My Child and I Married a Billionaire novel Chapter 327

Chapter 327: Chapter 327: The Hedgehog Effect

"Ever since I found out you existed, I’ve felt sorry for what you’ve been through. I wanted to make it up to you, on Mom’s behalf, but are you giving me a chance?"

"You don’t give anyone a chance! You poke holes in every kind person who tries to get close to you. You’re a hedgehog!"

"Do you think you’re the only one in the world with a tragic childhood? Am I not also a victim of their careless marriage? If I were pessimistic and cynical like you, acting recklessly... I’m sorry, I’m losing my composure."

"Go back to the hospital and stay with Mom. Nothing will happen to Brandon Jacobs. I’ll take care of it."

Damien Vaughn was never a man of many words. The angrier he got, the less he spoke. Today, he was truly furious.

After rattling off the whole speech, he glanced at Elsa’s calm, beautiful face and suddenly felt it was all pointless.

’What can anger solve? What good does losing my temper do?’

He then apologized to her again.

Elsa gave no sign she’d heard him. She hadn’t said a single word from beginning to end. Damien Vaughn had never met anyone whose thoughts were harder to guess.

After dropping her off at the hospital, Damien Vaughn started making calls.

After about half an hour of inquiries, he finally found out the other party’s identity.

Brandon Jacobs had unwittingly picked a fight with the wrong person.

The bastard who hit on Elsa yesterday was the young master of Aspire Tech, a well-known tech group in Corvane.

Damien Vaughn had long heard of his father’s name; they had even met on many occasions.

Aspire Tech and the Vaughn Group had always been competitors. If not for the fact that Elsa had just returned from abroad and her identity had been kept well-hidden, Damien Vaughn would have suspected Aspire Tech was pulling strings behind the scenes.

He immediately had someone arrange a meeting with the head of Aspire Tech, and the two discussed the fight as parents.

Damien Vaughn said all the pleasantries and made a more-than-generous offer of compensation, but the old fox wouldn’t budge.

"President Vaughn, that’s not how it is. The surveillance footage is crystal clear. Last night, he first smashed a bottle over my son’s head at the bar, and today, he beat him in front of so many people at the hospital, fracturing his ribs. This isn’t just a simple brawl. In the eyes of my lawyer and myself, both attacks were planned and premeditated. That’s called attempted murder."

"You know I only have this one son. He might not be the most capable, but he’s my treasure. If he’s ruined, what use is this massive corporation to me? What use is all my money?"

Damien Vaughn replied, "You have a point. But what’s done is done. Even if Brandon Jacobs were sentenced to death for attempted murder, what good would that do? It wouldn’t help matters. We’re both reasonable men. How about this? Do me a favor on this one. I will cover all of your son’s subsequent medical expenses, rehabilitation, and doctors, ensuring his life is not in danger and that he won’t have any lasting side effects. Moreover, hasn’t your company always wanted the R&D chip for the 8th-generation intelligent robot? My company has already reached the second stage of development. I can give it to your company, free of charge."

Those were the exact words he’d been waiting to hear.

He had been worrying about falling behind the Vaughn Group in artificial intelligence, and now an opportunity had just served itself up on a silver platter.

The old fox was extremely satisfied, but he still feigned reluctance.

"Isn’t this like selling my son’s life for personal gain? Do you take me for that kind of person, President Vaughn?"

For the first time in his life, Damien Vaughn was flattering someone to this extent.

"I think you are a man of great foresight and wisdom, someone who is exceptionally skilled at planning for future generations."

The old fox was finally satisfied.

"Since President Vaughn is so sincere and has put me on such a pedestal, wouldn’t I seem too unreasonable if I still refused? Alright, then."

The two parties drew up a contract. After the paperwork was done, at 4 PM, Brandon Jacobs walked out.

He had only been inside for a few short hours, yet he looked completely worn out.

His forehead and cheek were swollen with two large lumps, a ghastly dark purple.

The hospital security guards had hit him in the heat of the moment while trying to break up the fight.

He exchanged a look with Damien Vaughn, and they got into the car without a word.

Halfway through the drive, Brandon Jacobs finally spoke in a low voice.

"Wasn’t it pretty serious? What did you give them to get me out?"

"The future of the Vaughn Group. I’m sorry about this. Elsa isn’t worth it. Stay away from her from now on."

Damien Vaughn took him to the hospital, told him to register and see a doctor, and then went to the patient’s room himself.

"I’ll watch her. You go see Brandon Jacobs. No matter what, I want you to make things clear with him."

Brandon Jacobs didn’t go see the doctor.

His emotions were a complicated mess.

He had done a lot of thinking while he was inside. The mental and emotional anguish was a hundred times more painful than these minor injuries, which he couldn’t care less about.

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