Chapter 921
Ruby froze, her eyes bloodshot as she glared.
"I just had a kidney transplant! I need proper treatment. If you don't let me get treated, it's murder! I'll sue you!"
The captain looked at Ruby with a mix of amusement and disdain. "A kidney transplant? Have you ever heard of a murderer or a convict getting a kidney transplant? Good people can't even get on the list, let alone get the surgery. And you think you can?"
Ruby was stunned, a chill rising from her feet.
"What do you mean? I had the surgery yesterday. The incision hasn't even healed yet!"
Ruby, agitated, shook off the hands holding her and lifted her hospital gown, exposing the fresh incision without a care for her modesty.
The captain glanced at it, feeling only disgust, and looked away with a sneer.
"Having an incision doesn't mean you got a new kidney. Maybe you just took a nap in the operating room, and the doctors opened you up, found you weren't suitable, and stitched you back up."
At that moment, a familiar, icy voice came from the doorway, dripping with mockery.
Ruby turned sharply to see Ambrose, dressed in a crisp white shirt and a sharp black suit.
The silver-framed glasses on Ambrose's face reflected a cold light, but couldn't hide the chill in his eyes.
Hearing Ambrose's words, Ruby quickly realized the truth.
There was no kidney transplant. She hadn't received a new kidney at all.
They had just cut her open for nothing, deceiving and mocking her.
From hope to despair in an instant, Ruby's eyes filled with rage.
She lunged at Ambrose like a madwoman, trying to claw at his cold face.
"Ambrose! How dare you do this to me! I want to see Jackson and Lillian. Let her come see me! Does she not care about her son's life? Fine, if I can't live, then we'll all die together. I'll make sure that little bastard never..."
Before Ruby could finish her venomous rant or touch Ambrose, two officers pulled her away.
Ambrose raised his hand, elegantly brushing off imaginary dust from his sleeve, and interrupted Ruby's shouting.
"Taylor is back with his parents."
Ruby was instantly silenced, as if her throat had been cut.
She stared at Ambrose in disbelief.
She kept muttering, "How is that possible? It can't be. You're lying to me, right? I get it, you're lying. You're the Kelly family's adopted son. How could you be on Lillian's side? You want that little bastard gone so Lillian will be devastated, and you can take over the Kelly Group! Ambrose, you're the one with the real ambition!"
Ruby convinced herself of her theory.
She believed it had to be Ambrose sabotaging her.
It couldn't be that Gemma's family betrayed her, or that Jackson found the child and rescued him so quickly.
It was impossible.
She hadn't lost yet; there was still a chance to turn things around.
Seeing Ambrose unperturbed by her accusations, just coldly watching her like she was a joke, Ruby became even more frantic. She shouted at the officers.
"You heard me! I want to see Lillian, Jackson, and Oberon. Call them, now! If something happens to that little brat, can you take responsibility?"
"Stop dreaming. Take her away," the captain said flatly, then impatiently ordered.
The officers immediately dragged Ruby out, and it was only then that she truly believed.
She had no leverage left. Taylor had indeed been found by Jackson.
She was finished, never to leave prison again.
No, with her kidney failure and no chance for a transplant, she would die soon.
Ruby hadn't expected that donating a kidney to Ophelia years ago, which had given her years of glory, would ultimately lead to her demise.
If she hadn't donated that kidney, would she not be facing kidney failure now?
Ruby felt all her energy drain away, almost being dragged out by the officers.
Ambrose watched her disappear from sight, then smirked and turned towards the elevator.
As he walked, he pulled out his phone to call Lillian.
With Ruby's matter settled, he needed to inform Oberon and Lillian.
He first sent a message to Oberon, considering it was around Flora's nap time.
Most of the time, Oberon would be with her, and Ambrose didn't want to disturb them with a call.
Editing a Facebook message, he reached the elevator just as the doors opened. Without paying much attention, he stepped in.
Inside was a slender young woman holding a thermos.
Noticing someone entering, the woman instinctively moved aside and turned off her phone.
Seeing Ambrose busy and not pressing any buttons, she looked up with a polite smile, ready to ask which floor he needed.
But when she saw Ambrose's face, she froze for a few seconds, then quickly lowered her head and retreated to the corner, pulling out a mask from her bag and putting it on.
Ambrose sent the Facebook message to Oberon, then dialed Lillian's number.
As the call connected, he looked up and realized the elevator was going up.
Clearly, he hadn't paid attention and got on the wrong elevator.
Ambrose didn't mind waiting for the call to be answered. His gaze idly swept over the woman in the corner.
She wore a long black trench coat, cinched at the waist, showing off her slim figure. The coat's hem revealed equally slender legs.
Her long hair fell down her back, with some strands covering her face, which was further obscured by a large mask.
Despite this, Ambrose felt a strange familiarity. He searched his memory but couldn't place her before the call connected.
Ambrose's expression softened, a gentle smile spreading across his refined features, making him look even more elegant and noble, like a distinguished gentleman.
"Lillian, I'm at the hospital..." Ambrose's voice, gentle as a breeze, filled the elevator.
The woman couldn't help but lift her gaze, looking towards the opposite side of the elevator, her eyes dimming slightly.
Ambrose, sharp as ever, noticed the glance and turned his eyes towards the woman, only to see her huddled quietly in the corner.
His gaze remained fixed on her, and at that moment, a response came from his phone.
But it wasn't Lillian's voice.
"She just fell asleep."
It was Jackson's deep voice, sounding more hoarse than usual.
Trying not to wake Lillian and the child, Jackson's voice was low and tired, as he had also been asleep.
Ambrose's smile faded slightly, his tone becoming more serious.
"The person has been taken back. It's over. Let Lillian rest easy."
On the other end, Jackson, Lillian, and Taylor were lying on a hospital bed.
Two adults and one child, all lying on their sides.
Jackson held Lillian in his arms, while Lillian, facing away from him, held Taylor.
Taylor's small face was nestled against his mother's chest, his little mouth slightly open, sleeping peacefully with a string of drool hanging from his lips.
Lillian was also deeply asleep, not even stirring when the phone rang.
Though the bed was narrow, Jackson felt his heart and arms filled to the brim.
Hearing Ambrose's words, Jackson looked down at Lillian in his arms, his gaze tender beyond measure, and replied.
"Got it. Hanging up."
Ambrose disliked Jackson's annoying tone.
He chuckled instinctively, not expecting Jackson to hear it before hanging up.
So, Jackson paused and added.
"Ambrose, you should sort out your personal life. Without a partner, it's easy to get irritable from hormonal imbalance."
Ambrose was speechless.
He cursed Jackson inwardly, noting how his attitude had changed now that Taylor was found and Oberon's stance had shifted.
This jerk was getting cocky, unlike his attitude a few days ago. He was just a fair-weather jerk.
Ambrose put his phone away as the elevator doors opened.
He stood still, his gaze still on the woman in the corner.
She seemed to sense his stare, her movements stiff as she walked out.
Ambrose stood at the elevator door, his tall, broad-shouldered frame exuding presence.
Even though he wasn't directly blocking the door, standing in the center made it hard for anyone to pass without getting close.
The woman, head down and carrying her things, tried to squeeze past him.
Just as she managed to get in front of Ambrose, she saw the elevator doors closing.
Startled, she tried to hurry, her long hair swinging.
She stepped out, but as she sighed in relief, she felt a sharp tug on her hair.
Instinctively, she turned to see a strand of her hair inexplicably caught on Ambrose's cufflink.
As the elevator doors closed, she stood there, stunned.
Realizing the doors were about to shut completely, she panicked, imagining her scalp being torn or worse, being trapped and killed by the elevator.
A well-manicured hand appeared in her view, stopping the doors from closing.
The elevator slowly reopened, and the woman exhaled, her eyes lifting.
She met Ambrose's familiar, handsome face, their eyes locking for a moment before she quickly looked down.
Ambrose's voice broke the silence, "Are you coming in or am I going out?"
Calliope's hand holding the thermos trembled slightly. Did he recognize her?
Her heart raced, but then Ambrose raised his hand.
As he moved, the tug on her hair reminded her of the situation.
"It might take a while to untangle," Ambrose added.
Apparently, Ambrose hadn't recognized her.
He was just addressing the small accident.
Calliope didn't want to be recognized, but the fact that he hadn't left her feeling inexplicably sad.
She kept her head down, seeing Ambrose's foot lift as if he was about to step out.
She couldn't let him leave.
Panicking, Calliope instinctively rushed back into the elevator.
Ambrose hadn't expected her sudden move, resulting in her colliding with his chest.
Ambrose stepped back, and Calliope let out a pained cry, clutching her forehead.
The elevator doors closed, leaving the cabin in silence.
Calliope, head down, her face hidden by the mask, frowned in regret.
"Sorry," she mumbled, trying to untangle her hair.
But with the thermos in hand, she couldn't manage it.
She tried to put the thermos down, but the tug on her hair stopped her, making her feel utterly embarrassed.
Ambrose stood straight, looking down at the small head bumping against his chest like a lost fly.
Amused, he said, "Don't move. I'll do it."
He reached out, his fingers touching her hair, carefully untangling it from his cufflink.
Calliope froze, feeling her body heat up as his fingers brushed her hair.
Her face, hidden by the mask, felt like it could burn a hole through it.
She kept her head down, her eyes watching Ambrose's fingers.
His fingers were nimble, his movements gentle and patient, not showing any irritation as he slowly untangled her hair.
Yes, he was always a polite, patient gentleman.
Calliope's gaze shifted to the snowflake-shaped cufflink, a delicate crystal design.
Such a refined cufflink didn't seem like something a man would choose.
Could it be a gift from the girl he liked?
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