan dared not act recklessly. "Where have you been lately?! Do you know someone targeted Ashley?!" Dylan’s eyes deepened. So, the old master didn’t know he did it, merely blaming him for not being at the Dawson Family. "I went to see a few friends. Don’t worry, I’ll definitely investigate this thoroughly." Though he was part of the Dawson Family, his rank was never high, merely a slave in the old master’s hands. Only if both granddaughters fail to bear sons will everything fall into his hands. The old master was so angry his face turned red, his son always under his control, yet as time passed, now there were signs the other was barely escaping his grasp. He would never allow such a thing to happen. "Go, hurry and figure this out, don’t delay Ashley’s pregnancy. She’s found a man, and in a month’s time, we’ll know if she’s pregnant." If it’s a girl, it’ll be aborted; the Dawson Family doesn’t need so many daughters. Dylan responded as such, turned, a crimson gleam flashing in his eyes. Once he gets his hands on everything from the Dawson Family, the first thing he’ll do is kill this old man! Ashley was still lying upstairs; she’d woken, could probably guess who did it. She reached out, touching her belly, her eyes flashing, feeling there’s a little life here. It’s strange, the feeling Evan gave her was very different. She had many bed partners, but once outside that room, never missed any man, whether Miles recently or anyone else. But Evan was different; at least these days she occasionally recalled his face. But she wouldn’t call him; she told herself never to harbor expectations for a man. Ashley lowered her head, her hand stroked her belly; it seemed giving birth to a child for him wouldn’t be so bad. Dylan walked in, noticing Ashley’s movements, a cruel smile curling at his lips. Ashley felt some fear towards this man since she was little; Dylan was simply a lunatic. She’s certain Dylan did it; this man had long desired the Dawson Family. Grandpa’s biggest mistake was bringing him home. "I’ve heard you’re almost pregnant?" Dylan approached, carefully looking at her face. This sister was always high above, never taking men seriously, but just now, her eyes were clearly reminiscing about a man. "None of your business!" Ashley stepped back, looking at him with disgust. She never liked Dylan, this man seemed born to break social rules. "Just asking, don’t be so tense. The old master asked me to investigate who hurt you; I think you know who, since you saw my face that day, right?" His words were plainly spoken, yet Ashley’s hairs stood on end. "I don’t know what you’re talking about." Dylan curled his lips, "It’s good if you don’t know. This matter can’t reveal much; when the time comes, I’ll tell the old man as such. You better not speak out, or I might lose control." Ashley’s face turned pale instantly, stepping back. The last time she’d heard Dylan say he might lose control was three years ago. Then Dylan set a fire, burning an entire building, even locking all the safety passages. Bodies piled at the door. He did everything so secretly, the police never came. After everything ended, she questioned him face to face, for she saw Dylan as the one who set the fire. But Dylan remained unmoved, never shedding a tear for those who died tragically. "I feeling of playing with life, Ashley, you better mind your own business." From then on, she feared Dylan greatly. A person who can show no respect to life need fear nothing else. Her meanness pales in comparison to Dylan’s. Once Dylan left, she collapsed weakly on the bed, eyes fearful, breathing deeply. She couldn’t tell the old master this matter, fearing Dylan would silence her before she even opened her mouth. Ashley sighed, touching her belly. Next, she just had to wait for a physical exam, ensuring a successful pregnancy to inherit everything from the Dawson Family. Hugo and Collin had both awakened; their injuries were severe, needed good rest. For convenience of care, Hugo moved them to the same hospital room. "Hugo, we’re fine; you go rest." Google seaʀᴄh 𝔫𝔬𝔳𝔢𝔩⟡𝘧𝙞𝙧𝙚⟡𝘯𝘦𝘵 Simon rubbed his still aching head, speaking lightly. Hugo adjusted his pillow higher, called two people to guard here, then went home to see Marcus.