Chapter 269 The Cup Hits Her
"You don't have to worry about the cleaning," said Abella casually, fiddling with something in her hand. "It's just a small matter, no need for your people to do it."
She had others she could ask for help.
"Alright, just let me know if you need assistance." Mr. Walker said cheerfully. "Oh, by the way, you got a perfect score on your SAT this time. We prepared a little gift for you and it has already been delivered to you."
Abella's attention was focused on the massager in front of her. Her voice was indifferent. "Yeah, I saw it but haven't opened it yet."
These past few days, she had been busy preparing her birthday gift for Grandma. Every time she passed by the pile of presents, she didn't have time to stop and open them.
"It's not a property deed again, is it?" Abella asked.
Mr. Walker immediately denied, "I'm not that predictable!"
"Then is it jewelry?" Abella continued to ask.
"That's what Grandpa Wilson does, not me!" Mr. Walker said, sounding a little proud.
"So, it must be an antique or a valuable calligraphy and painting?" Abella said.
"No, no, no, what I gave you is different from those!" Mr. Walker snorted.
"Then is it a bank card?" Abella asked.
"Of course not," Mr. Walker shook his head, even though she could not see him.
"Oh, I know. It's stocks," Abella said understandingly.
"You guessed it so quickly? Is my gift too unoriginal?" Mr. Walker thought she couldn't possibly guess, but she managed to figure it out in less than 30 seconds.
"You keep sending the same things back and forth. It's really not that imaginative." Abella said, even though she knew they had already given her the best. "No need to send anything in the future."
"We want to give you gifts and make you happy." Mr. Walker said, then he checked the time, sighed helplessly, and said, "Alright, I still have a meeting to attend. When will you grow up and help me manage the group? But we can talk some more later. "
"I'm still young. Give me another ten or twenty years." Abella said playfully.
"You don't care about me at all! Okay, make sure to call me more often when you're free! If you need anything, tell me instead of bothering those old men; they're too annoying! Just come to me, for anything or nothing." Mr. Walker instructed hastily.
Abella couldn't help but smile. "Sure."
The next day, Mrs. Wilson angrily pushed open the door to Room 301. As soon as she entered, she angrily questioned, "Mom, how could you do this? Have you lost your mind? You've already made a will in the American Will Repository and given everything in the house to Abella? How could you do such a thing? Have you ever thought about how we would feel?"
She didn't even bother to greet Grandma or to speak to her with respect, her body was trembling with anger.
Barbara sat on the bed, reading the book Abella had given her earlier. Upon hearing this, she lifted her gaze, looking displeased.
"Whose belongings are those? I'll give them to whoever I want. As for you, what gives you the right to barge in and question me? Did I invite you in? Get out! Knock on the door again!" Mr. Wilson desperately pulled Mrs. Wilson aside, though he was upset inside, he didn't lose his composure like his wife did.
Mrs. Wilson wanted to argue with Grandma, but Mr. Wilson held her back.
Mr. Wilson kindly advised, "Just knock on the door first, don't be like this."
After he closed the door and knocked on it again, they waited for a long time but didn't hear any response from his mother.
Mrs. Wilson couldn't swallow her anger and pushed the door open, raging, "Mom, didn't you hear the knocking? Are your ears not working because of your illness? We've been knocking for a long time! How long do you want to make us wait? Today, you must give Jeff, me, and Isla an explanation!"
As she said this, she pulled Isla, who was behind her, forward. Isla's eyes were red, seemingly extremely aggrieved by the matter of the will. Her appearance made it seem as if the whole world owed her.
"What have you done to Helen?" Barbara didn't answer her question but angrily questioned, "Is Helen with you?"
Helen was Barbara's exclusive consultant, in simple terms, the person who helped with the will.
Under normal circumstances, with Helen's character, she would never reveal the contents of the will unless coerced!
When Mrs. Wilson rushed into the hospital room to question her, Barbara already guessed that something might have happened to Helen. After Mr. Wilson pulled Mrs. Wilson out of the room, Barbara hurriedly called Helen, but several calls went unanswered.
Worried about Helen's safety, Barbara became even angrier, trembling as she pointed at Mrs. Wilson, "I'm asking you, what have you done to Helen?"
"She brought it upon herself, suffering the consequences without saying a word." Mrs. Wilson chuckled and remembered the terrified and uneasy expression on that woman's face when she found herself bound in the warehouse, as well as the agony she experienced after being reprimanded. It felt satisfying to think about it.
"So, you used her daughter to threaten her? Answer me, is that true?" Barbara was shaking with anger.
Helen was a single mother, and her daughter was her only weak point.
"What did you do to her daughter?" Barbara yelled.
"Just scared her a little, no harm done! Why are you so worked up?" Mrs. Wilson couldn't understand why Barbara cared more about outsiders than her own family. Could her illness really be that serious, damaging her brain?
"Release them!" Barbara angrily slammed the book on the bedrail, making a loud noise. "I told you to release them!"
"They were already released a long time ago," Mrs. Wilson replied nonchalantly. "If she had been honest from the beginning, she wouldn't have suffered so much. That's why I said she lacked common sense."
But Grandma made a promise.
The will has already been entered into the will repository. Unless Grandma agrees to modify it, no one can take it out or invalidate it. That's why Mrs. Wilson had to find Grandma.
Barbara became angry and threw the cup from the bedside table.
Mr. Wilson tried to stop her, but it was too late. The cup hit Mrs. Wilson, causing her pain. Her skirt got wet. "Mom, have you gone crazy? Why did you throw it at me?"
"I threw it at you! Calling you a robber is an insult to robbers! The three of you are going to great lengths for the will, and you've done so many outrageous things... cough, cough, cough..." Barbara coughed repeatedly, clutching her chest. It seemed like she was overwhelmed with anger, and her heart was hurting.
Mrs. Wilson felt wronged. "How can you say that? Jeff is your only son. If you don't leave things to him, at least leave them to Isla. Who is Abella? She's just an outsider with no blood relation! She's a co-founder of QY and a piano master, she doesn't need money at all. What are you giving it to her for?"
"Those are my things. I'll give them to whoever I want. What business is it of yours?" After finishing her cough, Barbara pointed at Mrs. Wilson and asked, "Weren't you crying and begging, saying that you owe Abella so much and wanted to be a family again like before? How did she suddenly become an outsider with no blood relation?"
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