Smythe mulled it over and felt that his idea made perfect sense.
Being forced to compete with him was an entirely different matter.
Catherine had simply been lucky enough to meet Shen Wuxiao.
Otherwise, even if he won the competition against them, he would still end up making a wedding dress for them.
With that thought, Smythe returned to the living room.
Feiboli was being rescued, and the Zeta Family already had its own private hospital.
There was no need to transport him elsewhere.
That greatly increased the time available for treatment.
After Smythe arrived outside, he kept a low profile.
He chose a sofa to sit on, repeatedly rubbing his forehead.
He looked deeply troubled.
The other family elders, however, were different.
Every one of them wore a grave expression.
All of them waited anxiously for news.
Some were also filled with anger, with nowhere to vent it.
Most of these people stood on Feiboli's side.
For great aristocratic families, fighting over the position of heir was like battling for the throne.
Once one lost, the consequences were imaginable.
These people had staked all their chips on Feiboli.
Yet Feiboli had met with an accident.
Thus, the greatest winner was Catherine.
Now that they had anger burning in their bellies, they naturally used it to pick faults.
"Miss Catherine has gone too far. Everyone rushed back, yet she alone acted as if it were none of her concern."
"The one lying inside is her own older brother!"
"Exactly. What kind of conduct is this? She has absolutely no regard for the family's rules."
Listening to them, Smythe secretly rejoiced.
Go on, go on. Say all you want.
After all, these people did not know that Catherine's man was Shen Wuxiao.
Those speaking were all Feiboli's trusted followers.
Even if