He stood there, eyes filled with ruthlessness and murderous intent, looking at the unconscious woman on the bed. His clearly defined hands clenched tightly, nails digging into his palms, with trickles of blood seeping along the edges.
Nathan Carter, thinking he had grasped his weakness, deliberately provoked him: "Mr. Grant, have you thought it through, innocence or selfishness, which do you choose?"
He turned his eyes, looking at Nathan Carter as if looking at a dead object.
The atmosphere was deathly silent for a long time.
The person whose body was tense and stiff relaxed the hand that had drawn blood, and in a hoarse voice uttered one word: "Fine."
Nathan Carter’s heart, which had been suspended, fell, and he showed a triumphant smile.
"Mr. Grant is smart, no need for me to remind you what to do."
James Grant’s brows furrowed in a frightening manner. He stepped forward swiftly and grabbed the woman’s arm without holding back, forcing her to get up.
Nathan Carter helped Matthew Sullivan up and tactfully retreated outside the room.
Evelyn Clayton was suddenly awakened, shivering all over.
Upon opening her eyes and seeing James Grant’s terrifying face, she came to her senses, released his hand, and pulled the blanket to cover herself.
He glanced over her with cold eyes, each word biting and mocking: "What, dare to do it but not dare to let others see?"
Evelyn Clayton’s face turned pale, fingertips gripping the corner of the blanket tightly: "I didn’t do it, what am I afraid of?"
"Evelyn Clayton, I thought you were proud and dignified, but it turns out you’re just like those women, sparing no means to cling when you see benefits."
His words pricked her heart painfully, yet were supremely humiliating.
Evelyn Clayton bit her lower lip tightly, eyes slightly red, stubbornly meeting his mocking gaze, sneering.
"And what about you? Those women bring you more joy than me, and you’re just a scumbag drifting among women, covered in rotten peach blossoms. What right do you have to criticize me!"
"Evelyn Clayton, I am the eldest son of the Grant family, and you have everything now because of me. Do you think you’ll have a good end if you leave!"
Every word hit her most sore spot. Her breath came fiercely, her chest heaving violently, and the anger and humiliation were suffocating.
Evelyn Clayton squeezed her eyes shut tightly and shouted hoarsely: "Get out!"
James Grant let out a final cold laugh, with disdain and disgust in his eyes.
He turned around resolutely, his back exuding an endless coldness.
He saw Nathan Carter and Matthew Sullivan standing outside the door, and a bloodthirsty curve appeared on his lips: "Satisfied?"
Nathan Carter swallowed and nodded, watching James Grant stride away, disappearing around the corner of the hall.
He completed everything and returned to the Grant Family home.
The room was dead silent. Matthew Sullivan, supporting his wounded body, wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth and walked into the room.
Evelyn Clayton sat dumbly on the bed, her reddened eyes shedding tears one by one.
"Evelyn Clayton, you’ve really made me unable to fathom you. Didn’t you want to be with James Grant? Why make me act , let him think I slept with you and leave? You’ll owe me for these wounds."
Matthew Sullivan had drugged her according to Harrison Grant’s instructions, but Evelyn Clayton discovered it. Unexpectedly, instead of being angry, she made him cooperate with the act to drive away James Grant.
Evelyn Clayton sniffled, her face regaining its icy demeanor, took her bag, pulled out a card, and tossed it to Matthew Sullivan, her voice cold and authoritative.
"Your medical expenses, take them and leave quickly. Don’t meddle in anything else. But I warn you, if you dare to reveal a word, I will make your life unbearable." Chapters first released on NovєlFіre.net
"Evelyn, even if James Grant doesn’t want you, I do."
Matthew Sullivan didn’t mind, picked up the bank card, dragging his injured body.
Before leaving, he affectionately whispered sweet words to her.
Evelyn Clayton forced down her disgust. It wasn’t until the sound of the door closing that she released her clenched hand, buried her head, and sobbed furiously. The intense pain in her heart was unbearable.
Her mind was filled with James Grant’s eyes of disgust and humiliating words, endlessly tearing at her heart.