Free Web NovelChapter 223: Chapter 223 Accused of Infidelity
Christina’s POV
"You’re not leaving this room on your feet," Hudson informed his father coldly. "So they’ll carry you instead."
He nodded to the security team. "He flies out tonight."
"Yes, Alpha," they responded in unison.
One guard ripped the blanket off Reginald. The older man let out an undignified shriek as another grabbed his arms while two more grabbed his legs. In one movement, they lifted him off the mattress.
Reginald thrashed like a trapped animal. "This is insane! Put me down right now!"
They ignored his protests and headed for the door.
With a desperate twist, Reginald managed to break free for a split second. He hit the floor with a loud thud and scrambled into a sitting position, hands raised in surrender.
"Fine! I’ll go!" His voice cracked with desperation. "But it’s practically the middle of the night. There are no flights now. Just let me sleep here, and I swear I’ll leave first thing tomorrow."
Hudson’s expression stayed cold. "It’s afternoon. And you’re leaving tonight. The private jet is fueled and waiting." His voice dropped to a dangerous growl. "And you’re paying for it. From your personal account or your salary. Your choice."
Reginald stayed on the floor, his eyes darting between the guards who had positioned themselves to block every possible exit.
Reginald’s ears turned bright red as the silence stretched. His shoulders sagged in defeat.
"Hudson," he muttered, his voice suddenly soft and pleading. "I’m your father. This is humiliating. Can we discuss this like adults?"
I studied Hudson’s face. Not a flicker of sympathy crossed his features.
I couldn’t blame him. After what Reginald had done to Hudson’s mother, cheating on her repeatedly and abandoning both her and Hudson, he deserved far worse than a forced trip to Africa. As the current Alpha of The Sabreridge pack, Hudson had both the authority and physical strength to enforce his will over his aging father, whose power had faded with each passing year.
The door suddenly burst open with a bang.
Gwendolyn stormed in, her heels clicking against the hospital floor, her designer coat hanging off one shoulder. "What the hell is happening here?" she shouted. "Are you seriously kidnapping someone from a hospital?"
She pushed through the wall of security men, dropped to Reginald’s side, and pulled him up by his elbow like he was a child.
With exaggerated concern, she dusted off his sleeve and examined his face as though checking for injuries.
"Have you completely lost your mind?" She whirled on Hudson, eyes blazing. "That’s your father. Not some stray dog you’re shipping off to die. You want to send him to Africa? You’ve seriously lost it."
Hudson remained unfazed. "My decision stands."
Her face twisted with rage. "He’s nearly sixty years old! You expect him to build infrastructure in that scorching heat? He’s not well. What are you trying to do, kill him?"
Hudson’s gaze shifted between Gwendolyn and Reginald. "You’re worried about him?"
"Obviously!" Gwendolyn rolled her eyes. "Unlike some people in this room, I actually have a heart."
"If you’re so concerned about his welfare, you’re welcome to take his place," Hudson suggested, his tone casual.
Gwendolyn recoiled like she’d been slapped. "What the hell are you talking about? Have you completely lost your mind?"
"Do I really need to spell it out for you?"
"I have no idea what you’re talking about," she snapped. "What am I supposedly guilty of now? Or did your precious Christina whisper more lies in your ear?"
She turned and shot me a venomous look.
I responded with a sweet smile that said everything my words didn’t need to.
"If looks could kill... " Akira chuckled in my mind.
"Good thing they can’t," I replied.
Hudson said. "You hired someone to follow me and post those photos online. Then you tried to blame it on her. Did you honestly think I wouldn’t find out?"
Gwendolyn’s composed expression cracked for a split second. Though she recovered quickly, we’d all seen it—that flash of guilt and panic.
"I did no such thing," she protested.
Hudson smiled coldly."No? Then who did?"
"It was—" She stopped abruptly.
Reginald finally caught up with the conversation. His entire face flushed red, his lips pressed into a tight line.
He jabbed a trembling finger at Gwendolyn.
"I told you," he growled. "I explicitly told you not to send anyone. Are you fucking deaf?"
Gwendolyn stared at him wide-eyed, looking genuinely shocked that he was turning against her.
For a brief moment, she looked wounded by his betrayal.
Then something inside her snapped.
"You agreed to it!" she shouted, hands clenched into fists. "Don’t pretend you didn’t know. You said we needed evidence—" freēwēbηovel.c૦m
"I never agreed to anything like that!" Reginald shouted back.
Gwendolyn’s face twisted with rage.
"Fine. I admit it. I took those photos. So what?" Her voice rose to a near-screech. "What was I supposed to do, sit back and wait until she dragged the Laurent name through the mud again? She’s already seeing another man behind your back!"
That caught my attention.
"Excuse me?" I stepped forward. "What the hell are you talking about?"
Gwendolyn marched up to me and shoved her phone in my face so forcefully I had to lean back. "You want proof? Here. Look at you and that intern you’re always giggling with. Look at your hands. Look at his eyes. What would you call that?"
I stared at the screen.
It showed me and Daniel, my assistant.
He was grinning as I leaned over his desk, pointing at something in a sketchbook I was holding. His elbow was positioned near my waist, though the camera angle made it look much closer than it actually was.
I couldn’t help but laugh. "That’s my studio, Gwendolyn. The street was packed with people, and my other employee was right there. You think I’d be stupid enough to flirt with someone in plain view like that?"
She scoffed and moved closer, her overpowering perfume making me want to gag. "You took him with you to Sunset City. Don’t pretend it was purely business. You said yourself you have another employee—a woman. Why bring the man instead of her, hmm?"
I narrowed my eyes. "So you’re accusing me of cheating with my assistant in another city based on what exactly? Your supernatural intuition?"
"Want me to bite her? "Akira offered helpfully. "Just a little?"
"Tempting, but we need to see how this plays out, " I replied.
Gwendolyn thrust the phone toward Hudson.
"Hudson, listen to me." Her voice took on a desperate edge. "She’s using you. She did the same with Niall Granger. He was wealthy, wasn’t he? That’s her pattern. She follows the money. She probably thinks you’re too old to satisfy her needs. Hence the young side piece. Do you honestly believe she actually wants you?"
She waved the phone in his face, practically jabbing it against his nose.
Hudson’s expression remained calm, but I noticed the subtle tightening of his fingers and the slight twitch at his temple—signs of his tightly controlled anger.
Then, with lightning speed, he knocked her hand away.
The phone clattered to the floor, skidding across the polished surface before the screen shattered into a web of cracks.
