Chapter 515 We’ve Found The Culprit
Samuel, too, did not expect that Courtney’s crude solution to this was to strip June.
When he saw things going in this direction, he couldn’t help but step in.
“You’ve said that doing such things will risk jail time. So, doing what she did back to her is probably not the best solution for this matter.”
Elijah remained noncommittal as his gaze swept gently over Samuel.
“Jail?”
He sneered.
“Someone has to be willing to report to the police first.”
As he said that, he looked at June, who had cried so much that she was in a mess. However, his face remained calm and contemptuous.
“Is she? Even if you want to call the police, she’ll do everything she possibly can to stop you.”
This man was frigid, and it left Samuel in disbelief. But, he strode forward and protected June, who was now behind him. This situation was just as Courtney expected; a slight smile appeared on her face.
“I don’t mind solving the problem this way, but it seems you have a better solution.”
“I’ll get her to delete all the photos and ensure that not a single photo is left in the cloud.”
When June heard this, she began nodding diligently like a chicken pecking at the corn.
Then, Elijah walked over to Courtney. He knew what she was thinking without asking, so he waved his hand lightly, and his men immediately retreated.
What she said next was condescending.
“Do it, then.”
Samuel reflexively looked away when he saw June pulling out her phone from her bag shiveringly. After a while, she handed the phone over to Courtney and cautiously said, “I’ve deleted them.”
However, Courtney had no intention of checking it. When she noticed how they’d broken through June’s psychological line of defense. She knew that June would absolutely dare not take them lightly.
Before they left, Courtney leaned over slightly and looked at June, who was shaking like a leaf, saying, “I initially wanted you to know how it feels, but you now have someone asking for mercy on your behalf. However, I still want to remind you that you should stay away from Angie from now on. If any harm comes to her, you’re the first person I’ll go to.”
She sauntered away once she was done speaking.
Elijah watched the slender figure walk away as his smile deepened; the exhaustion he felt before going out had somehow dissipated.
Outside the hotel entrance, he pulled Courtney into the same car as him.
All the way home, her face was gloomy, as if she was caught up in a particularly unpleasant memory. As her eyes darkened, her cold fingers were suddenly wrapped in a burst of warmth. When she looked up, she saw Elijah’s side profile reflected by the passing neon lights from the street, and she was immediately pulled back into reality.
Although nothing terrible happened in the end when Courtney first encountered that incident, despair and fear of the world forced her to lose sleep all year round, and she would wake up from nightmares every night.
Elijah picked up on her emotions and knew he couldn’t discuss the topic easily. After all, it was him who had hurt her back then, and no words could heal this kind of trauma.
After he thought about it, he changed the subject.
“I’ve found that person’s sister.”
Sure enough, her gloomy eyes suddenly lit up, and her fingers tightened around his palm.
“Where?”
“In Warmorth Hospital on the outskirts of the city.”
“Huh?”
Courtney showed hints of puzzlement in her eyes, but after Elijah calmly mentioned leukemia, she slowly composed herself.
That wasn’t a surprise.
After all, most people among the crowd that made a scene at Citron Apparel were the patients’ family members. This man was part of them, too, so he must’ve had his agenda. If it was not because of hatred, then he must’ve done it for the money.
Elijah’s calm narration cleared up Courtney’s chaotic emotions gradually cleared up.
“His name is Mike Winom, and his sister is Lila Larson. These two are not biological siblings, nor are they related in any way. However, they met in Vietnam and came back together last year. Lila had been diagnosed with leukemia half a year ago and has been staying at the Warmorth Hospital for conservative treatment.”
“Lila isn’t part of the laborers at Citron Apparel.”
Courtney began to recall the incident as she started making decisions on what to do. After the incident, Citron Apparel presented evidence to deny the relationship between the sick employees and Citron Apparel. However, after privately verifying the condition of the 12 suffering employees, the company still subsidized them. In the end, those people with malevolent intent gradually stopped showing up.
Lila Larson’s name was not on the list of the 12 people.
“Lila might not be aware of this, but they’ve found a successful match for her bone marrow, and what they currently lack is the payment for the large sum of the treatment fee. So, we can’t rule out that Mike is doing this just for the money. Lila would be a good angle as a breakthrough for him.”
When Courtney heard this, she nodded her head silently, agreeing with Elijah.
“Then I’ll go to the hospital tomorrow to visit her.”
His eyes were somber as he leaned against the window and mumbled. Then, he closed his eyes as lethargy engulfed him.
The car fell into a comfortable silence as the two decided to rest during the trip back. Courtney leaned her head against her side of the window and looked through the glass, watching the bleak streets in the middle of the night. Her heart also began to feel desolate after the incident today.
Suddenly, she felt a weight on her shoulder. Somehow, Elijah had moved his body and rested her head on her as if it would help him sleep more peacefully.
They had stayed up too late because of what had happened to Angie yesterday. When Courtney woke up the next day, she instinctively reached out to the other side of the bed yet didn’t feel someone’s solid chest as she expected.
So, her eyes immediately snapped open, and she saw it was already 11:00AM.
After she freshened up and went to the dining room, she saw Angie eating toast and milk on the dining table, unaware she was eating breakfast or lunch. When Angie saw Courtney pulling out a chair and sitting across her, she glanced up at Courtney guiltily.
However, Courtney took a piece of toast from her plate and smeared some strawberry jam before she began eating it with relish. It seemed like she had no intention of bringing up what had happened last night.
On the contrary, this made Angie more restless. There were gaps in her memory from the time that she was brought into the hotel by Casey and June, and suddenly, she woke up the next day in the Duncans’ ancestral home.
As she thought about this, she put down the half-eaten toast in her hand and said, “About last night—”
“Are you going to ask about what happened last night? Do you not remember anything?”
Courtney seemed to be a little perfunctory, in addition to her sleepy appearance.
When Angie saw this, she gulped anxiously and replied, “I don’t remember anything.”
“If you can’t remember, drink less when you’re outside next time. It was Elijah that called and told me where you were. He was worried, so he told me to bring you back.”
Elijah.
The name ‘Elijah’ seemed to have an effect on Angie’s heart, and she immediately found the toast in her mouth a little hard to swallow. Then, she got up to leave as she forced a smile on her face.
“I will. I’ll be dropping by the manor first.”
Courtney raised her head to look at her leave.
“Don’t you have to go back to school today?”
“Today’s a weekend. I promised to spend the weekend with Benny.”
Angie was already walking along the corridor in the front yard of the Duncan Residence and toward the gate. When Courtney saw this, she narrowed her eyes slightly before lowering her head to eat the last bite of toast in her hand.
At this time, the servant brought a glass of milk over. When Courtney reached out to take it, her eyes fell onto the bag the servant was holding in her left hand.
“What’s that?”
“Oh, this is something the Young Master told Mr. Reynolds to send over this morning. He said that it was for you. He mentioned that you are going to visit someone later and that you can take this with you.”
Courtney drank the milk as she stared at the massive writing on the box; Maximillian.
“I got it.”
