Zion Fitzwilliam’s face slightly changed, "Is there a doctor involved?"
The new assistant was the interim assistant to the acting president, nad Miles Morgan. Before Assistant Harris left, he taught him a lot, but Miles hadn’t yet developed the ability to infer from one instance like Assistant Harris. After a pause, he said sowhat shafully, "The specifics haven’t been determined yet; we’ve only found a connection to this hospital."
Zion Fitzwilliam frowned slightly, but did not make things difficult for the young man, and simply said, "After you find out the details, send the information to . Additionally, have Assistant Harris complete the handover and retain the position for one year. If he does not pass the assessnt after one year, promote another from the office to replace him."
Miles Morgan quickly replied, "Okay, I’ll tell him."
He knew that Assistant Harris had been with President Fitzwilliam for many years. Although this job transfer was said to be a punishnt, it also served as a sort of career advancent. When Assistant Harris returned, he would likely be promoted.
If he was lucky enough at that ti, he might be able to replace Assistant Harris. Even if not, with a year’s work experience, he could have a decent arrangent within the company.
After hanging up the phone, Zion Fitzwilliam stood by the window for a while, his brow tightly furrowed.
Could grandfather’s death be related to this hospital?
He had previously ordered a thorough investigation of all the hospitals in Northgarde, but there were no records of admission. He suspected that the records might have been erased, but did not expect them to be so thoroughly wiped.
If the previous investigation was correct, then grandfather had contact with Elara’s parents in Northgarde. Although he didn’t know the reason, given that incidents with grandfather and the Hale Family happened consecutively, could they really be unrelated?
If grandfather indeed t trouble at this hospital, then when the Hale Family had their car accident, were they also brought here?
What on earth caused so many incidents three years ago? Who is the person behind all these events?
He stood by the window for a long ti. When he returned to the ward, the heaviness on his face had completely dissipated, and he greeted Elara with a cheerful smile, "Hungry? There was so company business, so I dealt with it briefly."
As he spoke, he opened the lunchbox, which contained the als she liked, picked up along the way.
As usual, he raised the hospital bed a bit and personally fed the dishes to her mouth. Elara was a bit flustered, "My right hand is fine, the scratches are healed, I can eat by myself..."
Zion Fitzwilliam said earnestly, "Eating with one hand might tug on the wound, better let help you."
Elara blinked, would eating with one hand really tug on the wound? Unlikely.
However, during the past few days when he was away, it was indeed Esther Carter who had been feeding her als; she hadn’t eaten by herself yet.
Unsure of his claim and given Zion Fitzwilliam’s determined deanor, Elara could only obediently open her mouth.
The man leaned close, his well-defined fingers holding the chopsticks looking quite appealing. As he placed a morsel in her mouth, his knuckles accidentally grazed her chin, making Elara’s face instantly flush.
Feeling a mix of nervousness and sweetness...
The atmosphere felt sowhat intimate, yet inexplicably awkward.
She caught the clean scent emanating from Zion Fitzwilliam, causing her breath to falter as she hurriedly pretended to chew like nothing’s amiss, almost biting her tongue instead.
After they finished eating, Esther Carter called, "Elara, has Joanne Carter been picked up?"
Earlier in the afternoon, Elara told her that Zion Fitzwilliam was back and she no longer needed to pick up Joanne. But Esther Carter, having done the pick-up for several days and fostered a warm bond with Joanne, found it surprisingly unsettling to suddenly be relieved of the duty.
"She’s been picked up," Elara replied with a smile, "You should co see her soti when you’re free."
Esther sighed, "Going back to the crew this ti, it’ll be hard to find ti to go out and play. I have to make up for the progress that’s been delayed."
She lanted for a while, then perked up, excitedly asking, "How are things with the great Mr. Fitzwilliam... Mr. Fitzwilliam? Is a brief separation reigniting passion?"
Elara’s ears turned red, "Don’t say nonsense." She found it strange, "Why do you always call Zion ’the great Mr. Fitzwilliam’?"
Esther was montarily speechless, how to explain? Tell her friend she actually wasn’t saying ’the great Mr. Fitzwilliam’, but ’the great Fitz’?
She quickly stopped, temporarily switched to calling him ’Mr. Fitzwilliam’.
She definitely couldn’t say that. On her professional career, she swore she didn’t an it!
"Hahaha, maybe because he’s very tall, I’m just joking around, don’t mind," Esther laughed awkwardly, trying to brush it off.
"Alright." Elara was just curious, without taking it to heart, as Esther always spoke freely.
After hanging up the phone, she realized Zion Fitzwilliam had been watching her all along, his gaze deep and tranquil, making him appear very affectionate when quietly observing soone. Elara’s heartbeat skipped a beat, and she feigned indifference, asking, "Why are you looking at like that?"
How long had he been watching...
Zion Fitzwilliam snapped back to reality, withdrew his gaze, and calmly said, "I wanted to remind you there’s sothing on..."
He leaned over, using his thumb to gently wipe the corner of her mouth, smiling, "A bit of greens."
Elara watched him quickly grab a tissue to wipe his thumb, yet couldn’t see if there was anything, but surely he wouldn’t lie to her. She apologetically remarked, "I didn’t notice."
In front of soone you like, such things always feel slightly embarrassing.
Zion Fitzwilliam was actually very tired. Flying back from the Netherlands he imdiately headed to the hospital, apart from picking up Joanne and buying als, he also dealt with so work matters during the ti he spent with her. Even a body of steel couldn’t withstand the fatigue.
But when accompanying her, he was reluctant to go rest.
Ultimately, it was Elara noticing the undeniable tiredness under his eyes, who persuaded him to wash up and relax.
Joanne Carter finished her howork and after a bit of play, went to sleep as well.
Elara glanced at the ti, almost ten, intending to turn off the lights and sleep when her phone suddenly lit up, showing a ssage from an unfamiliar number.
Just one line, "Elara Hale, I admit, you’ve won."
She found the ssage baffling, examining the string of out-of-town numbers, concluding that it was likely sent to the wrong recipient.
She didn’t dwell on it, tossing the phone aside and soon falling asleep.
"Elara Hale, I admit, you’ve won."
In the pitch-black villa, Cecilia Quincy knelt before the table, the faint glow from the phone screen casting her face like that of a ghost.
In front of her lay a divorce agreent.
This had been delivered by Mason Jacobs in the afternoon.
When she had just replaced Elara Hale at the top, she had seen the divorce agreent between Mason Jacobs and Elara Hale. That agreent was drafted by Mason Jacobs, allocating Elara two houses in the city center, the rent from a shopping mall, a couple of valuable cars, and so company dividends.
Roughly adding it up, it was at least over a hundred million.
But Elara Hale didn’t sign that agreent; she chose to leave cleanly without taking anything.
She decisively gave up both money and fa, as well as the man she deeply loved.
Once upon a ti, Cecilia Quincy thought she was a victor; she not only snatched that man away but also sent Elara Hale out empty-handed.
Yet now, Mason Jacobs wants to divorce her, and the agreent states that she must leave with nothing.
From marriage to now, it’s been only three months; she hasn’t even lasted the two years that Elara did.
Mason Jacobs says he loves her the most, but when divorcing, not even a penny of assets is given to her.
He physically and verbally abuses her, but during the two years of marriage with Elara, he never laid a hand on her.
She once thought she had a handle on Mason, but only now does she feel that she never truly understood him.
If he despises her for being humiliated by other n, why did he go to great lengths to bring her back from Zayne Warner? He tornted her in every way, yet, ultimately, he doesn’t want her.
She had already signed the divorce agreent in the afternoon. She didn’t want to sign, but Mason was like a demon, cutting her hand with a knife, blood dripping down. She understood that he cut her hand, but the warning was about her life.
Whether to sign or not, the choice was not hers.
If she wanted to stay alive, she had to sign.
But she wasn’t willing to. All that she had struggled to obtain was lost like this... And Elara Hale, who had given up everything related to Mason Jacobs, could still be with another man, and Mason, whom she had abandoned, was still obsessed with her.
Why?
Therefore, Cecilia Quincy intentionally sent this text ssage to Elara Hale.
She thought, with Elara’s deep feelings for Mason once, seeing this ssage should surely make her guess who sent it.
What would Elara think? She had already conceded, would Elara co back for Mason? If she cos back for Mason, her current husband certainly wouldn’t want her anymore.
Mason wouldn’t cherish things that co easily. At that ti, Elara would realize she gave up the waterlon for the sesa seeds. A violent man like Mason wouldn’t forgive her for being with another man; perhaps he would also punch and kick her, and humiliate her endlessly.
Just like he does to now.
Thinking of this, Cecilia was even a bit excited, suddenly looking forward to seeing Elara’s downfall.
Yes, only if Elara also becos as miserable as , can I be at peace.
Cecilia grabbed the divorce agreent on the table, trembling, she stood up and turned to go upstairs to pack her things.
Mason had given her three days to move out.
She has a lot of stuff, needs to hurry.
She can’t move back with her parents; their place is rented and very small. Ken has one bedroom, her parents have another, and the study is Ken’s ga room. There’s simply no place for her, and she doesn’t like that small house.
She needs to rent a bigger house, that pile of tailored dresses in the wardrobe needs to be hung specially, and those bags and shoes require a dedicated room for storage.
Although Mason didn’t give her money in the divorce, she did receive quite a bit of pocket money during the months they were together. Roughly estimated, there’s still over a million, enough to support her life temporarily.
Next, she could seek help from Senior Warner, whether to find a new target or to see Senior Warner’s attitude, there’s enough ti.
While sitting by the bed and both organizing and planning, suddenly, she received a phone call.
Her mother’s voice was sharp and fearful, "Cece, co quickly, Ken is in trouble! Hurry up and get here!"
Cecilia paused, her heart tightened, "What happened to Ken?"
Ken is her parents’ only son, the future pillar of the family. She is just a girl, no matter where she marries, her brother will always be the root of The Quincy Family. If sothing were to happen to Ken, what would she and her parents do?
Mrs. Quincy’s voice seed to cry blood with every word, "He was beaten, his manhood was chopped off! You must co quickly!"
Cecilia stood up abruptly, gripping the phone, "Mom, I’m coming right now!"
In a flurry, she grabbed the bag. She didn’t dare start the car in the villa, she ran out in high heels to hail a taxi, but where in a villa area would one find a taxi? She ran out of the community, ran a long way until she finally reached a busier spot to catch a ride to the hospital.
By the ti she got to the hospital, Ken was already in the ergency room undergoing surgery. Her mother, living as though dead, told her, "No one knows who did it. Ken’s classmates said it was people from outside the school seeking revenge, but how could my obedient Ken have provoked gangsters? Beating my son like that..."
Mrs. Quincy wept bitterly, "The doctor said he was brought in too late; his manhood couldn’t be reattached. They can only try their best to save him. What about my Ken, what about our future, Quincy Family!"
Cecilia’s vision darkened.
Her parents valued sons over daughters; unconsciously, she was brainwashed by this mindset and believed Ken was the future of The Quincy Family. Deep down, she thought that if anything happened to Ken, The Quincy Family was finished.
"Mom, who did it? Have they found the people?" Cecilia asked after a pause.
Mrs. Quincy shook her head, crying, "After the police got involved, they caught a few people, all from their school, who said they pointed the way for those gangsters, but those gangsters haven’t been caught."
"Pointed the way?" Cecilia’s eyes grew cold, "Were those people let go?"
Mrs. Quincy gave her a look, "What else could they do? It’s all your fault, you are useless! If you had properly served Mason Jacobs, wouldn’t this issue be easier to solve now? Did it have to beco like this, what’s the point of giving birth to you?"
Mrs. Quincy didn’t know that Cecilia had already been thrown out by Mason Jacobs; she only knew Cecilia hadn’t been having it easy recently. She had asked Cecilia for money several tis, and Cecilia never gave any.
Cecilia listened to her mother’s complaints, pressed her lips together, and dared not say anything. After a mont, she asked, "Who pointed the way to those gangsters?"
Mrs. Quincy impatiently replied, "A person nad Zhang, another nad Liu, and one called... Aidan. I an, your brother is inside fighting for his life, why are you asking these questions?"
Cecilia heard the na "Aidan" and her eyes grew cold, "Aidan Somrs?"
Mrs. Quincy replied sourly, "Why are you asking such useless details..." Seeing Cecilia’s expression, she instinctively swallowed, sowhat intimidated by this always decisive daughter, especially since her daughter married the unreachable Mason Jacobs...
Mrs. Quincy finally answered, "It seems to be this na."
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