Chapter 136 Coming Up with a Good Plan
Having met with Lauren briefly, Quentin departed once more.
Fortunately, Quentin had made thorough preparations. He had arranged for two caregivers for Jessica, one for the day and one for the night, thus significantly lightening Lauren's burden.
Quentin also stationed several bodyguards at the hospital entrance. They were tasked with preventing any reporters from interviewing Lauren.
Thus, Lauren managed to live relatively peacefully in the hospital. The next day, upon waking, Lauren went to the adjacent room to visit Jessica.
"Lauren, you're here. A nurse just brought several packages addressed to you. Do you order something?" Jessica inquired.
"No," Lauren replied, puzzled. She rarely shopped online, especially now when she had other matters to worry about.
Upon thinking about it, she concluded that Quentin might have sent them. He perhaps felt they needed something.
There were six packages on the table. Lauren casually picked one up and saw that it was indeed addressed to her. Without much thought, she opened it.
Inside was a puppet. She curiously turned its face around, only to find it covered in blood, looking horrifyingly gruesome.
Startled, Lauren immediately threw the puppet away.
Having seen the puppet in the room, Jessica was furious. "What is this? Who's playing such a cruel joke? How could they send something like this? It's outrageous!"
Lauren, pale with fright, clung to the table, breaking out in a cold sweat.
Jessica looked at Lauren with concern. "Lauren, are you alright? Don't be scared. Think of it as a child's toy. It won't seem so frightening then, will it?"
Taking a deep breath, Lauren felt a bit calmer. She thought, 'This puppet is definitely not from Quentin. Who could have sent such a terrifying thing?'
"Grandma, I'm fine. I was just caught off guard. I'm much better now," Lauren reassured Jessica.
"That's good. Look, what else is in that bag?" Jessica asked.
Lauren noticed it, too. It seemed to be a piece of paper. When she took it out, she saw that it was covered with threatening words.
"Lauren, you scheming witch, I curse you to die a horrible death!"
Lauren's face grew even paler. She had no enemies. She couldn't understand who hated her so much to send these packages.
Her intuition told her these packages were problematic. Stubbornly, Lauren tore open all the packages, finding them filled with unfriendly 'gifts.'
There were either cursed notes, terrifying dolls, or discomforting 'weapons' like pepper and chili powder. Each item expressed the sender's hatred for Lauren.
Jessica was livid. "These people are too much. Lauren, you must call the police. We can't tolerate this anymore."
Lauren shook her head. These people misunderstood her. Although she called the police, it wouldn't stop others from harassing her.
There was only one way to get rid of this thing once and for all.
"Grandma, I'm fine. These things can't scare me. Let's live our lives regardless of what others think. Don't let Quentin know about this. He's already busy enough. I don't want him to worry," Lauren said, throwing all the items on the table into the trash.
"No, Quentin must know about this. He needs to act when his woman is being threatened," Jessica insisted firmly.
"No, Grandma..." Lauren said.
"Lauren, stop. I've made up my mind. Quentin must be informed," Jessica interrupted Lauren, unable to bear seeing her continue to suffer.
As they spoke, Quentin and Noah arrived.
"Grandma, how are you? What's wrong? Why do you both look so upset?" Noah asked, noticing something was off with Lauren and Jessica.
Seeing them, Jessica was furious. "Quentin, look at this. Lauren received terrifying packages this morning. You must handle this. We can't live like this anymore!"
"What is it?" Quentin looked at Lauren.
Lauren waved her hands dismissively. "It's nothing scary, just some pranks."
"Where? Let me see," Quentin said seriously, not expecting things to escalate to this point.
"In the trash can," Grandma Robinson said.
Quentin strode over, retrieving the puppet and other items. As he examined them, his face grew increasingly cold.
Quentin thought, 'This is outrageous. These people truly have no fear of me.'
Noah also looked at the items, feeling both anger and sympathy for Lauren.
"Noah, find the address. I need to teach them a lesson!" Quentin was furious, ready to confront these people immediately.
Noah understood Quentin's feelings but knew now was not the time for rash actions. They had more important matters to address.
"Quentin, don't be impulsive. It would help if you considered my suggestion. Also, as a party, Lauren should hear about it, too." Noah said seriously, looking at both Quentin and Lauren.
"What is it?" Lauren asked Noah.
"It's just..." Noah said.
"No, I already told you last night. I can handle it. Lauren can't be involved!" Quentin interrupted Noah, stubbornly holding his ground.
Feeling exasperated, Noah had never seen Quentin so obstinate.
"Quentin, can't you be objective? Lauren has already become a public target. If you don't act decisively, both Lauren and Grandma Robinson will suffer even more," Noah shouted, trying to wake Quentin up.
Noah knew Quentin's deep concern for Lauren was clouding his judgment, but he believed Quentin was wise enough to make the right decision.
"What are you talking about? What suggestion? Can I hear it?" Lauren interjected.
"Lauren, it's about a way to quell this public outrage. Thanks to our efforts, Wendy's trial has been moved up. We are thinking we should hold a press conference to clear up all the misunderstandings. I suggest you participate, but Quentin is worried about your safety and disagrees," Noah explained.
Lauren listened carefully and found the idea feasible. Rather than waiting passively, it was better to take the initiative.
