The Shelter Game: Me, Starting with a Tenfold Drop Rate

"I'm only laughing at you!"

Irving looked at Joseph with a hint of amusement in his eyes. "Do you really think a few words can cover up all the things you've done?"

"If you want to find out who's lying, it's simple. Just ask the family directly, and everything will be clear." Irving said.

These words pierced Joseph's heart like a sharp arrow.

Devin held irreplaceable authority within both the family and the group. As long as he was alive, no matter how bold those high-level executives were, they wouldn't dare lie to his face.

Moreover, many people in the Smith family and Ocean Group had been forced into submission by Joseph.

Thud!

The next moment, the smile on Joseph's face visibly stiffened. His body weakened, and with a thud, he fell to his knees.

He had clearly instructed the gatekeeper at the nursing home not to let Vicky in.

Moreover, several hired guards had accompanied him to ensure that, even if Vicky managed to get into the nursing home, she wouldn't be able to enter this building.

He thought he had taken all precautions, yet Vicky still made it here.

Joseph was unaware that the guards he had stationed downstairs had already been dealt with by Wendy.

Against a top-tier assassin like her, ordinary family guards were no match unless they had the qualifications to use powerful skills from the Other World Game.

"Dad, I was wrong... I truly know my mistake." Joseph, now kneeling, crawled to Devin's side on his knees.

At this moment, it was clear who had been lying.

"You!" Devin's entire body trembled with anger.

He remembered how Joseph had frequently visited the nursing home, giving him the false impression that his second son had turned over a new leaf. But it turned out to be an act.

If Vicky hadn't broken into the nursing home today, he might have died without knowing the truth.

"Dad, I was wrong. I shouldn't have done those things. Please, give me another chance." Joseph pleaded desperately as he realized his defeat.

"You! You're Vicky's uncle! You watched her grow up. How could you..." Devin felt a sharp pain in his chest, his old eyes filled with sorrow and anger as he stared at Joseph.

Splurt! Devin suddenly spat out a mouthful of blood.

"Grandpa!" Vicky cried out, rushing to support Devin before he could fall. "Quick, get a doctor!"

Soon.

The ward descended into chaos. Many doctors in the nursing home, including Elvis who had just been driven out, rushed in upon hearing the emergency call.

After about ten minutes of resuscitation.

Devin was helped back to his bed. His complexion had slightly improved, but he remained unconscious. The heart rate monitor beside him showed unstable lines.

"How is my grandfather?" Vicky, anxious as an ant on a hot pan, looked desperately at the doctor who had just treated her grandfather.

However, the doctor only sighed deeply, shook his head, and left.

Vicky's eyes gradually reddened.

At this moment, Elvis, the bespectacled doctor, walked up to her. "Vicky, you mustn't be too upset. Your grandfather's illness has actually been very serious for the past one or two years. He has been bedridden all this time. Just now, he was pushing himself too hard to get up, and moreover..."

"Given your grandfather's current condition, he can't withstand any severe shocks." Elvis continued, glancing over at Joseph.

Since Devin had collapsed and spat blood, Joseph had stood up from the floor.

He didn't want anyone else to see him in such a pathetic state.

As for the doctors and Elvis who had arrived later, they had no idea what had just transpired in the ward.

"Stop spouting nonsense." Joseph snapped, casting a fierce look at Elvis. His eyes regained some of their gleam as he pointed to the unconscious Devin on the bed and asked, "I'll ask you one thing: can you cure him or not?"

"This..." Elvis was taken aback, and with no other choice, he reluctantly said, "Chairman Joseph, don't make things difficult. You're aware of Devin's condition. It's not just us here at the nursing home. Even the top doctors from the capital city have been here before, and even they were at a loss."

Not just Elvis, but all the doctors at the nursing home knew Devin's condition well. They all bowed their heads and sighed.

They had already consulted all the renowned doctors from both home and abroad, but none could diagnose what exactly was wrong with Devin.

"So, you're saying there's no hope?" Joseph asked again.

"It's not that simple, but as you can see, we really can't do anything." Elvis said, spreading his hands.

Sitting by the bed, Vicky felt a deep sorrow upon hearing these words. She held Devin's withered hand tightly, and tears fell from her eyes like beads.

In stark contrast, a smile flashed across Joseph's face. The burden in his heart finally lifted.

"My dear niece, don't cry yourself sick. Your grandfather is indeed old, and death is a natural part of life." Joseph said, feigning sadness as he stepped forward.

He shed crocodile tears.

And Joseph's display was just that. He had feared that his father would not let him off lightly once the truth came out, but now, his father had fainted in anger.

Joseph wished for his father's death. That way, even if Vicky became the family heir, she would pose no threat to him.

"Shut your mouth." Vicky shouted angrily. She had long seen through her second uncle's true nature. Standing up furiously, she said, "If it weren't for you, would Grandpa be so angry? You bastard, you will get what you deserve!"

Her voice echoed in the ward, and everyone picked up on some of the clues from her words. Their expressions gradually grew more complicated.

But this was a matter for the Smith family, and they had no right to intervene. Besides, Joseph was now the chairman of Ocean Group, holding power that these people could not afford to challenge.

Joseph's smile disappeared. There was no need for him to pretend any longer. He scoffed coldly, "Well said. Even if I'm a bastard, so what? Unless your grandpa comes back to life, you're no match for me!"

He crossed his arms, looking smug and triumphant.

The others in the room looked at Vicky with a hint of pity in their eyes.

At that moment.

Irving walked over and said in a deep voice, "Saving your grandfather isn't that difficult. Have you forgotten?"

"Irving, do you mean..." Vicky, reminded by Irving's words, suddenly realized something, and the despair that had clouded her face began to fade.

In the game, she was a healing mage and had saved Irving multiple times with her[Healing Art] when he was gravely injured.

Joseph first frowned and then sneered, "You two are really dreaming. Do you really think you can save my father?"

"What a joke! I've hired so many doctors and spent so much money, and none of them could even figure out what kind of illness he has. And you think you can do it?"

It wasn't just Joseph. Elvis and the other doctors in the nursing home also had a peculiar expression on their faces.

Although everyone in the room felt sympathetic towards Vicky's situation, they scoffed at what was just said.

In their eyes, Vicky was just a pampered young lady from a wealthy family. They doubted she had any knowledge of medicine, and she might not even be able to cook or do household chores.

"Vicky, Mr.Devin's condition is beyond critical. He can't withstand any more stress." Elvis said, stepping forward with a sincere warning.

"Did you hear that?" Joseph said, watching with amusement. "Don't say your second uncle didn't warn you. If you want to try saving your grandfather, I won't stop you. But if anything happens to him, and the news gets back to the family, even if I forgive you, they won't."

The Smith family had many collateral relatives who were blood-related to Vicky, though they didn't interact much.

Devin's authority in the family was unmatched. Even Joseph didn't want to be associated with Devin's potential death. However, his dear niece was willingly stepping into the spotlight.

Seeing someone willing to take the blame, Joseph certainly wouldn't interfere.

"Chairman Joseph, you really shouldn't let her do this. You know it's risky..." Elvis urgently tried to step forward to stop her, but Joseph blocked him.

"She's just a child and doesn't understand. If she wants to try, let her have the chance." Joseph said, his eyes narrowing, hiding a malicious intent behind his smile.

The ward fell silent.

Everyone held their breath, anxiously watching Vicky's every move.

"Don't be nervous. This is the only chance to save your grandfather." Irving said.

Vicky took a deep breath. This was the first time she was using [Healing Art] in reality. The next moment, strands of green light began to drift out...