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Chapter 277
The knock on the hospital room door made her furrow her brow, and both she and Aubree
turned toward the entrant. Their expressions soured instantly upon recognizing the
newcomers. lit was Cameron and Miranda. What kind of drama were these two brewing
now?
Miranda, catching sight of Brielle’s pale and weakened state, could barely suppress the
urge to hex her with every vile curse she knew. Why hadn’t that damn driver finished the
job? Brielle alive was nothing but a calamity.
Brielle’s face turned icy. “What brings you here?”
Cameron closed the door behind him, his face etched with fatigue. Tracking down Brielle
had been no small feat. “Brielle, do you have any idea what Max is up to? He’s targeting
the Haywoods. Every single client has been poached, and partners are cutting ties left and
right. In a matter of days, the Haywoods will be bankrupt.”
“And what’s that to me?” Brielle’s tone was indifferent as she aimed to continue with her
oatmeal, the very picture of unconcern.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtFuming. Miranda advanced, ready to send Brielle’s bowl flying.
A sharp look crossed Brielle’s eyes as she met Miranda’s gaze, “Try it, I dare you.”
Miranda recoiled, fear flickering in her eyes, but remembering their mission, she clenched
her teeth. “If you hadn’t shamelessly thrown yourself at Max, why would he have targeted
us? He’s after us because of you. You need to fix this mess.”
“Need to?” Brielle couldn’t help but chuckle at the entitlement in Miranda’s voice, leisurely
continuing her meal.
“Unless I’m mistaken, you’re here to beg, right? Is that how you ask for favors?”
Miranda shook with anger, her face a kaleidoscope of fury. Before she could act on her
impulse to spill the bowl, Brielle preempted her, flipping the soup right onto Miranda’s
head.
Dumbstruck, Miranda felt the thick soup slide down her cheeks.
“That’s for the coffee you threw, Miranda,” Brielle said, accepting a napkin from Aubree
and meticulously wiping her fingers.
With her face smeared in soup, Miranda’s lips turned an ugly shade of blue.
Cameron, who had been silent, stopped any further outburst and stared coldly at Brielle.
He knew well before coming that Brielle would not be inclined to help the Haywoods. It
was time for his trump card. “Brielle, what about Grandpa if the family goes under? His
health is already failing. He needs constant care at the sanatorium. If he hears about the
bankruptcy, how long do you think he’ll last? The Haywood clan might have turned their
backs on you, but Grandpa has always been there for you with an open heart. Do you
want to be responsible for his demise, and live with that guilt forever?”
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Brielle’s lashes quivered, her grip on the blanket tightening unconsciously. Grandpa Julian
had indeed always been her champion, the only one opposing the idea of bringing Lillian
from the orphanage into the Haywood home, claiming it wasn’t fair to Brielle. But at the
time, Brielle, considering the bond with Lillian, had convinced Julian, and thus Lillian came
to stay.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmSince then. Julian had always been by her side, spoiling her with little gifts until he had
that fall, which led to years of slumber and subsequently, a life confined to the
sanatorium, his health deteriorating day by day. Scarcely any of the Haywoods visited him,
leaving him in his solitude. Brielle hadn’t set foot in the sanatorium since learning about
Lillian’s affair with Spencer – Julian adored Spencer, believing he would bring her
happiness. And she was particularly bad at lying to such a loving elder, so avoidance had
been her tactic.
Now, however, the Haywoods were using Grandpa Julian to strong–arm her once again.
Cameron, seeing a shift in her, pressed on. “Grandpa doesn’t have many years left. He’s
been comfortable in the sanatorium. Do you really want to disrupt his peace, burden him
with the family’s troubles?”
A wave of nausea hit Brielle, revolted by their attitude. Julian was their kin as well, yet it
seemed she was the only one who cared for him now.
Brielle knew that if she stayed silent, the Haywoods, true to form, would waste no time
involving Julian. Her grip on the blanket grew fierce, the veins on her hands standing out
as a testament to her rising anger.
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