Chapter 31 Refreshing and Dusting Off
Juliet Weaver pointed at shaking lips, raised an eyebrow, and sneered.
"Relative?"
"What relative would harm their own sister and father like this!"
"She clearly wants to kill us!"
"Maybe she was responsible for her mother and grandmother's deaths too!"
Brianna, who was usually gentle, was suddenly filled with anger.
This was a side of Brianna Weaver that she had never seen before.
Such a protective attitude towards Luann Weaver made her even more chilled.
"Juliet Weaver! You're becoming more and more crude, do you even know what you're saying!"
Juliet grabbed the pillow behind her and fiercely smashed it towards her! "Get out!"
Brianna took two steps back, angry and anxious.
"You should calm yourself down! I'll go check on your father and come back later."
When she entered the ward, Mike Weaver was already awake.
His face was somewhat pale, and his mental state was not good.
Wilber Gilbert stood by, nodding gently at her.
"How is it?" Brianna walked in.
Mike Weaver's face couldn't hold back.
"That little scoundrel almost drove me to death!"
"She usually acts so obedient, but once she leaves the Weaver Family, she shows her true colors! She even wants to challenge me, her own father!"
Brianna looked troubled.
"Dear, is there some misunderstanding in this?"
"What misunderstanding? This Luann Weaver clearly married someone rich and now she's getting arrogant, thinking she’s flying high!" Mike Weaver clutched his chest, suffering from a severe cough.
With each cough, a tearing pain shot through his waist.
Brianna quickly patted his chest to help him breathe.
She walked to the table, poured a cup of warm water, and handed it to him to drink.
Mike Weaver eased his mood a little, his expression gloomy. "Wilber Gilbert, you've witnessed the humiliation of the Weaver Family."
Wilber Gilbert smiled in response. "Uncle, you're too polite. We are family, sooner or later."
"It's getting late. Your aunt is taking care of me, so you should go back."
As the head of the Weaver Family, Mike Weaver felt ashamed to appear so distressed in front of the younger generation.
Wilber Gilbert understood this and didn't say much, quickly leaving.
Brianna, on the other hand, stayed behind and kept Mike Weaver company until nightfall.
Creak.
The door of the ward opened.
Juliet Weaver walked in from outside, and when she saw Brianna, a hint of surprise flashed in her eyes, seemingly not understanding why she was still here.
Juliet Weaver sat down quietly next to Mike Weaver, and when he saw her in this miserable state, he couldn't help feeling heartbroken.
"Oh, my precious daughter, how did you get hurt like this?"
"This Luann Weaver, she still hasn't come to see me, it really disappoints me!"
Brianna hurriedly said, "My dear, don't be angry. Shall I call and ask?"
The matter between father and daughter needed to be clarified after all.
She took out her phone and put it on speaker.
After a few rings, Luann Weaver answered the call.
On the other end of the phone, Luann Weaver's voice was cold and arrogant. "What's up, Mom?"
"Luann, I am at the hospital, can you come over now?" Brianna's eyes kept scanning Mike Weaver, afraid that he would suddenly explode.
Luann Weaver responded with a cold and indifferent tone, as if she had no relationship with this father figure.
"No time."
Veins popped on Mike Weaver's forehead, and his inner restlessness seemed to have been ignited by a fire.
"No time? You ungrateful child! I bet you're busy with some random guy!" Mike Weaver angrily retorted.
Luann Weaver lightly brushed her fingers on the piano keys in front of her producing two leaping notes.
"Ungrateful?"
"Dad, I don't understand what you're saying."
"It seems like I haven't even touched your finger from beginning to end, right?"
"It was you who disrespected Mr. Vincenzo Norman with your words, and he taught you a lesson. What does that have to do with me?"
Mike Weaver angrily opened his mouth, but then fell silent the next second.
He couldn't find any arguments to refute Luann Weaver's words!
"If it wasn't for me, with Juliet Weaver's unfiltered mouth, could you have safely walked out of that room?"
"At the end of the day, you should be grateful to me."
With that, Luann Weaver hung up the phone, leaving behind the two infuriated individuals.
"Miss, do you need this piano?"
"Yes, take it to the Curtis family residence."
As soon as Myron Curtis entered the house, he heard a cheerful piano melody coming from upstairs.
John approached to help him take off his coat.
"Madam is playing the piano upstairs."
"Why doesn't she use the music room?" Myron Curtis asked casually.
John had a favorable impression of Luann Weaver. This girl was polite and well-mannered in her speech and behavior.
"She said she wouldn't dare to touch your things without your permission."
"And you have a cleanliness obsession."
Before Luann Weaver entered the house, no one was allowed to touch any of Myron Curtis' belongings, except for cleaning purposes, and even then, disposable gloves were required.
Myron Curtis furrowed his brow.
Why did these distant words sound so piercing when they came from Luann Weaver?
"Why didn't you contact me?"
"I called you."
Myron Curtis took out his phone and indeed found two missed calls.
He walked upstairs and noticed that the door was slightly ajar.
Luann Weaver was sitting in front of the piano, with a straight back.
Her beautiful eyes were lowered, and her slender fingers were playing on the keys, leaping gracefully.
From her hand movements, one could tell that she was skilled in this field.
After finishing a song, Luann Weaver flipped a page of the sheet music.
"Why don't you come in?"
Myron Curtis suddenly realized that he had been enthralled by her performance.
"I used to learn...”
"Will you play the piano?" Luann Weaver asked humbly.
Myron Curtis didn't expose her.
"We have a music room at home, you can use my piano."
Luann Weaver raised her red lips slightly, looking at him with a teasing look in her beautiful eyes.
"I didn't expect us to have a common interest."
Myron Curtis murmured calmly.
But no one mentioned Vincenzo Norman's performance tour in the Upper West Side.
At this untimely moment, the phone rang.
Luann Weaver walked aside and answered the call, covering the phone in advance to prevent the sound from amplifying.
"Luann! Come to the pub! Celebrate and relax with me!"
"I'll be right there."
She picked up the clothes next to her and walked pass Myron Curtis.
She paused her footsteps.
"My friend is coming to the Upper West Side. I might not come back home tonight."
They were husband and wife, a courtesy call was necessary after all.
Myron Curtis nodded lightly.
Luann Weaver quickly took a taxi to the pub.
When she pushed the private room door open, the gazes of more than a dozen men turned towards her.
