Chapter 424 Killing the Brother
Margaret didn't seem to care about his suffering. "Samuel, why are you doing this to yourself? You know you're allergic to penicillin, yet you drink so much. Your wounds are still infected, and you just took a lot of penicillin. Don't you know you can't drink alcohol? This could kill you!"
Samuel looked at her, terrified. "Margaret, I didn't, I didn't drink any alcohol."
Margaret's face stayed cold as she nodded to a nearby bodyguard.
The bodyguard got the message, stepped forward, and forced Samuel's jaw open, pouring an entire bottle of vodka down his throat.
Samuel lay on the bed, his hands pinned down by another bodyguard. His head shook from side to side, his legs struggled fiercely, but they were quickly restrained.
He whimpered, but the sound was soon replaced by the forced gulping of the alcohol.
Once the bottle was emptied, the bodyguards stepped back and returned to Margaret's side.
Samuel's eyes were wide with terror, just like his father's before he died. His face turned an unusual shade of red, even his eyeballs were red.
He couldn't speak, his hands clutched his chest, gasping for air. Soon, his face turned a purplish-red, and his legs stopped struggling.
Finally, his hands fell limp, and his body lay still.
Margaret gave a signal, and the doctor carrying a medical kit stepped forward, placing a stethoscope on Samuel's chest and neck, listening for a moment.
He shook his head and approached Margaret. "Ms. Taylor, Mr. Samuel Taylor has lost all vital signs. The cause of death is a severe allergic reaction to penicillin."
Margaret nodded. "Thank you, doctor."
She stood up and shook her head regretfully. "My brother just couldn't control himself. He knew he had to take penicillin for a while, but maybe he was too happy about my wedding today and couldn't resist drinking a few more. He got drunk and didn't let anyone stay with him, so no one noticed his allergic reaction. Otherwise, he might have been saved."
She lowered her head, pulled out a tissue, and dabbed at nonexistent tears, sniffing as she walked out.
The bodyguards echoed her sentiment. "Ms. Taylor, Mr. Samuel Taylor has passed away. Please accept our condolences. The Taylor family needs a leader, and the Taylor Group needs you at the helm."
Margaret responded softly, "Let's go meet the reporters outside."
Valoria.
Elizabeth finished the surgery, exhausted, and walked out of the operating room, longing to lie down and sleep.
Quinn would be taken back to the ward by the hospital staff.
Elizabeth washed her hands, changed clothes, and took out her phone. There were many unread messages, mostly from Sarah.
Sarah: [Elizabeth, I just arrived at Michael and Margaret's wedding. Wait for me, I'm going to mess with these shameless people.]
Elizabeth started to worry for her. Sarah was really fearless. How could Michael allow anyone to ruin his wedding?
Would Sarah get in trouble? She was alone there; could she be in danger? Was David there? If he was, would he help her out of their past relationship?
Elizabeth continued scrolling.
Sarah: [Elizabeth, I'm so mad! I saw that jerk David! We barely finalized our divorce, and he's already got a fiancée! He even brought her here to show off in front of me! He said they're getting married on April 1st! He's doing this just to spite me! I'm outta here!]
Sarah: [Elizabeth, I'm up in a room at the hotel now. I'm going to rest here for a bit and head down once the wedding starts. It's weird though, it's so late and the bride and groom still haven't shown up.]
Elizabeth sighed. Sarah was practically giving her a live commentary.
Sarah: [Elizabeth, big news! The wedding is canceled! Michael didn't show up! Samuel is missing! Margaret showed up in the banquet hall dressed in black. Is she here for a wedding or a funeral? I think something's wrong. I'm leaving.]
Sarah: [Elizabeth, what are you doing? It's daytime in Valoria, right? You can't be sleeping at this hour, can you? Why aren't you replying to my messages?]
Elizabeth frowned. Why was Margaret wearing black? Could Michael be dead? Did she become a widow on her wedding day?
Suddenly, she came across a message from Dean: [I'm waiting for you in the hallway outside the operating room. Come out when you're done. I'll take you to get some good food.]
Elizabeth saw the message and immediately walked out.
Dean stood up from the bench as soon as he saw her, walking towards her.
"Why did this surgery take so long? You must be exhausted."
He patted his shoulder. "Come on, lean on my shoulder."
Elizabeth slung her bag over his arm and walked out. "Let's go. I'm exhausted, starving, and thirsty."
Dean handed her a bottle of water. "I figured you'd be thirsty. Have some water first. I've already called the restaurant and reserved a spot. I'll have them prepare the food now. By the time we drive there, it'll be ready. No time wasted."
Elizabeth leaned on him. "Dean, thank you. You really are more reliable than any man when it counts."
Dean's lips curled into a slight smile. "Elizabeth, I have some news for you. I'm not sure if it's good or bad. Michael and Margaret's wedding is canceled."
"Margaret's father passed away. The wedding turned into a funeral. Samuel and Delilah are missing. Margaret is now the head of the Taylor family. She and Michael reached some sort of agreement. She helps Michael get what he wants, and he helps her take control of the Taylor family."
Elizabeth was already swaying slightly as she walked. She clung to Dean's arm, eyes closed. "Okay, I got it. None of this really concerns us. I just want to sleep."
Dean replied, "Alright. I'll drive, and you can sleep in the car."
Dean opened the car door for Elizabeth. She got in, opened her phone, and continued reading Sarah's messages.
Sarah: [Elizabeth, what's going on? Why haven't you replied? Are you passed out from crying because of Michael's wedding today?]
Elizabeth couldn't help but laugh and replied: [Sarah, what are you talking about? I'm not that fragile. I had a surgery here. I just got out of the operating room, and I'm exhausted, thirsty, hungry, and sleepy. I can barely keep my eyes open, let alone think about anything else.]
Sarah replied instantly: [Elizabeth, you're such a career-driven woman. If I could be as carefree as you, I wouldn't be so miserable. Every time I think about David marrying another woman, I want to crash his wedding.]
Elizabeth: [Don't worry. When the time comes, I'll go with you and let you crash it to your heart's content.]
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