Chapter 503 Evidence of Property Transfer
Layla hesitated at the entrance of the Davis Manor. The staff member next to her whispered, "Ms. Murphy, should we go in?"
Layla clenched her teeth, recalling Rachel's icy demeanor. She took a deep breath and decided, "We'll come back another day."
She got into the car, her eyes still fixed on the Davis Manor, filled with a greedy longing. The Davis Family's wealth was her ticket to the high society of Yaradia.
At the General Hospital, Amelia had just stepped out of the elevator when she noticed a crowd gathered outside Cynthia's ward. A flash of worry crossed her face, and she quickly made her way through the crowd.
There, she saw Catherine and her son, Robert Kingsley, standing before Cynthia, crying and pleading.
"Mrs. Kingsley, please forgive me. I know I was wrong," Catherine begged, clutching Robert tightly. "I never meant to hurt Dylan. I admit my guilt, but my son is innocent. Please, spare him. He doesn't deserve this."
Cynthia's gaze was icy. "If I forgive you, what about my son? Dylan is dead, but your son is standing here just fine. Did you show mercy to my son back then?"
Desperation etched on her face, Catherine pushed Robert toward Cynthia. "Mrs. Kingsley, I'll give you Robert; from now on, he's your son. As long as you don't mind, he can stay with you. He's always been well-behaved."
Cynthia's eyes grew even colder. Robert, feeling the fear, quickly ran back to his mother's side. "Mom, I don't want to. I don't want to be someone else's child," he cried.
Cynthia's chilling gaze didn't waver. The onlookers murmured their disapproval.
"Serves her right," someone said.
"Mrs. Kingsley is too soft-hearted. If it were me, I'd make her feel the pain of losing a child," another remarked.
Amelia moved to block the doorway, then turned and closed the door behind her. Seeing Amelia, Catherine's eyes lit up with desperation. "Dr. Davis, please, save my child. I admit my guilt, but my child is innocent."
Amelia glanced calmly at Catherine, then walked past her to Cynthia's side. "You're not fully recovered yet. Don't get too angry, or your head will hurt again."
Cynthia nodded and lay back on the bed. Ignored by Amelia, Catherine became more panicked. "Dr. Davis..." she began again.
"This is a hospital, not a place for your theatrics. Please leave and don't disturb my patient," Amelia said softly but firmly.
Catherine took a deep breath, staring at Amelia with pleading eyes. "Dr. Davis."
Catherine had always thought Amelia was kind-hearted, but seeing her cold expression now, she panicked. She had come to beg Cynthia because she was out of options. Cynthia had found out about Harold transferring marital assets and had sued her for illegal possession.
Harold was stuck at the police station because of Dylan's case, leaving Catherine with no support.
"I'll give back all the property I got," Catherine pleaded, her voice shaking.
Cynthia's face stayed cold. "Get out."
Catherine's panic grew. Just then, Madison opened the ward door.
Seeing Catherine and Robert begging Cynthia, Madison quickly walked over.
"What are you doing here?" Madison demanded, her voice stern. "Why are you begging this cruel woman? Take Robert and go home now."
Catherine's panicked expression eased a bit at the sight of Madison, who she saw as an ally. "She found evidence of Harold transferring assets, and I can't see Harold. I have no other options," Catherine whispered.
Madison snorted. "Go home now; don't embarrass me here. I can handle this."
Reluctantly, Catherine chose to trust Madison and quickly took Robert away.
After they left, Madison pulled up a chair next to Cynthia's bed and sat down. "Dr. Davis, please leave," she said coldly. "I need to talk to Cynthia alone."
Amelia looked at Cynthia with concern. Cynthia waved her hand dismissively. "I'm fine. She can't hurt me."
Amelia glanced at Madison, then said, "Alright, if you need anything, press the service bell, and the staff at the nurse's station will come immediately."
With that, Amelia left.
Madison put her cane aside and snorted. "You and Harold have been married for years. Now that Dylan is gone, seeing you two like this breaks my heart. There's no need for you and Harold to make things so ugly. If you want money, I can give it to you. Just drop the lawsuit."
Cynthia, lying on the bed, looked out the window and sneered. "I don't want money. I want him and Catherine in jail."
Madison's expression darkened. "Don't be ungrateful," she snapped. "All these years, you and Harold haven't had any joint property. The company is still in my name, and Harold has just been working for me."
Cynthia's face changed at Madison's words, and she looked at her in shock.
Madison smiled, took a document from her bag, and handed it to Cynthia. She smirked, "The Kingsley Group has never been Harold's company; it's mine. He's been working for me. All these years, your living expenses have been paid by me. His salary isn't enough to cover all those expenses. Only Harold and I know about this.
She continued, " Since you sued him, I had to step in. If you drop the lawsuit now, I can give you some money. If you don't, you'll lose the case and get nothing."
Madison stood up from her chair, looking down at Cynthia lying on the bed, and warned, "Think about it carefully."
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