Samuelâs tone was ominous. âIf you canât give me a definite answer today, this matter wonât end! Donâtthink your Horton Group can just bully people as you please!â
Tom said helplessly, âThat was when they were kids. My boss didnât tell me the details. I guessed itfrom what Miss Davis usually says.â
Samuel kept cursing. âAn incident from childhood is even more ridiculous, right? Can you confirm thatMiss Davis is indeed the one who saved his life? Donât get
the wrong person again!â
Tom sighed. âWe can confirm it. Although Miss Davis said the token was sold by her mother, weconducted a lie detector test on her and could confirm she wasnât
lying.â
âIs that Miss Davis really mentally ill?â
âYes, weâve consulted many experts both domestically and abroad; she has severe claustrophobia andautism. My boss is her only redemption and hope for lifeâ¦â
Tom looked at them, trying to explain on behalf of Lewis. âMiss Olsen, I know you must be blaming my
boss right now, but my boss never planned on
marrying Miss Davis. Itâs only her wishful thinking! All these years, my boss has been paying for hermedical treatment, but all the doctors said her condition was
too severeâ¦â
Tom sighed. âIâve been monitoring her all these years, thinking what if Miss Davis makes a mistake? Ifshe could just slip up, I could persuade my boss to give her up. But she hasnât, and the only excessivething she did in all these years was during that birthday banquet, pretending to be Mrs. Horton for amoment, but later she gave a reasonable explanation, saying it was because everyone just assumedshe was, and she feared denying it would cause trouble for my boss. Since then, sheâs been stayingquietly in the psychiatric hospitalâ¦â
Hearing this, Samuel felt it was ridiculous. âIs she so innocent? What should we do then? Itâs not likeevery time she tries to kill herself, Lewis should go watch over her, right? Then whatâs the point of mybossâs marriage?â
Tom gave a wry smile. âI guess thatâs why my boss decisively chose Miss Olsen and gave up on MissDavis previously. But after all, she saved his life once. Can he really just watch her die?â
Samuel was silent for a moment.
As a man, he always understood how important a sense of responsibility was.
If Lewis could be this ruthless toward Madeleine now,
could he one day be just as ruthless toward Keira?
The two of them fell silent for a moment.
Keira, with her eyes downcast, said, âThe public opinion that has come up is a bit baffling. You two gofind out whatâs happening.â
Tom immediately said, âWeâve looked into it. The first branch of the family is making trouble.â
âThen press it down hard. Donât let this matter get
more attention.â
Tom immediately nodded. âI will.â
Samuel sneered. âThe trending topic may have been suppressed, but now someone is broadcastinglive from the hospital!â
After hanging up, Keira opened Samuelâs live broadcast.
The live broadcast was evidently started by a journalist, and although the Horton familyâs securityguards blocked them from getting close, one could still glimpse inside the ward.
Madeleine kept holding Lewisâs hand, not letting him leave.
It was only after her body could finally withstand a large dose of sedatives that she at last calmeddown.
And so, Lewis was freed.
The journalist, unable to get close to Lewis for an interview, stood in front of the camera and began.âThe only redemption in her life is him, yet Mr. Horton has cruelly given up on her â how is this differentfrom sending someone to their death? How can Mr. Horton
be so heartless?â
âThis is Gossip Daily, and we will keep an eye on this
news until the end.â
Keira turned off the live broadcast.
Both in her vision and in her mind were images of
Lewisâs back in front of Madeleineâs bed.
That back, once as solid as a mountain that provided a sense of reliability, now seemed on the verge ofbeing
crushed.
Keira suddenly felt a bit sorry for him.
The night deepened gradually.
Madeleineâs condition stabilized, and her life was no longer in danger.
Lewis finally returned to the Horton residence.
He didnât get out of the car, but sat inside, lighting a cigarette.
Flashes of the doctorâs words sparked in his mind. âMiss Davisâs will to live is very weak. If you reallyare not coming to accompany her any further, then there is no need for further rescue because sheâlldefinitely attempt suicide a second time⦠Even if we can
monitor her at all times, what can we do if she is
determined to die and refuses food and drink?
Moreover, she has a hundred ways to kill herself, and
we just need a moment of negligence⦠Mr. Horton, Iâm sorry, I cannot guarantee the patientâs safety.â
Lewis took a deep drag of his cigarette.
Then he finally got out of the car.
Old Mrs. Hortonâs courtyard was very quiet.
Lewis quietly entered his own bedroom, and as soon as
he entered the door, he saw a familiar silhouette
sitting on the sofa in the dim room.
Lewis was slightly startled and was about to say something when he heard Keira.
âLetâs get a divorce.â
Keiraâs voice was very faint.
At the same time, the courier had driven for six hours
and finally arrived at 76 Glow Village.
The more he drove, the more alarmed he became.
Because No. 76 wasnât just any small village house. This imposing big tile-roofed house stretcheddown an
entire street!
It was clearly a grand family estate, the ancestral home
here.
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entrance and then knocked on the door.
Someone came to open the door.
The courier asked, âExcuse me, is there someone
called âStubborn Fiveâ here?â
The servant immediately frowned. âWhat Stubborn Five? Never heard of that name! Go away!â
It was his bossâs package, and he had promised to deliver it, so the courier refused to leave. Instead,he
_started shouting. âStubborn Five! Stubborn Five! You
have a package!â
Mr. Horton, who had just entered the courtyard, heard the argument at the entrance and was slightlytaken aback. He came over and asked with a frown.
âWhose package is it?â
The servant said, âThis courier says itâs for Stubborn Five. We donât have anyone by that name in ourhouse. I told him heâs got the wrong place, but he wonât leave!â
No sooner had the servant finished speaking than Mr. Hortonâs eyes widened in disbelief, and heasked,
âWho?â
âStubborn Five!â
Mr. Horton immediately became excited, stepping forward to face the courier. âYes, yes, there is such aperson in the house!â
After being kidnapped and returned home, Lewis would run to the front gate every day to wait for his
mail.
Later, when he was about to go abroad, he repeatedly instructed if anyone sent him a letter, they must
remember to tell him.
Even after going abroad, he would still call every three or five days to ask if anyone had sent him aletterâ¦
He only stopped in the past couple of years.
He immediately took the package from the courier and looked at the driver. âMake another trip. Take itto
Lewis!â
He thought of Lewisâs previous instructions and said, âMake sure to hand it to him personally!â
The courier thought of his bossâs request to deliver the package directly to the recipient, andimmediately added, âIâll go with you!â