Chapter 301 Are people really gone?
Barbara couldn't summon the strength to sit up, maintaining her position after falling, gasping heavily for air. After a while, she struggled to stand, trembling and reached out with unsteady hands, attempting to retrieve her phone.
But there was no way Mrs. Wilson would kindly return her phone. She took a step back, smiling even more unabashedly. "Want it? I won't give it to you!"
Grandma became furious. She had finally managed to support herself, with one foot just touching the ground.
Mrs. Wilson immediately sensed her intention, saying with a threatening tone, "You, whose body is falling apart, think you can go out and call for help? Do you really think you can make it through that door? If it weren't for the sake of money, I would have buried you long ago!"
Barbara continued her arduous attempt. Just as her other foot touched the ground, she heard Mrs. Wilson's voice, filled with menace.
"Let me tell you, my patience is limited. Tomorrow, you'll have someone from America's Will Registry come here and modify the will in my presence, transferring all your assets under my name. Do you understand?"
Barbara ignored her and finally managed to stand with both feet on the ground, ready to take a step forward.
Mrs. Wilson reached out and effortlessly pushed her back onto the bed. "I asked you; do you understand? Are you deaf, you old hag?"
Mrs. Wilson continued to grab Barbara by the ear, causing her incredible pain. "Let go..."
Mrs. Wilson stubbornly refused to release her grip, savoring Barbara's agony. Barbara's head throbbed from hitting the bed rail earlier, and her body even struggled to breathe.
Observing Barbara clutching her chest with both hands and struggling to breathe, Mrs. Wilson sarcastically taunted, "I'll tell you; this won't work on me!"
This old hag could only playact in front of Mr. Wilson; pretending to be dead won't work here!
"I asked you; do you understand?" Mrs. Wilson continued to threaten and intimidate, still gripping Barbara's ear.
Barbara was in so much pain that her whole body curled up, resembling a trembling rabbit, powerless to defend herself while someone held onto her ear.
Seeing Barbara gasping heavily, her face turning red and her eyes widening, Mrs. Wilson realized something was wrong. She quickly released her grip, and Barbara immediately collapsed onto the bed, curling up even more tightly.
"Don't think you can scare me. I'm not falling for your tricks." Barbara's throat felt as if it was being clenched by the hand of a demon. She wanted to breathe fresh air but the oxygen in the ward seemed scarce, no matter how hard she tried, she couldn't find a trace of it.
"I'm telling you, don't even think about blaming me for all of this! Even if you want to die, you have to transfer your assets under my name before you do!"
Mrs. Wilson saw Barbara gasping for breath, seemingly in real distress. Just as she was about to leave, she opened the door to the ward and saw two nurses approaching from a distance.
Startled, Mrs. Wilson quickly shut the door to the ward, but Barbara in the bed heard the commotion outside the door and wanted to call for help, but she couldn't make a sound.
She didn't even have the strength to catch her breath, let alone the strength to seek help! In the end, she heard the fading footsteps of the two nurses and felt utterly hopeless. At this hour, the nurses would be doing their rounds, and it would take too long for them to reach her!
After Mrs. Wilson left, she hurriedly slipped away, afraid of shouldering the responsibility. The hospital room was left with only Grandma, helpless and lonely. She had tried countless times to reach the distant call bell but couldn't get to it. When she saw Mrs. Wilson's phone left on the floor before she left, she wanted to grab it, but ended up falling off the bed.
Finally, when the nurses arrived at the room and found Grandma lying unconscious on the floor, they quickly called for the doctor. But it was too late! The video ended at this point, and the large hall, which held over six hundred people, fell silent. No one expected Barbara to endure such bullying.
Mr. Wilson looked at Mrs. Wilson blankly and said, "You, you actually..."
"Jeff, please, listen to my explanation..."
Before Mrs. Wilson could finish her sentence, a black-and-white photo of Grandma suddenly appeared on the big screen! She let out a startled scream, "Ah..."
Who did this? Isla, pinned to the ground and unable to move, became paler with fear. How could Grandma's photo appear here? And in black and white? Could it be that Grandma has already dead.
The guests were left in shock. Could it be that Grandma had passed away? Was she appearing in spirit, seeking to hold Mrs. Wilson accountable??
"Mom??" Mr. Wilson grew increasingly, fearful as the enormous photo came into view. Could his mother have passes away? Suddenly, the room plunged into darkness as the electronic curtains closed simultaneously. The grand hall was now only illuminated by the glow of the black-and-white photo on the big screen.
Many guests were filled with fear, their scalps tingling. They tried to leave, but the main door closed suddenly and couldn't be opened no matter how hard they tried! Chaos erupted in the hall- screams, confused cries, and sounds of fear filled the air. What on earth was happening?
Mrs. Wilson trembled with fear, pondering if Grandma could really have come to seek revenge on her. No, that couldn't be possible. Someone must be playing a prank on her!
"The Wilson family's engagement banquet wouldn't be complete without Grandma, right?" Suddenly, a cold voice rang out from the crowd. Mrs. Wilson looked towards the source of the voice and vaguely saw a familiar figure!
"Abella, it's really you! I knew it was you behind all of this!" Mrs. Wilson couldn't help but express her anger, "Today is your sister's engagement banquet, so by showing this photo, are you cursing your sister or your grandmother?"
"When someone passes away, should we not display their photo?" Abella slowly made her way to the stage from the crowd, her chilling gaze laced with a hint of mockery.
"So, she is Abella?" Many guests regained their composure.
“Could she be the individual behind the Wilson family’s wealth and resources?” One whispered.
Abella, the genius girl who supported the Wilson family, cleaned up their mess, and made them the richest family in New York, was strickling beautiful. Compared to Isla, she was like night and day.
Abella's eyes still have a hint of redness, conveying a cold and ruthless intent. She exuded a commanding presence, both beautiful and formidable.
"What are you saying?" Mr. Wilson couldn't believe it, "What happened to your grandmother? If she’s in critical condition, we will certainly rush over after the wedding. There is no need to frighten us!"
Ha, what's the point of daydreaming at this point?
A sardonic smile curled on Abella's lips, making her seem unreachable. "Seeing her funeral photo, shouldn't you kneel down and make amends to your grandmother? After all, it's you who killed her!"
"What did you say? Is it true that your grandmother...is gone??" Mr. Wilson was dumb struck, unable to believe it. He hesitated, then looked at Abella.
The hatred in this girl's eyes didn't seem like a joke.
Could it be...Grandma really passed away??
With that thought, Mr. Wilson felt as though his world was collapsing. He covered his face, trying to hold back tears, but they flowed uncontrollably. He paced back and forth, and within seconds, burst into tears.
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