Chapter 349
"Do you know that you almost died?" Dexter was barely conscious and lying in a pool of his blood by the time Ewan brought him back.
"Please return to the Black family, Mr. Black. Do it for the sake of those you care for. You can never win against the rich and powerful unless you become one yourself," Ewan urged, trying to persuade him to return to the Black family
"Of course, I’ll return. It’s just that there’s no place for me in the Black family right now.’ Dexter looked out to the window from the hospital bed. "The Black family is full of hungry wolves. I’ll meet my demise even sooner if I don’t pretend to be crazy."
He had to play the fool in order to live under the watchful eyes of the Black family-he was biding his time. Ewan said. "James is ruthless and cold-blooded. You have to be careful, Mr. Black."
James entered the ward just as Ewan finished his words. Dexter stared blankly outside the window, never once turning around.
He said, "I can’t believe you actually found him. You should’ve just left him dead on the streets. His existence is just a disgrace to the Black family."
James’ lips curled upward as he reached over to grab Dexter by his chin. "He’s quite handsome. The pimps would’ve loved to get their hands on someone with a face like his."
Dexter’s eyes were lifeless-only the bulging veins on his arms showed his suppressed emotions. He remained unresisting, which served to lower James’ guard.
"I really don’t know why Ignatius insists on keeping a dimwit." James spat as he turned to leave. ’Clean him up and send him to me once he recovers from his injuries, Ewan.’
After he left, Dexter’s vacant gaze turned cold.
"Should we just kill him? Without James around, you’d be the only successor to Mr. Black Senior," Ewan whispered as he wiped Dexter’s chin with an alcohol wipe.