Chapter 271
Lydia’s words were like a shot of adrenaline to the already excited paparazzi, making them even more agitated.
“Is Mr. Bennett avoiding our questions now?”
“Are you deliberately dodging us because we’ve hit the truth?”
“Mr. Bennett, please answer our questions directly now!”
They disregarded the people blocking their way, pushing forward like madmen. Emily, being a petite woman, couldn’t compete with so many men carrying cameras, no matter how hard she tried.
They charged forward without care, and someone even stepped on Emily’s foot, sending her stumbling backward, completely out of control. “Emily.” Charles’s heart leapt to his throat when he saw this, and he instinctively reached out to catch her.
Meanwhile, Lydia, supporting him, saw her chance. A sinister gleam appeared in her eyes. “Old bastard, go to hell.” She grabbed Charles’ hand, pushed him forward, and screamed. “Grandpa, be careful.”
Lydia’s voice landed on Emily’s heart like a heavy blow. She instinctively looked up and saw Charles pitching forward, his forehead crashing hard against the nearest camera. The muffled thud sounded like thunder going off in Emily’s ears.
“Grandpa,” Emily cried out. Her face went pale as she rushed over in a panic, catching Charles as he collapsed and holding him tightly in her arms.
The camera, after being knocked loose, crashed down hard on Emily’s head. It all seemed so chaotic, but it happened in the blink of an eye.
Bright red blood streamed down Emily’s head, but she ignored the waves of dizziness and hurried to check on Charles. “Grandpa!” Emily called out.
Charles’ face had gone pale, and he had passed out, blood trickling from his forehead. Everyone was shocked. The excited paparazzi instantly calmed down, stepping back in fear, as if distancing themselves from the incident.
Emily jerked her head up, her eyes blazing red with hatred, like she could tear everyone in the room apart. “What are you all standing around for? Call an ambulance, now.” Emily screamed.
Her voice was raw, her whole body trembling uncontrollably, a wave of panic threatening to swallow her alive.
Her mind was a complete mess; her eyes blankly fixed on the pale, unconscious Charles. Moving on autopilot, her trembling body numbly followed the ambulance to the hospital.
After all that chaos, the news was the last thing on the paparazzi’s minds. They grabbed their gear and hurried out of the Bennett residence as fast as they could. In all the confusion, no one noticed the cold and excited look on Lydia’s face.
Now, the last person in the Bennett family who favored Emily was gone, and the entire family would be hers. Considering the servants, Lydia didn’t laugh aloud. She took out her phone and called Andrew.
The moment the call connected, her face and voice instantly turned frantic. “Andrew, s-something’s wrong, Grandpa is in
trouble.”
The cold machines emitted their relentless sound, each note like a drum pounding against Emily’s heart. Emily stood at the door of the operating room, her eyes locked on the glowing red “In Surgery” sign, her whole body trembling uncontrollably.
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