Chapter 211 Shattered Illusions
Jason stared, dumbfounded. Wait, what…!?
Hadn’t they always said she grew up in the countryside? Raised by some rural folks, taught to be rough and uncultured?
How could this be…?
“Is the information reliable?” Jason asked instinctively.
She grew up in the Luke family. Which meant her relationship with Mr. Abraham–could it be that they were siblings?
Mr. Abraham’s sister
Jason felt like his brain short–circuited.
Ethan’s gaze tightened as he looked at Jason, who could only stammer. “This…?”
Ethan said coldly, “It came from Tower.”
Jason froze. Tower himself had investigated? Then it had to be true.
But if that was the case… what about all the conflicts Ethan had had with Mr. Abraham before?
“Sir, those arguments you had with Mr. Abraham, all those things you said… Jason trailed off, unable to go on..
Thinking about it now, everything that had happened–what a mess. Mr. Abraham turned out to be Ms. Stella’s brother?
Ethan’s breathing grew unsteady. “Enough.”
His face, already grim, darkened even further.
He remembered the things he’d said at Kingston Heights, and outside her studio–the insults, the accusations he’d thrown at them about their dirty relationship.
Ethan raked a hand through his hair, furious at himself.
How many stupid things had I done…?
Over at the wooden house,
The moment they walked in, Abraham grabbed Stella, his hands gripping her small shoulders tightly.
The force was a little too much. Meeting his serious gaze, Stella’s heart tightened. “W–What’s wrong?”
“Did you get into a car accident when you first came to Rivermount?” Abraham asked.
Meanwhile, over at Pluchville Hill, Patrick and Susan were arguing fiercely.
Susan was still worried about Lilian back at the hospital. She wanted to hurry back.
But right now, solving the Reed Group mess depended entirely on Stella.
They couldn’t even get a meeting with her.
Patrick blamed everything on Susan, to the point that Susan wasn’t even allowed to leave.
At one in the morning, neither of them had slept, both still stewing over how to meet with Stella.
Suddenly, Susan’s phone buzzed–it was a call from one of the hospital aides.
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She instinctively looked at Patrick.
Patrick’s face was tired and irritated. Was it him?
Susan’s breathing grew shaky.
Before she could ask, Christine continued, “Miss Lilian is in a lot of pain. I went to get her some painkillers, but the night- shift doctors who used to stay behind for her–none of them are here tonight.”
Susan’s face turned completely dark.
“What’s going on?”
All gone? What was that supposed to mean?
She had paid the hospital a fortune, and this was how they handled things?
Christine said, “And the nurses said… you need to come tomorrow morning to process Miss Lilian’s discharge.”
They said ‘discharge,” but based on the nurse’s attitude, it was clear–they were being kicked out.
“Discharge? What the hell do they mean?!” Susan’s vision darkened, her chest heaving in anger.
Christine said more over the phone, making it clear–Lilian’s condition wasn’t good, and the hospital’s attitude had gone ice
cold.
In other words, they wanted them out.
Susan hurriedly instructed, “Stay with her. I’ll be back right away.”
She hung up and glared at Patrick. “You did this, didn’t you?”
“What the hell are you talking about?” Patrick snapped, clearly annoyed, but clueless about what she meant.
“You gave up Lilian for Stella’s sake! She’s still sick, and you pulled her entire medical team away. You’re trying to kill her, aren’t you?!!
The more Susan said, the angrier she got
Patrick stared at her, completely lost. “What are you even talking about?”
Seeing his genuine confusion, Susan’s heart dropped.
He hadn’t done it.
They had been together all night–he hadn’t arranged anything.
And honestly, he didn’t have the power to pull something like that off.
“Could it be the Keene family?” she whispered.
The Keene family.
Thinking about how Madeline had been treating Lilian lately, Susan realized… it was entirely possible.
