Chapter 73 Kicking Someone When They're Down
Esme's death hit Alexander like a ton of bricks.
Elizabeth was so devastated she almost went into early labor. Despite her extreme sorrow, Elizabeth wasn't in a position to attend Esme's funeral.
Alexander threw a huge, fancy funeral for Esme, and the whole upper class showed up. But Elizabeth? She couldn't be there. She didn't even know where Esme was buried.
At that time, all the relatives of the Windsor family were mourning Esme, including Owen.
Elizabeth was wandering the streets, lost in her thoughts, when a black car pulled up and some guys grabbed her. She was so freaked out she couldn't even focus. "Who... who are you guys?"
The guy driving didn't say a word and took her straight to a hospital. When they got out, Elizabeth realized it was the hospital where Wesley was being treated. Two men practically dragged her into Wesley's ward. Wesley was already up and moving around.
"You're reckless!" Wesley spat, glaring at her.
Elizabeth, looking worn out but determined, shot back, "Wesley! I don't know you. I've never seen you before, but you yelled at the hospital that we knew each other and that I spent your money. You're old enough to have a daughter over thirty, and I'm only twenty! Your kids are way older than me, yet you framed me at the hospital!"
"Wesley Green, I never expected a beast like you to show me any mercy! So, it's a matter of life and death between us!"
Wesley was stunned by her words.
Elizabeth was fierce, no doubt about it.
"You ruined me, do you know that?" Wesley snarled.
"You're almost seventy; your reproductive function has long since failed anyway!" Elizabeth shot back, not even looking at him.
Wesley didn't get mad, though. He was too scared to.
Owen wanted to protect Elizabeth, so Wesley didn't dare touch her because he feared Alexander. But Wesley, being as old as he was, still cared about his pride. He couldn't touch Elizabeth, but he couldn't just let it slide either!
"You're right! I'm almost seventy, so it doesn't matter if I'm ruined. But I need to hold you accountable! Let me be straightforward with you, you have to pay!" Wesley didn't need the money.
But he needed to make a point.
"Fine." Elizabeth agreed quickly. "How much?"
"One million dollars! You have three days." Wesley knew Owen wouldn't be able to help Elizabeth right now because he was mourning Esme these days.
Wesley was taking advantage of the situation.
"If you can't gather one million dollars in three days, don't blame me for being rude! Let me tell you, Miss Spencer, if you want to die, I'll make sure you can't!"
Elizabeth was silent, backing away.
Three days!
One million dollars!
After stumbling out of the hospital, Elizabeth looked at the bustling street, not knowing where to go.
Three days flew by in a flash.
Desperate, Elizabeth had to call Owen, who was still in the last day of mourning.
Even though Esme didn't end up being buried in the Windsor family cemetery, the whole Windsor clan held her funeral with all the family traditions.
The coffin and memorial hall were set up in the main hall of Windsor Manor for seven days before the burial.
During those seven days, all the younger Windsor family members had to mourn in the memorial hall, and they couldn't leave unless it was something super important. At this critical moment, Elizabeth called Owen.
Owen picked up, sounding annoyed, "Elizabeth!"
Hearing his tone, Elizabeth felt a chill run down her spine.
Owen continued, still impatient, "I'm at Aunt Esme's funeral! What could be more important than this? Alexander is now the head of the Windsor family, I have to be here. How could you call me now?"
"Sorry, Mr. Tudor, I'll hang up."
"Wait!" Owen snapped, "What's the matter?"
Elizabeth hesitated.
"Speak!" Owen barked. He knew Elizabeth wouldn't call at such a crucial time unless it was really serious.
"Wesley, the old guy I crippled with a wine bottle, he gave me three days to come up with a million dollars. I..."
"Fuck! That old bastard Wesley! He really knows how to pick his moments! He dares to mess with you while I'm not around! Hold on!" Owen wasn't just mad for Elizabeth's sake.
It was about his pride.
His own pride and the pride of the Tudor family.
Wesley messing with Elizabeth was a clear sign of disrespect towards Owen. If he didn't put Wesley in his place, the old man would think he was a pushover!
After all, Marcus had ordered Alexander to protect him.
Owen got up and walked over to Alexander, who was dressed in a sharp suit. "Alexander, I know mourning Aunt Esme is the top priority, but the interests of the Windsor family, your interests, are also important. Now, one of your old enemies is causing trouble for me, trying to stir up drama during Aunt Esme's funeral. I know you're busy, so let me handle that old bastard for you!"
Alexander's deep eyes looked at Owen without any expression. "Do you need me to send someone with you?"
Owen raised an eyebrow. "No, Alexander, wait for my news. It's time for me, as your younger brother, to share some of the burden."
Alexander didn't say anything, just nodded and said in a calm tone, "Go ahead."
Owen stepped out of the Windsor family's memorial hall.
As soon as he stepped out, he saw Simon coming to pay his respects.
Simon asked curiously, "Mr. Tudor, aren't you mourning Esme?"
Owen, thinking about Elizabeth and Wesley, blurted out, "Something happened with Elizabeth."
"Elizabeth?" Simon suddenly grabbed Owen's arm and asked, "Mr. Tudor, what happened to Elizabeth? Tell me quickly! What happened to Elizabeth?"
Owen replied, "Nothing!"
Not far behind, Gavin, who was watching everything, suddenly narrowed his eyes.
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