The CEO Gets What He Wants

It was normal for people with low blood sugar to pass out over their grief. In general, the bodies of hypoglycemic patients would not suffer lasting damage.

That was the extent of Xavier's knowledge regarding the disease.

When he heard Cayden mention that Avery had fainted, he promptly told his boss what he knew in the ward. Initially, he had planned to talk with Cayden outside.

“Mr. Rumpley's wife came with her daughter before he was admitted to the emergency room,” Xavier began as he observed his employer's expression.

Cayden turned around, mystified. “His wife came with the daughter, you say?”

“Yes. Mr. Rumpley's wife is Henrietta Landry, and her daughter is Milana Rumpley. Though she shares Mr. Rumpley's last name, she is not of his blood. When Henrietta married Mr. Rumpley, she brought her daughter with her. Milana was the child of Henrietta's ex-boyfriend.” Xavier explained in detail as he had made a thorough investigation regarding the matter.

“What were they here for?”

Cayden frowned. His intuition told him that the matter was not as simple as it appeared.

Xavier reported everything he knew by saying, “Mdm. Henrietta told the guards that Mr. Rumpley had asked to see her many times before to discuss the distribution of the old house in town, but she claimed that she had been busy working to support her family and save money to cure Mr. Rumpley's illness, so she didn't have time to come over. When she finally came, the guards, not wanting to get in the way of Mr. Rumpley's affairs, had asked Mr. Rumpley's permission and granted Mdm. Henrietta entry upon obtaining his consent.”

After relaying everything the guards told him, Xavier discovered that Cayden's expression was becoming increasingly grim.

Meanwhile, Avery's eyelids quivered when she lay in bed.

Henrietta unlocked the door to Leonardo's house and dropped her purse immediately upon crossing the threshold. She took off her heels and paced in the living room. “What do we do? He's dead! How could he have died so easily? Oh God, is this a dream?” she muttered.

Milana watched her mother descend into fearful paranoia and felt no better herself. She collapsed onto the couch and the more she tried to calm herself down, the less it seemed to work.

Leonardo had been well when they left the hospital. He had promised to give them the house and even guaranteed to go through with the formalities within a week.

Overjoyed, the women were in such high spirits that they decided to go on a spontaneous trip to the mall while they were on their way home. As they rode in the taxi, they savored the autumn view of the city.

Overjoyed, the women were in such high spirits that they decided to go on a spontaneous trip to the mall while they were on their way home. As they rode in the taxi, they savored the autumn view of the city.

Just when they were exiting the mall, the hospital called.

When Leonardo was hospitalized, the hospital retained his spouse's and his children's phone numbers for its official filing procedure.

The unexpected bad news stunned Henrietta. With her phone pressed against her ear, she stood silent for a long time before finally stuttering, “S-Say that again. Did you just say he didn't make it?”

He was alive just a while ago. How can he drop dead just like that?

Henrietta appeared to have recalled something when they finally arrived home. She then pointed at Milana on the couch and scolded, “What did I tell you? Don't say anything harsh, but you didn't listen. Look at the way he coughed. You know he'll drop dead any time! Don't you know that people who are dying are most susceptible to the triggering words of others?”