Chapter 456 Don't Blame Me for Being Ruthless!
On the rooftop, a gentle breeze blew softly.
Steven took a deep breath and suddenly dropped to his knees in front of George.
His face was a mess of emotions and tears. "George, there's nothing left to say. I've wronged you! I betrayed you and our crew!"
George clenched his fists, lost for words.
He'd known Steven for almost a decade, and Steven had always been loyal.
He still remembered the underground boxing match not long ago. Steven was the first to step up and got pummeled by Tornado. He was a tough guy who never backed down.
George never expected Steven to lose his mind over a woman, even leading to this mess!
Steven's eyes were red as he continued, "George, tell Mr. Clark I failed him. It's all my fault, and I'll take all the consequences. Farewell, George!"
With that, Steven stood up, turned, took a few quick steps, and jumped off the rooftop.
The Johnson family members sat in a row on the long bench in the hallway outside the ward, either bruised or dirty, not saying a word.
Doctors, nurses, and patients passing by gave them strange looks, and thought, 'What had they gone through to end up like this?'Of course, no one was dumb enough to ask.
Lawrence rubbed his cheeks and asked worriedly, "Sandra, what do we do now? Is this the end for the Johnson family?"
The family members exchanged looks, their faces full of despair and disappointment.
Lawrence's words echoed their own thoughts.
Today's birthday party was wrecked by Ryder.
Three things happened because of it:
First, all the gifts were snatched by the guests.
Second, Tyler left Houston in disgrace, went back to New York City, took back the gifts and investments in the sand factory he gave the Johnson family and called off the engagement.
Third, the doctor just said Heather's condition was terrible, both mentally and physically exhausted. Even if she got discharged, she might not make it to Christmas.
Considering these three situations, the Johnson family was facing the worst crisis in its history.
In Houston's cutthroat business world, they could fall at any moment.
Sandra didn't answer Lawrence's question but gritted her teeth, and her face twisted with anger. "Ryder! I'll never let you go. I'll kill you! Anyone got any good ideas?"
But Sandra's words got no support from the family members.
They hated Ryder and wished he would die, but the truth was, every time they went up against Ryder in the past few months, they failed miserably, each time worse than the last.
This made them fear Ryder, unable to find the courage to confront him.
It was better to pretend they knew nothing.
Sandra stood up, glared at everyone, and snapped, "Look at you all! Mom was right; it's you useless people holding the Johnson family back! Bunch of losers! If you won't take revenge, I'll find a way myself!"
With that, Sandra stormed off to make a phone call.
After she left, Abigail said she was heading to a beauty salon to fix her face after slapping herself so hard earlier.
Then, the rest found their own excuses to leave.
In the hallway, only Lawrence, Matthew, and Andy, the three direct male members of the Johnson family, remained.
They had all heard the doctor's words clearly.
Heather was in bad shape, and she might not make it to Christmas, which meant she had less than two or three months to live.
Once Heather died, the Johnson family would need a new head.
And it was likely to be one of the three of them.
At that moment, Lawrence suddenly had an idea and said to Matthew, "We need to put aside our grudges. If we keep fighting each other, Ryder will crush the Johnson family!"
Matthew scratched his head, confused by Lawrence's sudden friendliness.
"What are you planning?" Matthew asked.
Lawrence replied seriously, "The doctor said Heather is dying. I don't buy it. Heather believes in God; she won't die that easily! I think the doctors here are just incompetent. You have a classmate who's a doctor at the central hospital in the neighboring city. Why not use your connections to transfer Heather there for a check-up?"
Matthew hesitated, unsure of what to do, and looked at Andy for his opinion.
Andy grinned and said, "Do as Lawrence said. Call your classmate. Heather's health is the most important."
"Alright," Matthew nodded. "I'll make the call right away."
With that, Matthew left the hallway.
Now, only Lawrence and Andy were left.
"Andy, you..." Lawrence began, but Andy cut him off.
"I have something to take care of. How about you watch over Heather tonight? I'll come by tomorrow night."
Lawrence nodded. "Alright! I'll take good care of Heather."
"I trust you," Andy smiled and left.
Lawrence stood up, straightened his clothes, and looked around the hallway.
Seeing no one around, he quickly walked into the opposite ward.
Inside, he found Heather on the bed.
Heather had an IV in her arm and an oxygen mask on her face. Her sallow complexion made her look like she was on the brink of death.
Lawrence sat down by Heather's bed.
"Mom?" Lawrence called softly.
Heather didn't respond.
"Mom?" Lawrence raised his voice and gently shook Heather.
But Heather kept her eyes closed, not moving at all.
Seeing this, Lawrence's eyes narrowed, and he clenched his fists, clearly struggling with something.
After about ten seconds, he seemed to make a decision.
"Mom, don't blame me. I have to do this," he muttered.
He leaned forward and placed his right hand on the tube of Heather's ventilator.
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