Chapter 1161: Chapter 1161 Given by Oneself
"I hear George River has been eyeing the southern city land recently. It looks like he’s trying to leverage this project to restore the River Clan to its former status."
Before Arnold Simmons took power, the River family’s companies had always been ahead of the Simmons family, largely due to Old Sir River’s efforts.
But who knew that while the older generation had worked hard, the younger ones hadn’t kept up. Although they weren’t going downhill, the River Clan’s development had slowed down significantly.
On the other hand, the Simmons Clan had thrived due to Arnold Simmons. The past few years had seen such rapid development that they had left the River Clan far behind.
"However, it’s hard to say how this will turn out. Now that Arnold Simmons has stepped aside, it remains to be seen whether Jimmy Simmons can shoulder the responsibility."
"Jimmy isn’t bad either, it’s just that he doesn’t quite measure up to his uncle. I don’t know what Arnold was thinking, giving up what was right in his grasp to someone else."
"What’s there to wonder about? The Simmons family is something Old Sir Simmons left for Jimmy. Arnold’s claim was never legitimate. The truth about Jimmy’s parents’ incident years ago is still not clear, and who knows what really happened."
Someone fouled up their hand at the card table, and the ensuing discussion grew heated.
The topic ranged from the Simmons family’s old secrets to the relationship between Jimmy and George River.
After all, if the River family really took on the southern city project, it would be the Simmons Clan that was most affected.
Yet Jimmy had yet to make a move, leaving everyone guessing at his intentions.
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After being escorted out of the banquet, George River was admitted to a private hospital that night.
The doctor diagnosed him with no major health issues aside from drinking too much recently and recommended that his diet should be light for the coming period.
The hospital room was very quiet, with the faint smell of disinfectant lingering in the air.
Listening to the doctor’s advice, George River remained silent until the doctor had left. Only then did he open his eyes again, staring at the stark white ceiling.
During the two days in the hospital, when he closed his eyes at night, the most recurring dream was of the night of the banquet.
She was walking towards him, smiling in a black evening gown, reaching out a hand, but in the end, it was another man’s hand she took. He himself was outwitted, in total disarray, and even as he tried desperately to reach her, he could never catch up.
To him, she was just like he had once been towards her, turning away without a second glance.
George River raised his hand to cover his eyes, the smile on his lips both bitter and ironic.
Without him, Hannah was doing well, even better than when she had been by his side.
Of course, he wanted Hannah to be happy, but he wanted to be the source of her happiness.
All day, George River didn’t touch the food on his table.
At night, Old Sir River came.
In just half a year, the old man’s hair had almost completely whitened, and the spirited look he once had was gone, replaced by an air of exhaustion.
He looked at George River lying on the hospital bed, with an expression that conveyed disappointment, "Tell me the truth, what is your relationship with that woman?"
George River sat on the hospital bed, his face slightly pale but his features still sharp, "Which woman?"
Old Sir River’s hand tightening around his cane, he turned to look at the old butler standing behind him.
The old butler had served the River family for many years and always attended to Old Sir River, so he understood what was meant.
He turned around, first arranging for the bodyguards to leave, and then he too walked out, quietly shutting the door behind him.
"Which woman could it be when the whole company is talking about it?"
