Chapter 271 Paying the Price
Grace laughed as if she had heard a joke, her beautiful features contorted, her eyes bloodshot, and her messy hair somewhat menacing.
Tears welled up in the corners of her eyes.
Grace took a step closer, her breath mingling with Wilber's.
He could feel the intense murderous intent emanating from her. "It doesn't matter," Grace said, her voice cold.
"Even if I'm ruined, and my future is destroyed, I'm still the heiress of the Curtis family."
"But you, your Gilbert's family, is nothing more than an ant that the Curtis family can easily crush," Grace continued, her tone cutting.
"You think you can threaten me?"
"Then let's find out which is more painful: your Gilbert's family disappearing from the Upper West Side or my suffering," Grace challenged.
There was a faint smell of rusty blood in Wilber's mouth. He wasn't a fool and naturally understood.
Grace had the full support of the Curtis family. Even if she couldn't make it in the entertainment circle, she would still be taken care of.
Wilber swallowed hard; his voice instantly weakened.
Wilber explained, "Miss. Curtis, I didn't mean to go against you."
"But everything has to be reasonable. I am innocent. I know what I did to you, but it was not my intention!
"If I had known that the person in the room with me was the esteemed heiress of the Curtis family, I wouldn't have dared to have any other thoughts, even if you killed me!
"It’s all Luann’s fault! If it weren't for her, you wouldn't have suffered like this.
"Miss. Curtis, I am willing to serve you. I will do whatever you ask; I will listen to you! I swear!" Wilber kept pleading for himself.
Grace's eyes were filled with disdain. She remained unmoved by Wilber's almost insane self-defense.
"Can you serve me?" Grace raised an eyebrow.
Wilber nodded vigorously, "Yes! I'll serve you!"
Grace laughed, "What are you? You're not even worthy of being my shoe polisher! And do I really need a useless person like you?"
Wilber felt an extra surge of resentment and shame in his heart. It was as if all his self-respect had been trampled under her feet. But in the current situation, he didn't dare to show the slightest bit of defiance.
Wilber murmured, "I am useless; I am good for nothing."
"But to be honest, at least I have lived with Luann; I must be able to help you!
"You can ask me anything; I will tell you everything!"
Grace remained unfazed.
Grace said, "No need. I will handle Luann.
"Neither of you can escape."
Wilber desperately shook his head. "Miss. Curtis, listen to me!"
Grace interrupted, "There's nothing to say. Even if you are innocent in that matter, what about in the wine cellar? Didn't you take my bedsheet, even grab my hair, and steal my food?"
Grace's smile was cold, even colder than ice.
Wilber felt a chill run through his body.
"And someone like you, do you think I would trust you to cooperate with me?"
Grace's eyes were filled with disgust.
Grace added, "I haven't even mentioned how I'm going to punish you, and you're already eager to stand on my side.
"Even Luann, who has been with you for so long, was easily betrayed by you. How much credibility can your words have?"
Wilber was about to speak, but Grace stuffed the crumpled paper back into his mouth.
Grace continued, "I didn't come here today to listen to your nonsense.
"Wilber, you will have to pay for what you did.
"If you're smart, today's done, and we're finished.
"But if you still want to retaliate against me.
"Then your Gilbert's family will completely disappear from the Upper West Side. Do you understand?"
Wilber looked at her in terror, his heart turning cold. He knew that Grace was determined to deal with him.
At worst, he would be beaten up, which would also relieve her of her hatred! As long as he didn't die, everything would be fine!
"What are you thinking?" Grace's gaze was fierce.
Wilber quickly shook his head, then thought for a moment and nodded.
Only then did Grace smile with satisfaction.
"Good, that's more like an obedient little dog," Grace said as she slapped him hard across the face, the sound crisp.
"Since that's the case, I'll let you suffer a little less."
Grace snapped her fingers. The person waiting outside immediately entered.
"Miss. Curtis, the doctor has arrived."
Wilber looked at the middle-aged man in a white coat, feeling that things might not be as simple as he had imagined.
The doctor walked up to Grace.
He greeted, "Miss. Grace"
Grace responded slowly. "Do you know what to do?"
The doctor hesitated a bit. "Miss. Grace, are you sure about this?" Grace glanced at him. "Otherwise, did I call you over to chat with me?"
"Miss. Grace, you have to think about it. Once it start, there's no turning back," the doctor said, looking around with a troubled expression.
"And this place is dirty and messy, with bacteria everywhere, and it's easy to get infected if the operation is not done properly.
"Why don't you let me take him to the hospital?"
Grace took out a stack of cash from her bag—roughly ten thousand dollars.
"I'll give you another ten thousand dollars on top of the price I promised you; how about that?"
The doctor's eyes were evasive. "It's not about the money, it's..."
"Twenty thousand dollars."
"Miss. Grace," the doctor said.
"Sixty thousand dollars."
Grace interrupted him, her tone already a bit impatient.
Grace added, "If you don't want to earn this money, there are others who will.
"Whether you can take this money or not is up to you.
"I'll give you ten minutes to think about it."
Wilber tugged at his arm. From their conversation, it was clear that Grace had no good intentions! Perhaps it was something related to his life!
Wilber thought to himself, ‘What exactly was this crazy woman up to? Did she really want to kill him? Or did she want to take something from him? She wouldn't be that ruthless, would she?’
The doctor hesitated for a moment, then looked up and said, "Well, since Miss Curtis trusts me so much, I will definitely not let you down!"
"Please, Miss. Curtis, go out. The scene later may be a bit..." Grace nodded slowly, her meaningful gaze sweeping over Wilber.
"Tomorrow, you will be a completely new person," Grace said.
With that, the sound of her high heels gradually faded away.
The door closed, still swaying slightly, looking very unstable. Wilber's eyes were as wide as copper bells, and the whites of his eyes were terrifyingly rolled up.
He watched as the doctor took step by step towards him, but he couldn't make a sound in his throat.
The doctor took out a syringe.
He said to Wilber, "It's all Miss. Curtis's idea. If you have any complaints, blame Miss Curtis."
