Chapter 103: There are causes and effects Chapter 103: There are causes and effects Seeing how stubborn she was, Alia Wilson couldn’t help but laugh in slight annoyance.
“This is roy Hospital, and your Second Miss is staying in a special VIP ward. If you don’t believe , at least believe the hospital,” she said.
After all, the people who stay at roy Hospital are from wealthy and powerful families; it’s highly unlikely that any murders would happen here.
“I will kill her eventually, but not now,” Harry Collins said the last sentence between clenched teeth.
Hannah Garcia, of course, didn’t believe him, but she did believe Alia.
“I’ll give you 20 minutes. If my Second Miss doesn’t call in that ti, I’ll handle things my way.” Hannah said this with an expression as serious as any adult’s.
Alia could only nod and say, “Alright, Second Miss will listen to you. You can go wait in the rest area first.”
After getting Alia’s assurance, Hannah left the room without wasting any ti.
Harry quickly locked the hospital door and then skillfully turned off the security cara.
Alia didn’t speak or try to stop him as she watched him do this; she just watched him coldly.
Turning around, Harry’s gaze was like a knife, seemingly wishing he could tear her to shreds—perhaps even that wouldn’t be enough to vent his anger.
“Why did you have to be so ruthless?” he asked.
Since Victoria knew of his dical condition, he assud Alia knew too, so he got straight to the point when asking her about it.
Alia replied coldly, “What you sow is what you reap.”
Her pale face did not detract from her exquisite beauty.
Harry laughed bitterly at her answer, a strange feeling of loss evident in his laughter.
“So you reap what you sow,” he repeated her words, staring at her. “Have you thought about what you’ll reap from the seeds you’re sowing today?”
Alia responded coldly, “Since I’ve already sown these seeds, I’m not afraid of whatever consequences they bring.”
Harry thought he knew her—her vanity, her naïveté—but in the end, he found that she could be utterly ruthless when it ca to getting things done.
“Alia Wilson, I really underestimated you,” Harry said, his face thinner than before and radiating a chilling air. “Since we’ve beco entangled in each other’s destinies, let give a ssage to your big sister, younger sister, and little sister: if any of you end up in my hands one day, you’ll all experience firsthand the pain of reaping what you sow.”
Alia gripped the corner of her blanket tightly, her expression cold and hard. “If you have the guts, co after ,” she said.
“Don’t worry, your sisters will keep you company on Doom Road,” Harry replied.
After saying this, laughter dripping with hatred filled his eyes, he turned and left the room without another look at Alia.
Alia’s mood grew inexplicably heavy. Harry had already reached this point, and she had just shattered his last hope of having a child; who knew what he might do to hurt them?
With this thought in mind, Alia picked up her phone and called Victoria.
She had to tell her big sister everything so that she would be prepared for any ergencies. If sothing did happen, she wouldn’t forgive herself for the rest of her life.
She could die; she could be cheapened, but not her sisters.
Once the call connected, Alia recounted word for word what Harry had said to her at the hospital for Victoria to hear…
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