Chapter 186 Two Dads?
"Mom..." Mr. Wilson wanted to say something else, but heard her shout angrily, "Get out!"
"Mom!" Mrs. Wilson was unwilling and angrily asked, "By not giving them to us now, do you want to leave them for that dead girl?"
"Who I want to leave them to is my business. You don't need to worry about it! If you don't leave, I'll call someone!"
Seeing Barbara getting agitated and coughing repeatedly, Mr. Wilson pulled Mrs. Wilson and forcibly dragged her out of the hospital room. "Enough, why are you yelling at mom? If you really make her worse, then we won't get anything she has!"
"How could we not get anything?" Mrs. Wilson's eyes flashed with a fierce light. "The old lady is dead. As her only son, inheriting her property should be a matter of course, right?"
She wished that the old lady would die so she wouldn't have to go to the hospital all the time.
"But what if she had already made a will!" Mr. Wilson lowered his voice. "Even if she didn't, let's not forget that Abella is turning eighteen soon. Once her birthday passes and the old lady transfers everything to her name, we won't get anything!"
Mrs. Wilson immediately saw the reason in his words!
No, she had to make sure the old lady would leave everything to Mr. Wilson or Isla before Abella's birthday!
They couldn't let that wretched girl benefit!
"Let's go." Mr. Wilson grabbed Mrs. Wilson's hand and sighed. "We'll come back when the old lady has calmed down."
"Don't pull me. It's embarrassing in public."
They took a few steps forward and noticed Isla still standing in place, tears of grievances in her eyes.
Mr. Wilson turned back, puzzled, and asked, "Isla, what's wrong with you?"
Just as Isla's tears started to fall, she pitifully said, "Grandma only cares about my sister... It's because I haven't been good enough, haven't done enough to win her favor. Dad, I'm sorry for embarrassing you..."
As she spoke, her voice carried a strong sob.
Mr. Wilson's heart tightened, and he walked over to comfort her. "It's not your fault. You've been doing great. It's Abella, who knows what tricks she used..."
She must have constantly fawned over the old lady, and the old lady fell for it every time!
"We've been busy and couldn't come over, so she took advantage of the opportunity." That's what Mr. Wilson thought.
Isla looked up with teary eyes and asked innocently, "If I learn from my sister and come to visit grandma often, even if grandma scolds and hits me, I'll silently endure it. Will that make grandma like me? If so, then I'll come every day!"
"What can you learn from that wretched girl? She's not even comparable to a single strand of your hair!" Mrs. Wilson pulled her hand forward and said, "Let's go home. Mom will have someone cook some bird's nest for you..."
"We can't go home yet. I have an idea..." Mr. Wilson suddenly leaned in and whispered something to Mrs. Wilson.
As Abella arrived at the company's entrance, several people rushed up to her.
"Hello, Miss Abella. I'm Peggy, the assistant to Hedda, the vice president of the American Fashion Association and a famous designer. I wonder if you have a moment to listen to me?"
The speaker was a girl in her twenties who seemed to have just graduated from college, with a hint of innocence on her face.
"Go ahead." Abella's tone was calm, and her expression remained composed.
Peggy was surprised. Normally, upon hearing Hedda's position, this young girl should have shown some astonishment.
But the girl displayed a nonchalant attitude, as if nothing could faze her.
Now it was Peggy's turn to feel embarrassed. She quickly explained, "You see, during the national design competition, you accompanied Abigail, and she was impressed by your design talent. She said it would be a waste for you to remain just an assistant. She wants to personally mentor you and see you shine in the field of design! Are you interested?"
"Does the vice president of an association have the audacity to come and poach people?"
At this moment, a polite man with gold-rimmed glasses stepped forward and said, "Hello, Abella. Let me introduce myself. I am the secretary to the honorary president of the Asian Fashion Organization. I would like to invite you to join our united and friendly organization..."
"Hello, I am the chief editor of an international fashion magazine..."
As they each stated their intentions, Abella hadn't even had a chance to refuse when Joseph appeared.
"Miss Medici, I heard you were here. I need to discuss something with you... Huh??" Joseph looked puzzled at the seven or eight people in front of him.
The seven or eight people were also stunned and asked in unison, "Miss Medici???"
Isn't she Abigail's assistant?
Why does it sound like she has a significant background?
"Miss Medici, are you discussing business with them?" Joseph thought he had interrupted their conversation and looked at Abella, whispering, "Should we invite them upstairs to have a chat? Are they from one company or multiple ones?"
Looking at their attire, they seemed to be from different groups...
There have been many people coming to discuss collaborations with them recently...
"Isn't this Abigail's assistant?" one of the people couldn't help but ask Joseph.
Joseph was taken aback and hesitated, "No, no, Miss Medici was just accompanying Abigail to the competition, giving her courage and confidence. Miss Medici is the head of our company..."
Now everyone understood: no wonder this talented girl hadn't taken their olive branch.
With her talent, Sunrise must have offered her a considerable salary, right? That's why she was so dedicated to staying here...
"Abella, if you are willing to join our organization, the compensation we offer is three times what you currently have..."
"We can offer five times!"
"What we can provide is fame and status! We believe that you love this industry and want to shine in the world of design, so why stay in such a small company?"
"Have you heard of President Hedda's reputation?"
Abella hadn't heard.
"I'm just doing a summer job," Abella said lightly, "I don't plan on shining."
The only thing she truly loved was probably medical research.
"Well then, this is my business card. If you ever change your mind, feel free to call me anytime, even late at night or on weekends, I will answer!"
"Me too! Here's my contact information."
"And mine."
One by one, they handed over their business cards.
Out of politeness, Abella accepted them.
"After they left, he turned to his assistant and asked, 'What do they want from me?'
"Miss Medici, it's like this..." Joseph hadn't even started speaking when he heard someone call out Miss Medici's name.
He looked in the direction of the voice and saw a Maybach S680 parked at their company's entrance. A middle-aged man with great spirits stepped out of the car. It was clear that he was wealthy.
"Abella, your father is looking for you."
Log in with Google Account
Chapters
Favorite
Settings
