Chapter 67 Meeting Outside the Ward
Elizabeth snapped to attention. When she saw who she’d bumped into, her face went ice-cold. "Sorry," she muttered.
Declan Jones gave her a once-over, his face twisted in disgust. He blocked her path and sneered, "Last time I saw you, you had on that trashy makeup. Now you're just filthy. Who the hell are you?"
Elizabeth couldn't be bothered with Declan. Despite his polished look, he was always a jerk to her. She tried to sidestep him, but he raised his cane, blocking her way.
"What do you want?" she asked, her voice frosty.
"Answer my question!" Declan barked.
Holding back her anger, Elizabeth shot back, "Do I even know you? Why are you picking a fight?"
"Aren't you Alexander's fake wife? The one he bought for two months to make his mom happy?" Declan pressed.
"And what’s it to you?" Elizabeth snapped.
"It’s got nothing to do with me! But it’s got everything to do with my grandson Simon! You’re just a gold-digger, trying to climb the social ladder and mess with Simon. You're disgusting! As long as I'm around, you can forget about getting close to him!"
Elizabeth glared at Declan. "Listen up! You’re rich, sure. You could crush me with your money, but so what? You can’t take it with you when you die. If you don’t want anyone near Simon, lock him up forever! As for me, you can think I’m trash, but you have no right to control me! Even if I did date your grandson!"
Declan, fuming, spat out, "You’re gonna regret this. Just wait!"
Elizabeth just sneered. Regret? She wasn’t scared at all.
Right after she got out of prison, Alexander started sniffing around her. She got kicked out of the Guise Mansion in no time. Then Simon and Owen came knocking.
A woman fresh out of jail with no backup—who did she even piss off? She was ready for them to come at her. Worst case? Back to jail.
Without another glance at Declan, she headed straight for the ward.
But then she stopped.
Declan was probably there to see Esme too. Esme had just been acknowledged by the Windsor family, so all their connections had to come pay respects.
All thanks to Alexander.
Since Declan was there for Esme, Elizabeth decided to hang back and stood at the ward entrance.
As Declan walked past, Elodie trailed behind him.
Elodie sauntered up to Elizabeth with a smug grin. "Bitch, your makeup today looks like a circus clown. Can’t you afford a mirror? I hooked you up with a sweet gig that night, where you could’ve made bank in tips, but you turned it down. You didn’t really think Mr. Windsor was protecting you, did you? He just bought you to make Esme happy."
Elizabeth kept her mouth shut. She really didn't feel like wasting her breath on anyone here. All she wanted was to check on Esme as soon as possible.
Elodie, feeling snubbed, followed Declan inside. Just then, Simon, who had just parked the car, walked over.
Since Declan had kept Simon from seeing Elizabeth last time, Simon hadn't seen her since. Now, seeing her, Simon felt all kinds of conflicted. Mostly, he felt sorry for her.
"How did you end up like this?" Simon asked, his voice full of pain.
Elizabeth snapped, "Mr. Jones, if you don't want me to call the cops, stay away from me!"
Simon went quiet. After a moment, he said sincerely, "Elizabeth, I know you're mad at me, and I get it. Once Esme's situation is sorted, I'll make sure you're taken care of."
Elizabeth stayed silent.
Simon didn't look back at her, quickly ran a few steps, and caught up with Declan and Elodie.
Elizabeth still stood at the ward entrance, waiting for twenty minutes, but the Jones family didn't come out. She started to get anxious; her lunch break wasn't long, and she couldn't afford to waste time. She had no choice but to head towards Esme's hospital room.
At the door of the hospital room, she saw Esme surrounded by a bunch of doctors, family members, and visitors. They were shouting loudly.
"Mrs. Esme Windsor, Mrs. Esme Windsor, can you hear me?"
"Esme, it's Declan. Esme? I know you've had a tough life. I'm only coming to see you now. Do you blame me, Esme? Can you hear my voice? You were such a good architect, how did you get this illness?"
"Esme?" Simon also called out.
"Esme?" This was Elodie's voice.
And some other relatives from the Windsor family.
And, Alexander.
"Mom, Mom, wake up? Mom!" Alexander's tone had an indescribable sense of sadness.
Elizabeth was stunned.
The entire Windsor Group's burden was on his shoulders. Even with Esme so ill, Alexander hadn't delayed; he went to the company every day to handle business.
Yet, he was here today.
It showed that Esme's condition had reached an irreversible point. How did it happen so quickly?
A week ago, Esme was still laughing and talking, drinking half a bowl of porridge every day, and her spirits were high. But now, was Esme really about to leave this world?
Elizabeth leaned against the wall, crying so hard she could barely stand. She curled up, recalling the two years she and Esme had spent together in prison, suddenly realizing that those were their happiest days.
Every day, she helped Esme with some heavy work, and Esme taught her architecture during breaks. Though it was hard, tiring, and they had no freedom, they had a warm feeling of mutual dependence.
Now, Esme had been out of prison for just over a month and was about to leave this world.
Elizabeth squatted on the ground, hugging her knees, crying like a homeless child.
A pair of shiny black leather shoes quietly stood in front of her. Elizabeth forgot about her filthy appearance and tear-streaked face, looking up at Alexander with tearful eyes.
Alexander was also looking down at her.
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