Free Web NovelChapter 1297: Chapter 1295: Those Bastards Only Gave Me One Meal a Day, and It Was Awful
The two of them are bigwigs who can cause earthquakes with a stomp of their feet. Staring daggers in the hospital room, argue? Impossible.
Richard Shaw and Griffith Squire simultaneously shook their heads and said, "No."
Leah let out a cold laugh, placed the ginseng soup from the earthen pot onto the small table by the hospital bed, then handed him a long-handled spoon, and said idly, "Drink it yourself. If you have the energy to argue, you should have the energy to drink the soup yourself."
Griffith Squire: "..."
Griffith Squire resignedly accepted the long-handled spoon, looked at the small and exquisite earthen pot in front of him, and said, "Leah, why do you scold me and not him?"
The innocent Richard, caught in the crossfire, looked speechless; he hadn’t done anything.
Leah looked at Griffith Squire as if he were an idiot, then reached out to pull Ignatius Leclair out of the hospital room, pushing him to the corner of the wall and dangerously squinted his soulful eyes, interrogating, "What did my brother say just now? You didn’t provoke him, did you?"
Cornelius Turner, just coming out of the neighboring family room after dinner, saw his family’s Miss cornering Major General Shaw against the wall in a domineering manner, and got choked himself, coughing violently.
"Carry on, I didn’t see anything here." Cornelius Turner, deceptive like covering one’s ears while stealing a bell, quickly covered his eyes with his hand and slipped into Griffith Squire’s hospital room, his heart racing. He realized that people in love these days like to play this game. Although Miss Leah is free-spirited and charming, Major General Shaw doesn’t look like someone who would play the sugar daddy role.
Griffith Squire was drinking ginseng soup, seeing him come in looking guilty, squinted his eyes and said, "Been up to some thieving, looking so guilty?"
"Heh heh, boss, no, I just came from having dinner." Cornelius Turner usually keeps a stern face in front of his subordinates, but in these past few years, after getting exonerated, not needing to live a life of uncertainty anymore, his inherently honest and simple side gradually emerged. Seeing Griffith Squire lively after waking up, the weight in his heart lifted, he then smiled and said, "Boss, I’m so glad you’re okay. I’ve been worried sick these days."
Griffith Squire saw his frowning and worried look, laughed lightly, which tugged at his wound, immediately looking unhappy and clutching his side.
"Boss, what’s wrong?" Cornelius Turner rushed forward.
Griffith Squire waved a hand, cursed lowly and said, "It’s nothing, a problem from hunger. Those bastards only give one meal a day, and it’s terrible. Stomach issues."
No matter how glorious Griffith Squire appeared outwardly over the years, it was all fought for with his life, his body riddled with ailments. In Brocade City, there was at least care, living somewhat normal days, but after half a month in the Imperial City, it was all back to square one with all sorts of old and new ailments emerging. Even an iron man can’t withstand it.
This time being hospitalized, he experienced a mix of old and new maladies acting up, seemingly able to verbally spar with Leah, but in reality, quite weak physically.
"When we return to Brocade City, you must take good care of your health." Cornelius Turner, being a rough man, couldn’t speak affectionate words, thinking it better to have Miss Aurora watch over the boss to ensure he eats regularly and maintains a normal routine.
Mentioning Aurora, Griffith Squire couldn’t hold back, reaching a hand out towards him.
Cornelius Turner wore a blank expression.
"Phone." Griffith Squire leaned against the pillow weakly, rolling his eyes feebly. He had handed his phone over to Cornelius Turner before being detained.
Cornelius Turner hurriedly took out the phone from his pocket, handed it over, knowing he wanted to call back to Brocade City. He then slapped his thigh, exclaiming, "I forgot to call the steward about your release."
Brocade City was already in chaos.
Early in the morning, Aurora Coldwell brought the steward and bodyguards to the hospital, only to be blocked outside the hospital room, not allowed in.
Leading the guard outside the hospital room was George Kingston. In the past two years, since Griffith Squire appeared in Brocade City, the Kingston Family’s status plummeted. George, who originally could marry Coldwell Family’s Miss Aurora, and rightfully take over all her assets, ended up with nothing.
The Kingston Family originally rose through force, and after Zoe Kingston married into the Coldwell Family, they leveraged this to cozy up to the Coldwell Family, shining by climbing on their coattails, thinking they could dominate Brocade City’s both the black and white worlds, only to hit a roadblock, forcing them to shrink like a turtle.
"Little Aurora, you’re here to see me?" George Kingston grinned at the pure and refined Aurora Coldwell, after months apart, she seemed even more beautiful, like a snow sculpture in winter, making one’s heart itch.
Aurora Coldwell maintained a cold demeanor, ignoring him, glancing at the steward.
"Young Master Kingston, Miss wants to go in to see Mr. Coldwell," the old steward stepped forward and said.
"What’s so interesting about that old thing? Aurora, Griffith Squire is dead for sure this time in Imperial City. If you cry and beg me now, I won’t mind that you’re the leftover shoes by him, and marry you just the same. Once the chance is gone, it’s gone for good," George Kingston puffed up and said, having long awaited this day, finally seeing Griffith Squire’s bad luck, his aunt had already discussed with him, waiting for the definite news of Squire’s downfall, he would marry Aurora, trick her out of everything she had, play with her as he pleases, and when the old member of the Coldwell Family croaks, he’d take over, and then Brocade City would be Kingston Family’s domain.
Aurora Coldwell frowned, looking at George Kingston, sleazy and swollen-faced, obviously indulged excessively, and coldly said, "One, I won’t cry and beg you, two, Griffith Squire won’t encounter any mishaps, three, you better step aside now, lest I have the bodyguards do it."
Her voice was melodious and pleasing, not delicately sweet, but carried a touch of aloofness beyond earthly desires.
George Kingston suddenly hearing her speak, widened his eyes in disbelief, exclaiming, "You, you, actually can talk?"
Aurora Coldwell coldly laughed, "I could speak at one year old, what’s so strange about that? Step aside."
Back then, due to a fire accident, she lost her voice, not because there was a physical issue with her throat, but due to psychological barriers. If possible, Aurora didn’t want to speak to George Kingston, but given the uncertain situation in Imperial City now, she couldn’t hide in her shell like a snail forever, living a life of avoidance.
In terms of inheritance rights, she was much more legitimate than Brooke Coldwell, with the only blemish being her muteness. Once muteness was no longer her flaw, she would be eligible to fight against Zoe Kingston and her daughter.
She hoped that when Griffith Squire came out, he’d find she had grown. She didn’t want to become a burden to Squire in the future.
When Aurora Coldwell finished speaking, several burly bodyguards behind her stepped forward angrily, ready to throw George Kingston out upon her command.
Though George Kingston also had people stationed at the hospital, the men under him couldn’t compare to those under Griffith Squire, who he personally trained. Instantly, his neck shrank a bit, incredulously shouting, "Aurora, are you crazy? Griffith Squire is finished, will you stand against me with just these bodyguards?"
