Isabella Weaver had no choice but to give him a quick kiss: "Can you consider my feelings when there are other people around? It’s so embarrassing to be watched."
Harry Hunter took her hand and walked out, his tone indifferent: "Just treat them as if they don’t exist."
The two of them went downstairs, disregarding the three people who had fallen into the flower bed on the first floor. Harry protected Isabella’s head as she got into the car, then got in himself.
After their car had driven away, Ella Weaver finally dared to cry out loud: "Mom, I think I’ve broken my arm, it hurts so much!"
Rose Parker was also crying: "I think my leg’s swollen, I don’t know if it’s broken."
Christopher Weaver woke up faintly, feeling as if his limbs weren’t his own. Enduring severe pain, he weakly said: "Call an ambulance quickly!"
The family of three was taken away by ambulance. After treatnt, a hint of malice flashed in Rose Parker’s eyes.
"Christopher, we can’t go on like this or Isabella Weaver will torture us to death! Get the reporters, I want to expose her as an illegitimate daughter!"
"No, that’s hurting one thousand enemies but losing eight hundred yourself! My reputation will be ruined too!"
"She targets your weakness, that’s why she’s so unrestrained. In reality, it doesn’t affect you much. As long as I’m by your side, no one will dare to gossip about you! Expose that her mother was a mistress, say you were seduced, expose her as an illegitimate child, then..."
Rose Parker lowered her voice, whispering a few words into Christopher Weaver’s ear.
Christopher Weaver finally nodded firmly: "Alright, let’s do as you say! We must destroy her!"
...
Inside the villa, it was completely dark.
In the height of June sumr, it should have been hot, but the dark living room was cold and lifeless.
Connor lay on the floor, his head pounding, in a daze, with a sowhat blurred consciousness.
Vaguely, he seed to hear footsteps.
Could it be Cora Ginger had co back?
A cold hand touched his forehead, he tried to push it away, but surprisingly, the hand was steady.
"Get lost!"
He cursed, wanting to hit soone, but his body felt as heavy as if filled with lead. High fever and dehydration had robbed him of the ability to control his body.
His consciousness flickered.
That person seed to have left, only to return after an unknown period.
He was picked up and placed onto a soft bed.
His mouth was pried open, and he was fed lots of water, porridge, and bitter dicine.
Tears welled up in his eyes; Cora was still so good, taking care of him. Was she afraid he’d die alone in the villa, is that why she ca back?
Consciousness soon faded again, and by the ti Connor woke up, it was already noon the next day.
He was awakened by his phone, the ringtone incessantly ringing, forcing him to get up and answer it.
"Connor."
The gentle, familiar voice completely roused Connor’s groggy mind.
"Cora, what’s wrong? Why are you crying?"
"I’m fine, I... could I borrow so money from you?"
Connor paused, she found him just for money?
"How much do you need?"
"My brother, he gambled and lost again, and if we don’t pay, they’ll chop off his hand. My mom’s illness has worsened, she needs a large sum for chemotherapy, and my dad... I really have no choice..."
"What about Peter Barnes?"
Cora Ginger cried uncontrollably: "He’s a liar, Connor, he, for so reason, suddenly kicked out, and he’s not helping my family anymore."
Connor closed his eyes.
He knew why.
Because Natalie Niles was dead.
The person behind the sche had disappeared.
The wealth the Ginger Family obtained wasn’t Peter Barnes’, it was Natalie Niles’.
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