Chapter 604 I'll Make Them Pay
"You can get a room with your man, you know," Malcolm nodded towards the room where Sebastian was already laid up in the hospital bed.
Alyssa thought about how Sebastian had risked his neck for her today.
She turned to Malcolm and Reese, "Malcolm, Reese, you guys should head back. I'll stick around and look after Sebastian."
Malcolm shrugged. "Alright, he got hurt 'cause of you. You should stay and take care of him."
Reese gave Malcolm a pat. "I'm gonna go change my clothes first."
"Cool," Malcolm nodded.
As Reese was about to head to the changing room, she caught a glimpse of a figure out of the corner of her eye. Her eyes narrowed as she shouted, "Who’s there!"
But the figure vanished in a flash.
By the time Reese ran to where that figure had been, it was long gone. But she couldn't shake the feeling that the figure seemed oddly familiar.
Before she could figure out who it was, a burst of cursing echoed down the hallway.
"It's all your fault! If it weren't for you, would my son be in this condition? I see the Flynn family—Reese and Alyssa. Are you trying to kill my son?" A mean voice sounded.
"I'm sorry, it's my fault, but I will take good care of Sebastian," Alyssa apologized.
"Take care? What good is your care? Will my son be fine just because you take care of him? Isn't he still lying in the hospital bed unconscious?" The mean voice continued.
Reese couldn't care less and hurried back. Clara was always a hard case. Besides, Sebastian was her most treasured in the entire Hawthorne family.
Now that something had happened to Sebastian, coupled with their usual grudges, she was determined to tear them apart this time.
Alyssa, unlike her usual self, kept apologizing to Clara in a low voice. "I'm really sorry. I didn't mean to."
Clara's fury made her no longer a high-society lady. She grabbed Alyssa by the collar and raised her hand, ready to slap her. "You little bitch, just like that Reese!"
"Mrs. Hawthorne!" Malcolm's eyes were cold, and his aura became powerful, a layer of gloom covering his handsome brow.
Clara was about to slap Alyssa but was intimidated by Malcolm's gaze, her hand frozen in mid-air.
Reese quickly stepped forward to take the blame. "Mrs. Hawthorne, I'll take responsibility for this. You don't need to blame Alyssa."
Clara snorted coldly, her eyes filled with endless hatred for Reese, "It's you, Reese. You're really a troublemaker, just like your mother!"
"Clara! Let’s keep things separate. Don't blame me for being rude if you badmouth my mom!" As soon as Clara finished speaking, Reese's blood boiled. her sharp eyes filled with a stormy, bloodthirsty intent.
Clara was so frightened by Reese that she stumbled back a few steps, feeling empty and terrified.
This damn girl, how could her eyes be so terrifying? It was a mistake to leave her unattended for these years.
If she had known, she would have kept Reese close, and maybe none of this would have happened. It was better to keep Reese close rather than leaving her out there.
Clara finally pulled herself together, knowing she couldn't mess with these two, but she wasn't about to let her son suffer for nothing. "Reese, even if the Hawthorne family isn't your biggest fan, Sebastian is still your brother. You both share the same blood. You can't hurt your brother for some outsider."
Reese shot Clara a look. "Where did you see me hurting Sebastian? Stop talking nonsense! What happened today was an accident. We're gonna get to the bottom of this."
Clara jumped on Reese's words. "If that's how you see it, then we need to talk. If Sebastian hadn't gone out with Alyssa, none of this would've happened."
Malcolm's face was stern, his eyes full of sarcasm. "If that's the case, then I have something to say. If Mr. Hawthorne hadn't had Reese, would my wife still be subjected to your ridicule? The Hawthorne family's threshold isn't that high, and not everyone wants to get in."
Clara's face turned beet red at Malcolm's words.
She was fuming. If it weren't for them, would her son be in this condition? Their attitude was still so arrogant.
Seeing her son lying in the hospital bed, still unconscious, Clara was overwhelmed by anger and sadness. "Mr. Flynn, are you telling me I should thank you? My son is lying in the hospital bed because of you. The Hawthorne family will not let you off."
Seeing Clara's arrogance and unreasonable behavior, the nurse nearby couldn't help but speak up for Reese, "Ma'am, if it weren't for Ms. Brooks, your son might have died. You should feel honored. She is highly respected in the medical field and is seen as a promising successor. We've been in the hospital for so long and rarely see her perform surgery herself."
The nurses had just looked up Reese online, realizing how great she was.
Now, Reese had become a revered figure in their entire office.
Clara didn't expect even the little nurse to speak up for Reese, which made her even angrier. She glared fiercely at the nurse. "What do you know? If it weren't for her, would my son be like this?"
"What are you causing a scene in the hospital for!" At this moment, Stephen appeared in the hospital hallway.
Seeing Stephen, Clara rushed to him, hugged his waist tightly, and cried, "Look at what your daughter has done! If it weren't for her and Alyssa, would my son be like this? Look at what they've done to Sebastian! For over twenty years, I've cherished him, and he's never suffered like this."
Stephen asked the nurse, who was still looking aggrieved from being scolded, "How is my son now?"
"The patient is out of danger, but the anesthesia hasn't worn off yet. He will definitely wake up," The nurse spoke confidently, not just for her expertise, but because she believed in Reese. Without Reese, the hospital might have had another death today.
Stephen's furrowed brow finally relaxed a bit. "As long as he's okay."
Looking at Stephen in shock, Clara pushed him. "Stephen, what are you saying? What do you mean 'as long as he's okay'? You should hold your daughter and Alyssa accountable. I must make them pay! My son is in this condition because of them."
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