Chapter 195

“Beat it. Scram!” Tarquin barked without specifying at whom, snuffing out the cigarette in his hand and striding toward Elijah’s hospital room with his long legs.

aly “Tarquin…” Gideon tried to call out, but Lowell cut him off with a timely gesture, his tone neither warm nor cold, “Mr. Bradford, please head on home and get some rest. Tarquin’s got a lot on his mind right now and isn’t in the mood for chitchat.”

Gideon frowned. “How’s Elijah doing, anyway?”

“He’s out of the woods now.”

Hearing this, Gideon let out a relieved sigh.

So did Allegra.

The rest of the Bradfords, however, had mixed expressions.

In the Bradford family, only Gideon didn’t want Elijah to kick the bucket–he still had plans to use the boy to keep the others in line.

The rest of them, though, wouldn’t mind if the sole heir bit the dust sooner rather than later.

There could only be one heir in the Bradford legacy, and Tarquin had only this one son–the sole heir to it all.

If Elijah were to die, the spot for the heir would be up for grabs, and all their offspring would have a fair shot at the throne.

The Bradfords were a cunning lot, each with more tricks up their sleeve than you could count.

A bunch of schemers!

Gideon shot Allegra a venomous look.

“Get back to your house and stay in there till I say otherwise. You’re not to step out without my say–so!

Your branch of the family won’t be meddling in company affairs for a while. All the projects under your name will be transferred to me. I’ll handle them personally!”

Allegra’s eyes nearly popped out of her skull! Being grounded was one thing, but being taken their branch’s projects was tantamount to taking their lives!

“Dad, no way! I’ll stay at home for as long as you want, but you can’t take our projects away. We’ve still got Lionel and his father–they can handle the business. Those projects are our livelihood; if you take them away, how are we supposed to live?”

“You should’ve thought about that before you acted! You reap what you sow!”

With that, Gideon huffed angrily and left, leaning on his cane.

No one else dared to utter a word; they hung their heads and quickly left the hospital.

Allegra was left sobbing her heart out.

Once everyone had cleared out, Lowell’s eyebrows knotted in anger as he cast a cold glare in their direction.

He was shocked to hear today’s news. Allegra had really crossed the line…

09:51 As Heath reported, Allegra had burst in unannounced, barging into the room while Elijah was eating.

The shock had triggered Elijah’s condition, causing him to reflexively hurl things around.

Allegra didn’t soothe him or leave promptly, but instead berated Elijah for his lack of respect and manners. She even told Elijah his mother was long dead, and had died a horrible death!

Believing her, Elijah collapsed on the spot.

Thankfully, Elysia was there; otherwise, who knows what might have happened to Elijah…

Now Elijah was out of danger, but if anything had happened to him, it wouldn’t just be Tarquin after Allegra–none of them would let her off the hook!

They had watched Elijah grow up. Although there was no blood relation, he might as well have been their own flesh and blood!

Lowell entered the hospital room, his eyes full of pity for the still unconscious young Elijah, and whispered to Tarquin, “The Bradford lot has cleared out. I’ve made arrangements; those snakes won’t be slithering into Sunshine Community anymore.”

Tarquin, gripping Elijah’s hand, asked indifferently, “What’s Lionel Bradford up to these days?”

Lionel was Allegra’s son, taking after Allegra’s last name. So he was technically a Bradford, too.

“Word is he’s been running with some rich kids, and hasn’t been home in ages. Rumor has it he’s gotten into drugs.”

“Find out for sure. If he’s using, notify Axel.”

Axel never did anything by halves.

Lowell got the message and nodded furiously. “Got it!”

As evening fell, Elijah woke up, and Benjamin immediately called Elysia.

Elysia was thrilled. She had just finished cooking dinner for Elijah, packed it up, and was out the door at once.

She didn’t ride her bike this time; she took a taxi instead.

After her fall earlier that day, she was too spooked to ride, and with the thick snow on the roads, it wasn’t feasible anyway.