"Alright, Leah, rest early." Simon’s father walked out.
The room quieted down. Leah sat hugging her knees on the carpet by the floor-to-ceiling window. It was already late at night, but she was wide awake.
"Leah, drink this hot milk." Simon Ford ca over with a cup of hot milk. The edges of the cup were so hot that he had to keep bouncing his fingers off his earlobe.
The young master of the Ford family was heating milk himself for the first ti.
Leah curled her red lips slightly and took the hot milk, "Simon, thank you."
"Leah, if you want revenge, we’re all here to help you. But I hope you can be a little happier, which is what your dad, mom, and brother would want." Simon handed her the doll.
It was her favorite doll.
Holding the doll, Leah longed to be the carefree happy girl she once was. But sadly, there was no going back. She had lost everything.
"I know." Leah nodded.
...
Leah had been at the Ford family for two days. She knew that Old Master Xavier and Laura were restless outside, and she was waiting for the right ti.
Just then, a string of lodious phone rings sounded; it was a call.
Leah pressed the key to answer, and Justin Xavier’s private secretary’s voice quickly ca from the other end, "Ma’am, where are you now? Please co to the hospital to see the president. The president is seriously injured this ti and hasn’t yet woken up from the coma."
Leah showed no expression. Her delicate, soft eyes were cool and detached, "He’s still in a coma, so you should find a doctor. I am not a doctor."
"Ma’am!" The private secretary was anxious, "Ma’am, please co and see the president. I know the one he wants to see most right now is you. If you co, I’m sure the president will wake up."
Leah lowered her densely set eyelashes and after a few seconds said, "Okay, I’ll be right there."
With that, she hung up and got up, leaving the room.
Leah took the sealed envelope that Simon’s father had given her, put on her coat. Simon’s father hesitated as he looked at her, "Leah, taking this envelope out is extrely dangerous. Old Master Xavier is watching the powerful evidence in your hand. As far as I know, Old Master Xavier has had murderous intentions against you for a long ti. You’re heading to the hospital, essentially delivering yourself to him..."
"That’s perfect; I’ve been waiting for this mont for a long ti." Leah walked out.
Simon’s father suddenly understood what Leah wanted to do.
"Leah, Simon went out early in the morning to queue for the pastries you love." Simon’s father said.
Leah paused in her steps and looked back at Simon’s father.
Simon’s father confessed, "Leah, we all know how Simon feels about you, but I don’t want you two together. I hope Simon finds a girl from a pure and clean family."
Pure and clean, she used to be that.
Unfortunately, she’s not anymore.
Simon treated her well; he was straightforward and sincere, a great sunny boy who would surely cherish and love his girlfriend in the future.
At this ti, a string of lodious phone rings sounded; it was a call for Leah.
It was Simon calling.
Leah pressed the key to answer, "Hello."
"Leah, have you woken up? I’ve already bought the breakfast you love. Wait for for a bit..."
"Simon," Leah directly interrupted his excited voice, "Thank you, but I won’t have breakfast. I’m going to the hospital to see Justin Xavier."
Simon stopped abruptly on the other end.
Leah silently hung up the phone. She looked at Simon’s father, "Mr. Ford, I’m leaving."
Leah turned to leave.
Simon’s father stood at the door for a long ti, watching Leah’s charming figure fade into the distance. She wore a black coat and high heels, her slender and graceful back always upright, yet all alone. Soon her figure disappeared into the bleak, cold wind.
...
In the hospital.
Laura sat absentmindedly in the corridor. The doctor arrived, and Laura, emotionally agitated, said, "Doctor, why hasn’t my son woken up yet?"
"Mrs. Xavier, this ti the president is seriously injured. He’s still in a coma and needs continuous observation," the doctor explained.
"Enough! I don’t want to hear these perfunctory lies! I’m asking you, how is my son’s... part? Can I still have grandchildren?"
"This..."
"My son is the only heir, and the responsibility of carrying on the Xavier family line rests on him. Our Xavier family cannot end without descendants. Doctor, you must cure him, or I won’t spare you!" Laura emotionally grabbed the doctor’s collar, threatening him.
Seeing the situation getting out of hand, the private secretary quickly ca over, "Madam, this is a hospital. Please calm down. We’ve already notified Mr. Crawford, and Mr. and Mrs. Crawford are on their way."
Hayden Crawford and Serena Sterling were coming.
Laura seed crazy, muttering to herself, "It’s all Leah’s fault! That bitch, she was too ruthless. I always said Justin would die at Leah’s hands one day, but Justin didn’t believe !"
While Laura cursed, the private secretary spoke up, "Madam, you’re... here..."
Laura stiffened and quickly turned around, only to see Leah standing ahead. Her small face, the size of a palm, bore large sunglasses, giving her a slightly cold and arrogant ethereal beauty.
The private secretary felt awkward, "Madam..."
At this point, Leah raised her hand to remove the sunglasses, striding over in high heels. Her soft eyes looked down at Laura sitting in the wheelchair, lips curling with a light, mocking smile, "Go ahead, keep cursing. I’ve heard things a hundred tis worse than this, so what’s this?"
Laura hadn’t expected Leah to dare co, and she imdiately twisted her mouth, "Leah, you culprit, how dare you show your face here?"
Leah stopped in front of Laura’s wheelchair, smirking as she leaned down. Her hands rested on the handles of Laura’s wheelchair carelessly, smiling, "I ca to see... you. Before, I really didn’t know how to make you suffer. Later, you told the only thing you were counting on was to have a grandson. Oh, I finally understood. If the Xavier family ends without descendants, and Mrs. Xavier’s dream of having a grandson shatters, won’t that break your heart and soul?"
Each word Leah spoke carried a smile that ignited a fire in Laura’s heart.
"Leah, I’ll kill you!" Laura raised her hand to slap Leah’s face.
But, this ti, she didn’t succeed.
Because Leah straightened up in ti and dodged.
Laura, having used too much force, fell out of her wheelchair, kneeling at Leah’s feet.
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