Chapter 15
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“What? No wonder he looks dull and slow-witted. I’m telling you this secretly, but I felt a little good when I saw him being reprimanded. So what even if you’re rich and prestigious? In the end, he still has to listen to us obediently! But what if Mr. Wright finds out?”
“It’ll be because he didn’t finish his homework, then. Mr. Wright is very strict with the little mister. Fathers would be at their wits’ end once their children cry or kick up a fuss, but John only knows how to stubbornly endure it… Even if I don’t give him lunch, I betcha he won’t even say a word about it at night.”
Ding!
When the elevator arrived on the first floor, the two tutors walked out and went to eat in the hotel restaurant.
Rachel, who exited along with them, frowned. She felt exceptionally uncomfortable.
Those two had come from the upper floor, so they could only have come from the presidential suite on the top floor. Therefore, the ‘little mister’ whom they spoke of must be Ethan Wright’s son?
Rachel cast her eyes down and decided to mind her own business.
The cab she booked had already arrived. She was about to get in the car when she heard a commotion behind her. Sure enough, it was Ethan who had come out with his bodyguards.
Rachel looked away and got into the car.
Before the car started, the sight of the child that had buried his head into Ethan’s shoulder while being carried by him suddenly flashed into her mind.
Although she didn’t get a clear view of his face, he looked about the same size as Nisha, so he was likely about the same age as her.
Ire welled up in Rachel. She suddenly opened the car door, got out, and walked straight towards Ethan.
She was stopped by the bodyguards before she even got close.
Alexander had already noticed her wandering around the entrance just now. He said mockingly, “Miss Parker, I know you’re intending to express your gratitude to Mr. Wright for his help yesterday, after which you’ll then ask for his contact information. We’ve already seen these methods a million times. Can you put in a little more effort and use a more novel pickup line?”
Rachel was puzzled.
In the distance, Ethan, dressed in a black suit, kept his eyes straight and entered the Bentley sullenly. He didn’t see her at all.
At the sight of the car starting, Rachel’s eyes narrowed angrily. This was a rare moment where she decided to meddle for once, yet she was being misunderstood in such a way?
She turned around to leave. After taking a couple of steps, unable to suppress her anger, she turned back and went up to Alexander. She repeatedly tried to hold back her anger, but still failed in the end. She said, “Mr. Bummer, you should have Mr. Wright visit the neurology specialists when he’s free. Narcissism is an illness. Get it treated.”
Alexander was confused.
It was only after she snapped at him that Rachel finally got into the cab as if nothing had happened, and went straight to the hospital in town.
There weren’t many people in the hospital.
Rachel went upstairs and entered the VIP ward.
She hadn’t even seen her aunt yet when Peter walked toward her furiously and threw the contract in her face. “Rachel, you have to sign the ownership transfer agreement today, and also apologize to your sister! Otherwise, don’t dream of saving your aunt!”
Rachel frowned. Before she could answer, a gentle but anxious voice reached them. “Are you trying to drive me to my grave, Peter?”
On the hospital bed, a gentle middle-aged woman wearing a hospital gown struggled to get out of the bed. Her hair was all shaved, and she looked frighteningly skinny due to her illness. Her cheeks were sunken, but it nevertheless couldn’t hide her gentle personality.
She was Ileana Parker, her aunt.
Rachel took a couple of quick steps forward and sat on the edge of the bed. She held her hand and greeted, “Aunt Ileana.”
Ileana looked at Rachel up and down for a moment. Then, her eyes turned red. “You look so much like your mom after you’ve slimmed down, Rachel.”
Her voice trembled as she spoke. “You’ve had such a hard time outside all these years.”
During the five years when she lived abroad, Peter had never given her a single cent. It was instead her aunt who always sent her some money as living expenses.
Although it wasn’t much, it was her way of showing her kindness.
Rachel’s heart was warmed.
At this point, her stepmother, Sunny, said, “Rachel, your aunt has been pretty nice to you ever since you were a child, right? She’s sick now, and you’re the only one that can cure her! You won’t watch her die, will you?”
Rachel frowned.
A brain tumor…
She casually tugged off the medical report and CT scan next to her and started to read them seriously.
A naggy Sunny said, “Your aunt’s operation is too difficult, Rachel. A moment of carelessness and she’ll suffer brain damage, so no one in the hospital wants to do it. Dr. Larson, the head of the Department of Neurology in this hospital, is Serina’s professor at the School of Medicine in her college. If she begs him to do it, maybe he’d be willing to take the risk and give it a go.”
Sunny sighed at this point before continuing. “But now, Ken’s saying that without the company, he’ll never get engaged to your sister. Your sister is terribly upset and in a bad mood. You can’t possibly ask someone for help in such a gloomy manner, right? So, as long as you give your sister the company, we’ll let Serina beg Dr. Larson for help. Whether your aunt’s operation goes through or not completely depends on you now.”
When Sunny finished speaking, Peter shouted angrily, “You must also apologize to Serina for sabotaging her marriage proposal, seducing Ken out of spite, and for hitting her!”
Sunny, who was pretending to be the good guy, said, “We’re a family. What are you saying all these for? Sigh, Rachel, your aunt’s illness can’t be delayed any further. Why don’t you sign the agreement immediately?”
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