Chapter 446 The Fox Spirit
Samuel's face was ice-cold, trying hard to keep his anger in check. "Don't worry, he's still alive. He's gotten what he deserves."
"You locked him up at the police station?"
"Forget about him and just rest," Samuel reassured her. There were some things she didn't need to know. Anyone who hurt her would pay dearly.
Samuel could still hear Brian's screams and pleas in his head as he held Layla tighter.
Three days later.
"Layla, are you really leaving? Will you come back to visit us?" Luna asked, feeling a bit sad. She hadn't expected to feel this way, but after spending the past few days together, she realized Layla was genuinely a good person.
"Yeah, Layla, will you come back?"
Layla held her small cardboard box, which had a cartoon mug, a cactus, and a few cute pens.
Layla shook her head and smiled faintly. "I probably won't be coming back."
"That's a shame. It was actually fun having you around. Without you, the company will definitely be less lively."
Layla didn't know how sincere those words were, but she didn't care anymore. Her feelings were mixed: a bit relieved but also a bit reluctant.
This place was where Layla had worked hard and seen her efforts pay off. Now that she was leaving, feeling sentimental was only natural.
"I'm leaving now. Keep working hard, everyone."
"We'll see you off."
A Bentley was parked at the company entrance. An assistant got out and opened the back door. A tall, elegant figure stepped out, as noble as a Greek god, stunning everyone and making them gasp.
"Oh my God, is that Mr. Holland?"
"Mr. Holland from the Holland Group?"
"Am I seeing things?"
"He's so handsome."
"No wonder he's the number one heartthrob in City A. He's a thousand times more handsome than in the paparazzi photos and so tall and well-built."
"Why is he here at our company? Could he be Layla's boyfriend?"
Amidst the astonished voices, Samuel walked over, gently took the small cardboard box from Layla's hands, held it with one hand, and affectionately put his arm around her shoulders, kissing her forehead.
The series of actions were so natural, as if they had been together for a long, long time, full of love.
The tall man and the petite woman made for an incredibly sweet and stunning picture.
"Oh my God, so Layla's boyfriend is Mr. Holland."
"Am I dreaming?"
"No wonder she didn't care about other men; Mr. Holland is her real boyfriend."
"We've been colleagues with Mr. Holland's girlfriend for so long."
"Layla is so low-key. If it were me, I'd definitely show off."
"And she works so hard."
"So the fairy tale of the prince and the Cinderella is real. I'm so envious."
Layla got into the car, the sounds of amazement and envy cut off by the car door. She smiled. "You scared my colleagues."
"You've worked so long; your mysterious boyfriend had to make an appearance at the last moment," Samuel said, ruffling her hair.
"I've seen how they gossip. With such a sensational piece of news, the company won't be calm for at least a week." Although she used to find it annoying, now that she was leaving that environment and feeling relaxed, Layla found it more amusing. "It's good this way; it gives them something to talk about so they won't be bored."
Samuel teased, "My woman is truly beautiful and kind-hearted."
"That's right. I've got two and a half months' salary, and this beautiful, kind-hearted person is treating you to a big meal. Order whatever you want." Layla waved her bank card confidently.
"Okay, how about Western food?"
"Not worth it."
"Japanese food?"
"Not filling."
"Simple meal?"
Layla nodded. "Simple meals can be pricey too, you know. Anything under two hundred bucks, go for it."
"Thanks, boss. You're the most generous and the most beautiful."
Layla beamed with joy.
Meanwhile, another car was parked by the roadside. In the back seat, Nora watched coldly.
Layla must have been a vixen; she always evaded danger and never perished. What was most infuriating was that her schemes consistently strengthened their bond, inciting a murderous urge in her.
Nora squinted, her eyes full of malice and scheming.
Layla, you won't be so lucky next time.
At the Eilish family residence.
"Aidan, what are you doing standing here alone, frowning so much? The servants called you for dinner, and you didn't respond," Mia walked over.
"That woman hasn't called you yet?" Aidan asked impatiently, frowning.
"You've asked a hundred times in the past two days. Didn't I say? If she contacts me, I'll tell you immediately."
"It's already the third day. Are you sure you gave her your phone number?"
"One hundred percent sure. Do you really think I'm senile?" Mia gave him a dissatisfied look.
"It seems she doesn't intend to return my grandson," Aidan snorted. No way she could keep him!
"It's only noon, not even evening yet. Maybe she'll change her mind."
"She won't. I said before that kind of woman has big ambitions. You can tell she's not simple by how she could lie low for four years. Someone with that much patience wouldn't just be after a few million dollars. She's aiming to be Mrs. Eilish. Giving her three days was a waste of time."
"I was just afraid of scaring our grandson."
"Dragging it out like this isn't a solution."
"So what do you want to do?" Mia asked nervously, "You better not scare our grandson, or I'll never forgive you."
"Stop nagging. My grandson isn't that easily scared. Your method doesn't work; we have to do it my way. Just stay out of it."
Mia fell silent.
At the hospital.
Today was Oliver's discharge day. The little one was bouncing on the bed, looking particularly excited.
Susan was busy calming him down, "Stop bouncing. You just had surgery. Be careful not to tear your stitches."
"Mommy, I'm fine. I've been in the hospital for over a month. I'm already better," Oliver said energetically, "Finally, I can leave the hospital. I'm so happy."
Susan smiled. It wasn't easy to keep this mischievous little one in the hospital for so long.
"Sit still and wait for me."
"Okay, Mommy," Oliver said, sneaking another glance at the door.
This was his third glance at the door today. Despite his efforts to conceal it from her, how could a mother not grasp her son's emotions? He longed for Caleb to arrive and take him away.
Susan's worst fear had come true. Oliver not only knew Caleb was his daddy but also grew more attached to him. What child wouldn't want to reunite with their daddy and have a complete family? But she couldn't give him that. Every time she thought about it, her heart ached.
Susan's eyes welled up again, and she quickly turned away. "I'm going to handle the discharge paperwork. I'll be back soon. Stay in the room, and don't run around."
"Got it, Mommy. I'll wait for you here." Oliver sat on the sofa, blowing her several kisses.
Susan closed the door as she left.
Ten minutes later, when she returned, the ward was empty.
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