Chapter 1586 Apologize When You're Wrong
Elara kept bringing up Ann's seven years—seven precious years of a woman's life. Even if Paul had the slightest feelings for Ann, how could he not be affected by the weight of those lost years?
This would become a thorn in Paul's heart, and Elara knew it. Her goal was simple: to sever any remaining connection between Paul and Ann completely.
"Paul, let's just forget about it. I'm being discharged today anyway." She reached for his arm with practiced vulnerability.
But then the Adams family called. Connie's outburst at the gala had already caught Timothy's attention, and last night he had summoned Paul to his office for a serious conversation about whether he'd truly had a relationship with Ann.
Paul had denied it without hesitation. He and Ann had never actually dated—what they'd had couldn't even be called a relationship. At most, he'd humiliated her over those few million dollars. It was nothing, not even a proper affair.
As the designated heir to the Adams family, Paul held considerable power within the household, yet he still deeply respected his grandfather.
"Paul, as long as you know what you're doing. Since you've decided to be with Elara, I don't care what women you've had before—cut all ties. And about that Ann's family..." Timothy's frown deepened as he recalled Connie's embarrassing scene. The Adams family could never associate with such people as in-laws.
"I understand, Grandfather."
Now Timothy was calling again, undoubtedly to inquire about Elara's condition. After all, the incident had occurred at an Adams family event, making them somewhat responsible.
Elara's eyes lit up as she immediately adopted her most demure, understanding persona for Timothy. "Mr. Adams, I'm fine, really. I'm being discharged soon—Paul's coming to pick me up. Don't worry, I've decided not to pursue this matter. Paul will handle everything. Yes, goodbye."
After hanging up, she tugged at Paul's hand playfully. "Come on, let's go home. Mr. Timothy Adams was worried about me, and the Reed family's been calling too. They're concerned about me staying in the hospital."
Paul nodded, instinctively pulling his hand away—he wasn't comfortable with such intimate contact. Elara's expression faltered momentarily before she quickly recovered, following closely beside him as they headed toward the elevator.
When the elevator stopped at another floor, Betty stepped in. She knew all about Ann and Paul's complicated history and couldn't help but study the woman beside Paul with keen interest.
She was heading down to get food for Ann from the hospital cafeteria. Elara found Betty vaguely familiar—probably some celebrity—but ignored her, focusing instead on Paul.
"Mr. Timothy Adams invited me to dinner at your place tonight. You'll drive me, won't you, Paul?"
"Of course."
Betty raised an eyebrow, recognizing this must be the Reed family daughter everyone was talking about—Paul's supposed fiancée. She then deliberately looked away.
When the elevator reached the ground floor, Betty pulled her mask up and stepped out. Then, as if remembering something, she turned back with a sweet smile. "Oh, Mr. Adams, about that call you made to Ann yesterday—I answered it. Sorry about that, but Ann was exhausted and fast asleep. If there's anything you need, I could ask her later?"
She watched with satisfaction as Elara's face darkened considerably. Paul's gaze lingered on Betty for a moment, recognizing her deliberate provocation—clearly she was defending Ann.
How strange. He and Ann had nothing between them, yet everyone seemed to think he'd wronged her somehow. Given his amnesia, not holding Ann accountable was already showing respect to Raymond and Selena.
Betty headed straight to the cafeteria, leaving Elara to force an awkward smile. "Paul, what did you need to talk to Ann about?"
Paul had indeed called Ann the night before. He'd hired a lawyer, but even the lawyer couldn't reach her, so he'd had to try personally. But it wasn't Ann who'd answered—it was Betty.
"I called to tell her to come apologize to you." His tone was matter-of-fact. "Since she orchestrated this whole thing."
Love blazed in Elara's eyes as her cheeks flushed pink. "Oh, I see. But really, I'm fine. I don't want to hold it against her anymore. She's a pitiful woman, after all. I'll just keep my distance from now on."
"When someone does wrong, they should apologize."
Elara's smile widened as she walked beside him toward the exit. Hidden from view, her eyes glittered with malicious triumph.
Ann wouldn't be apologizing anytime soon. Elara had arranged for someone to run her down, and it had worked perfectly. Even if Ann survived, she'd be crippled for life—probably still fighting for her life in some emergency room.
She deserved it for trying to steal her man.
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