Chapter 165 How is My Grandpa Doing?
This engagement shindig, which was supposed to be the biggest and baddest bash ever, fizzled out before it even got started. Margaret felt like her heart was getting pounded by a sledgehammer, the pain was unreal.
"Margaret, you bitch, you made my grandpa pass out. Happy now?" Abigail spat, jabbing her finger in Margaret's face, her high heels clicking on the floor.
"Margaret, if anything happens to Bradley, the Fisher family’s coming for you!" Daisy chimed in, not missing her shot to slap Margaret.
Margaret's eyes went ice-cold as she caught Daisy's hand and shoved her back. "Bradley had a heart attack, and yeah, I feel bad. But can you honestly say none of you had a hand in it? Who was it that kept riling him up just now?"
"Still running your mouth!" Abigail rushed to help Daisy. "You okay?"
Reporters swarmed in like vultures, firing off questions at Margaret.
"Ms. Scott, what do you think about Bradley's condition?"
"Ms. Scott, what are your plans now?"
"Ms. Scott, why did you and Mr. Fisher call off the engagement?"
Margaret scowled and shoved the reporters away. "No interviews, back off!"
Abigail's eyes lit up. Perfect chance to drag Margaret through the mud.
She waved the reporters over. "Come on, interview us."
The reporters flocked to her like bees to honey. Clearing her throat, Abigail started. "Everyone saw it. My grandpa had a heart attack today, all because of Margaret's crap! On behalf of the Fisher family, I’m saying we’re done with this heartless woman, Margaret Scott!"
The reporters nodded, eating it up.
Margaret got hit with a wave of insults. She tuned it out and smirked coldly. "Abigail, as an adopted daughter with no real ties to the Fisher family, who the hell are you to speak for them?"
Abigail's face twisted in anger, but Margaret didn’t give her a second glance. She walked off without looking back.
Juniper and Lyle hurried over. "Margaret, you okay?"
"Don’t follow me. I need some space," Margaret said, looking at them.
She knew Juniper and Lyle had her back. But right now, she just needed to be alone.
Juniper and Lyle exchanged a look, wanting to say more, but Margaret’s face darkened. "I’m fine. Just need some time."
"But, Margaret..." Lyle started, but Juniper pulled him back. "Let her be."
Too much had gone down tonight; anyone would be wrecked. But Juniper believed in Margaret. She could handle it.
Under Lyle's worried gaze, Margaret walked out of the hotel.
Strolling alone on the street, the neon lights flickered over Margaret. Her mind was a mess. She wondered if she’d screwed up tonight. If she hadn’t called off the engagement, maybe Bradley wouldn’t have had a heart attack and ended up in the hospital.
But even if she hadn’t dropped the bomb, William would’ve done it anyway.
Because Marjorie was back.
William's icy words echoed in her head, "If anything happens to my grandpa, I won't forgive you." Margaret's heart felt like it was being ripped apart. William must hate her guts. He thought she was the reason Bradley was in this mess.
Out of nowhere, the sky opened up, and rain started pouring down. The heavy rain soaked Margaret to the bone, her clothes clinging to her. The chilly night breeze made her shiver. Suddenly, an umbrella appeared over her head, shielding her from the rain.
Margaret looked up, surprised, to see a tall figure standing before her. It was Lyle.
"Margaret, I was worried about you." Lyle had already heard from Juniper why Margaret had called off the engagement with William. At first, he felt a bit happy. With Marjorie back, Margaret's pride meant she and William were done for good. This meant he had another shot at winning Margaret over.
But seeing her drenched and looking so lost, he felt a deep ache in his chest. If he could, he’d never let Margaret suffer like this.
At the hospital.
"Dr. Hawthorne, how's my grandpa?" William's handsome face was etched with worry and tension.
Patterson Hawthorne, the top cardiologist in Ravenford, had just finished examining Bradley. With a serious look, he said, "Bradley has a heart condition that was managed with meds. Tonight's stress triggered a heart attack. He needs surgery, ASAP."
William frowned and nodded, his voice cold. "Make sure my grandpa pulls through!"
The intensity in his voice made Patterson shiver. He quickly replied, "I'll do my best!"
Patterson wheeled Bradley into the operating room, and William stood outside, lighting a cigarette. The flickering light of the cigarette highlighted William's grim expression.
Margaret's brutal public announcement of the engagement cancellation and Bradley's heart attack replayed in William's mind. He had been looking forward to this day for so long. It was supposed to be his happiest moment. Why did it turn out like this?
"Mr. Fisher, Mr. Bradley Fisher will be okay," Peter tried to comfort William, seeing the look in his eyes.
William ignored him, his deep, cold eyes fixed on the operating room door.
Daisy arrived with Abigail. "William, how's your grandpa?"
William replied indifferently, "He's in emergency surgery."
"Don't worry, Grandpa is strong. He'll be fine," Abigail said gently, holding William's arm to comfort him.
William turned his head and gave her a cold look, pulling his arm away.
Abigail's eyes dimmed, but she didn’t miss the chance to badmouth Margaret in front of William. "William, Grandpa's condition is all because of Margaret!"
"Shut up!" William's eyes turned icy, and he snapped impatiently.
Abigail flinched, about to say something, but Daisy pulled her back. "Abigail, William is in a bad mood. Let him be."
Abigail fell silent.
After what felt like forever, the operating room door finally opened. William took a long stride forward. "Dr. Hawthorne, how's my grandpa?"
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