When fate plays its hand (Miranda)

Chapter 0996

Sebastian stayed at the Hill residence that evening, as the guest room was already prepared.

While Madison packed some clean clothes, he made two phone calls in the living room. She wasn’t paying much attention but caught snippets of the conversation. “Okay… I’ll leave it to you. Help me make the arrangements… Thank you, Mr. Cameron. Please pass along my regards to Grandpa Tyson.”

The following morning, they headed to the hospital, only to find her relatives had arrived even earlier. As soon as they reached the ward, loud voices erupted from inside.

“Mason, what are you trying to prove by acting tough in this state?”

“Madison said it was just a cold? Does this look like a cold? You’ve had a stroke! How could she be so heartless as to lie about her own father’s condition?”

The doting father, Mason, couldn’t tolerate anyone speaking ill of his daughter. He struggled to sit up and defend her, but after several attempts, his face flushed with frustration, his eyes widened in helpless fury, and his body refused to cooperate.

Audrey was nearly frantic as she had to deal with this group of relatives while keeping an eye on Mason’s condition. She feared his rising emotions might worsen his condition.

“That’s enough! Do you think we, as her parents, don’t know if our daughter has a conscience? You don’t get to decide that!”

reassured him, “Dear, don’t move or get upset. Just lie down

the group. “Noah, what’s the meaning of

a glance. Instead, his sharp gaze fixed directly on Mason, who lay on the hospital

is a conversation between men. You have no

just you talking. What’s wrong? Bullying my husband because

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have every right to speak

saying you can make decisions

us to make today? Or, to be blunt what

Samson Hill, smile slyly. “You don’t have to be so defensive. We’re only thinking about

just a woman already stretched thin taking care of him. How

and continued, “When tenants have requests, who’s going to deal with them? If an appliance breaks, who’s going to fix it? Or

off your shoulders so he can focus on recovering,

coldly. “And you think we should thank you for