Chapter 67 Playing The Sympathy Card
“Mr. Alaric. I think you shouldn’t waste your energy. For those who refuse to admit their mistakes, a taste of prison food should set them straight. After all, I had experience. Four years ago, I refused to admit that I stole the necklace. But once I ended up in jail, I learned my lesson.”
While Raylee was sarcastically criticizing Samuel, she didn’t forget to bring up past grievances, making everyone present feel extremely awkward.
Especially Waverly, who was curled up in Samuel’s embrace. Her eyes were filled with panic, yet she forced herself to appear
calm.
Alaric’s gaze was heavy with uncertainty. After a moment of hesitation, he agreed. “Then let’s call the police and have him locked up. As long as it makes you feel better, Ray–Ray!”
The readiness of Alaric to agree was quite unexpected to Raylee.
So, she didn’t hold back anymore and reported a kidnapping to the police.
Samuel had forcibly confined her in a mental institution, wasn’t that essentially kidnapping? If he were to be convicted, that would be a criminal case.
Raylee found comfort in her thoughts, but that was all they remained–thoughts.
Considering Samuel’s status as the sole heir to the Goodridge family, would Alaric really allow him to shoulder a criminal
case?
The police responded swiftly to the call, and in less than fifteen minutes, they had escorted Samuel away from the hospital
Waverly’s cries had reduced her voice to a boarse whisper. She clung to him desperately, refusing to let go. When the police forcibly took Samuel away, they were like a pair of tragic lovers, torn apart by fate.
She was insistent on following them into the police car. Harriet couldn’t bear to watch, so she accompanied her to the police
slation.
Alaric received a phone call and he too stepped out.
Raylee felt as though the whole world had fallen silent.
In no time at all, Alaric returned, carrying takeout in his hand.
“Ray–Ray, I’ve ordered some oatmeal for you. You’re not feeling well right now, so it’s better to eat something light,” said Alaric, as he personally unwrapped the takeout.
Raylee found it rather unbelievable. The esteemed Alaric, of all people, was actually neglecting his beloved son, and instead, was here ordering takeout for her?
The head of the Goodridge family in Jexburgh, always stern and imposing, was unexpectedly showing interest?
However, an even more astonishing scene unfolded. Alaric scooped up a spoonful of oatmeal and personally fed her.
“Come, Ray–Ray, the oatmeal is just right for a sip. Open your mouth, let me feed you.”
Raylee looked at him, taken aback. She wasn’t used to Alaric’s actions, so she declined, saying, “No need, I’m not hungry right
Try to eat a bit, you haven’t eaten all day.”
“Don’t try to play the sympathy card with me, Raylee said coldly “Such cheap tactics won’t move me. I need to rest now.
Please leavel”
Upon hearing these words, Alaric furrowed his brows, set down the oatmeal, and after expressing a few words of concern, he
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Chapter 67 Playing The Sympathy Card
When he closed the door to the sickroom, he stared at it, letting out a deep sigh.
Back when Raylee was a child, she had fallen ill with a fever, and he had personally fed her oatmeal.
She had been such an obedient, well–behaved girl–one spoonful at a time, she had finished the entire bowl without complaint.
After finishing her meal, she didn’t forget to plant a kiss on his cheek.
Had she forgotten all these wonderful memories?
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Although he was often busy in the past, he never failed to provide the companionship that was due. He could confidently say. without a shred of guilt that he had given Raylee a childhood filled with happiness and joy.
But now, she viewed him as an enemy!
Could the incident from four years ago really erase all of his past efforts?
Indeed, those who aren’t bound by blood could never truly feel like one of your own.
Alaric lamented that he had raised an ungrateful wretch.
If Raylee’s assertiveness wasn’t curbed, there was a real fear that once she married into the Lorimer family, she would seek revenge on the Goodridge family!
Samuel’s worries were not without reason.
With years of experience in business, and the cunning games played in the marketplace, he, with his wealth of experience, understood better than anyone the dangers of nurturing a tiger.
Alaric wore a serious expression, hesitating for a moment before he dialed Jeremiah’s number.
“I have a secret, it’s about Raylee. Do you want to know?”
The following afternoon, after visiting her grandmother who was unconscious, Raylee returned to her hospital room. Shortly after. Harriet arrived, carrying a thermos food container to see her.
It was as if the incident where she nearly pushed her down the stairs, almost causing her death, never happened.
Her demeanor was warm and cordial
“Ray–Ray, I’ve prepared your favorite truffle mushroom soup, and also made your much–loved red velvet cake. Are you Hurprised?”
As Harriet spoke, she opened the lunch box, filling the hospital room with its rich, mouthwatering aroma.
Raylee, however, didn’t have the slightest appetite aroused. She gave it a casual glance, her emotions remaining completely
She knew that Harriet was trying to play the sympathy card, a tactic identical to Alaric’s gesture of feeding her oatmeal yesterday.
This couple was truly amusing, both fond of using such cheap tactics to play the sympathy card.
Unfortunately, ech a dog wouldn’t be moved by it!
Harriet observed her indifferent demeanor, feeling as if her fervor had been doused with a bucket of ice water.
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