The Woman From Hell

Next to them stood a five to six-year-old child with a somewhat dazed expression. It was unclear what the child's relationship with Amelia was. Keith walked out of the company with dark eye circles. Several bodyguards followed behind him, and they escorted the employees into the company.

He was stunned when he saw me. "You're early, Mrs. Grant. Mr. Grant had a meeting all night and it just ended."

I looked at Amelia's parents and asked," How long have they been here?"

"They arrived last night and have been standing here the whole time, clamoring for compensation. The police haven't come up with the results yet, so we can't proceed with compensation yet." Keith's expression was sullen.

I nodded and did not ask anything else.

At this moment, I heard the employees discussing among themselves. "Amelia's parents are a handful. Mr. Grant has personally gone downstairs to tell them that he'll give them maximum compensation no matter what the result is, but they're still causing a scene. It doesn't seem like they're seeking compensation. They seem more like they're here to discredit Grant Corporation."

I pursed my lips and looked at Keith, asking, "Is there a big difference between the compensation for accidental death and suicide?"

"The difference is huge..." Keith sighed. "If it's an accidental death, the company needs to compensate a large amount and also refurbish the entire company's security system. If it's a suicide, then we don't need to compensate for anything. But for humanitarian reasons, we will still offer compensation, just not a lot."

understood why Amelia's

impact as much as possible. Amelia's parents knew that, and that was why they came to make a scene. When the time came, even if

not give them any money to make them leave. It seemed

swollen. Their voices were hoarse as well. How could their aged bodies take it after wailing

like he was

sighed and said to Keith, "Please get

to understand why.

pursed my lips. "The

anything else and nodded to

and walking over to put the meal bag in my hand on the desk. I jerked the

want to feel well anymore?" I pretended to be angry. "I know you work very hard, but you can't work too hard. You haven't had any sleep and now you're working again after having a meeting. How can your body take it? Hurry up and have your breakfast, then

out on Theo's weary face. He opened his arms and wrapped them around my waist, taking a deep breath. "Why are

me. You should look at how tired