NovelEnglishChapter 127
The doctors rushed in, and the once-quiet corridor erupted into chaos.
"As long as I'm alive, you'll never set foot in the Lawson residence again!" Those were Matthew's words.
Kayla couldn't help but snicker to herself, "That old bastard is better off dead!"
As Arnold pushed Matthew's bed toward the emergency room, he caught a glimpse of Kayla and noticed the
fleeting malice in her eyes. He was taken aback.
But the next second, Kayla resumed her innocent facade and had tears welling up in her eyes. Her expression
was full of concern and guilt.
It felt like a trick of his imagination.
"Arnie, it's all my fault. | shouldn't have been so straightforward and triggered Mr. Lawson Senior..."
Arnold, drained of energy and not bothered to comfort her at this moment, simply replied, "You should leave. My
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtgrandfather doesn't want to see you." "Arnie "
"Leave!"
With the force of his command, Kayla finally turned to go, though she did glance back several times.
The light above the emergency room was on for four long hours.
Arnold stood guard at the door, refusing to budge.
During this time, Mike had arrived. Upon seeing Arnold's bloodshot eyes, he smirked sarcastically. "What are you
crying about? Isn't this all your fault?" "You'd better shut up. | don't want to argue with you right now!" Arnold's
expression darkened as he glared at Mike, and he emanated an imposing presence. But the next moment, his
fierce demeanor crumbled as Mike landed a solid punch on his face.
Mike's tone was even more menacing. "Listen up, kid. You're my nephew, and I'm your uncle! Do you
understand?"
The way he emphasized "nephew" struck a nerve in Arnold. He tightened his fists, but he couldn't refute the fact.
The tension between the uncle and nephew was palpable. Just then, the emergency room door swung open.
The doctor removed his mask, looking troubled. "The patient has been temporarily stabilized, but..." "But what?"
both men asked in unison.
"There's a possibility he doesn't have much tleft. At best, he has three months left; at worst, only one. Don't
provoke him again during this period, or his health won't hold up."
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After the doctor finished speaking, he put his mask back on and left.
Matthew was wheeled back into the intensive care unit.
Arnold stood frozen, particularly struck by the sight of Matthew's pale, frail face. "Grandpa..."
Mike sat silently on the other side of the bed.
"Mike..." Matthew extended his hand toward Mike, looking weak but still managing to ask, "Do you still... hate
me?"
Mike was taken aback. He hadn't realized that the once-vibrant Matthew, who had ruled with an iron fist, had
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmnow becso frail. His hands were covered in wrinkles, resembling the bark of an old tree that was dotted with
dark spots.
"Dad."
Mike hesitated for a moment but eventually took Matthew's hand, reassuring him, "You'll be fine. I'll get the best
doctors and the best care for you. You'll recover." "I'm not talking about that. You know what | mean." Matthew
shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips.
"When | forced Sandra's mother, Valentina, away, you hatedfor many years. When | was in the emergency
room just now, | wondered if I... had made a mistake."
Mike replied with a hint of
exasperation, "Dad, I've explained it to you countless times. Valentina is not Sandra's mother. I've long since
moved past those old grievances."
Matthew blinked in surprise. "Then who is Sandra's mother..."
"Sandra is a child | had two years ago with another woman when | got drunk," Mike said awkwardly, rubbing his
nose. "I still haven't found her to this day..." Matthew coughed a couple of times before scolding him, "You little
rascal! Why didn't you tellsooner?"
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