Chapter 862

Chapter 862 Byron’s Fury Alton was clearly rattled by Rouston’s dire warnings but tried to remain defiant.

“Dad, I don’t believe he has the power to threaten our lives,” he argued.

But Rouston insisted, “Believe it or not, we have to go to Efren and Georgia now, kneel and apologize, beg for mercy. It’s our only chance of saving the family.’

“Now? But I’m still injured!” Alton gasped, horrified.

Bandaged and anesthetized, he could barely walk.

The shame of exposing his mutilation tormented him too.

Yet Rouston scolded, “You have no choice. Come with me!”

He fetched a wheelchair and pushed Alton into it despite protests from doctors and nurses.

“His wounds could still be fatal! He can’t be moved!”

“Not going means we’re all dead anyway,” Rouston said grimly, wheeling Alton away.

At another hospital, Georgia lay pale and unconscious after having her stomach pumped.

Though the doctor a*sured him she’d be fine, his heart ached Ile quickly called Cora, who arrived in minutes with Byron in low.

“What happened? She was okay last night!”

Cora exclaimed, stricken.

Byron looked equally upset, especially at seeing Efren holding Georgia’s hand.

“Food poisoning,” Efren explained. “She ate something bad with scum. But they pumped her stomach. She’ll recover.”

He squeezed Georgia’s hand protectively as he spoke.

Byron’s glare darkened.

“Scum? You?” He snapped.

This lecherous old man was seducing his nicce!

Cora stroked Georgia’s hair, sick with concern.

Hearing Byron’s outburst, she rushed over.

“Watch your mouth!”

Though secretly, she’d thought Efren and Georgia were perfect for each other and had mourned for them previously.

Now, seeing them together again, she couldn’t help hoping they would reconcile.

Byron pointed at their clasped hands.

“But look at what he’s done!”

“Well...” Cora knew Byron was having trouble accepting his niece’s suitor being his own childhood buddy.

So she wanted to gently urge Efren to let go of Georgia’s hand for the moment, to give Byron some time.

But Efren held firm, meeting Byron’s gaze.

“We’re already together. Even your wife knows.”

Byron stiffened, shooting an accusatory look at Cora too, for hiding this from him.

Relieved by Georgia’s diagnosis, she’d just relaxed when Efren’s words made her tense up again.

Though she’d hinted often enough, Byron refused to accept the truth about them.

But Byron wouldn’t make their disagreement worse in public. He only scolded Efren coldly.

“How dare you touch a young girl!”

“I think you’re the expert there,” Efren retorted meaningfully.

As Efren responded to Byron, he glanced sideways at Cora.

Cora’s sense of unease only grew.