Return of the Crowned Heiress

Chapter 127

The doctors rushed in, and the once-quiet corridor erupted into chaos.

"As long as I'm alive, you'll never set foot in the Lawson residence again!" Those were Matthew's words.

Kayla couldn't help but snicker to herself, "That old bastard is better off dead!"

As Arnold pushed Matthew's bed toward the emergency room, he caught a glimpse of Kayla and noticed the fleeting malice in her eyes. He was taken aback.

But the next second, Kayla resumed her innocent facade and had tears welling up in her eyes. Her expression was full of concern and guilt.

It felt like a trick of his imagination.

"Arnie, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have been so straightforward and triggered Mr. Lawson Senior..."

Arnold, drained of energy and not bothered to comfort her at this moment, simply replied, "You should leave. My grandfather doesn't want to see you." "Arnie "

"Leave!"

Kayla finally turned to go,

emergency room was on for

guard at the door,

bloodshot eyes, he smirked sarcastically. "What are you crying about? Isn't this all your fault?" "You'd better shut up. I don't want to argue with you right now!" Arnold's expression darkened as he glared at Mike, and he emanated an imposing presence. But the next moment, his fierce demeanor crumbled as Mike landed a solid punch on his

tone was even more menacing. "Listen up, kid. You're my nephew, and

Arnold. He

and nephew was palpable.

his mask, looking troubled. "The patient has been temporarily stabilized, but..." "But what?" both men asked

three months left; at

en

finished speaking, he put his mask back on

wheeled back into the intensive care

by the sight

on the other side of the

extended his hand toward Mike, looking weak but still managing to ask, "Do you still... hate

hadn't realized that the once-vibrant Matthew, who had ruled with an iron fist, had now become so frail. His hands were covered in wrinkles, resembling the bark of an old tree