Chapter 115 He Has Not Stooped That Low
The meeting ended in an hour, and William retumed to his office.
His secretary, Fabian, went in immediately to update.
“Mr. Middleton, Ms. Bowen’s father’s surgery is underway and hasn’t finished yet. If there’s any news, the hospital will contact me.”
William frowned slightly but replied, “Find out what happened to Emelie.”
Fabian paused and then said, “okay.”
After leaving the police station, Emelie tetumed to Alderbrook
When the incident occurred, Billy, her brother–in–law, quickly tools Certa away.
If Greta had seen it, her condition could have worsened from the agitation.
Once she entered the house, Eliana rushed to askcher, “Emelle, how’s Dad?”
“He’s been detained,” Emelie replied.
Eliana collapsed into a chair. “Does that mean he’s going to jail?”
Emelie nodded. “Maybe.”
Ellana bit her lip, pounding her lee in self–reproach. “It’s all my fault! I knew Dad gets riled up easily but didn’t watch him closely enough!”
“Don’t blame yourself. I’ll get a lawyer for Dad. There should be a way out,” Emelie said, pouring herself a glass of water.
“How’s Mom?”
Eliana pointed to the bedroom. “She’s very worried. But thankfully, she hasn’t had an episode. She’s resting there.”
Emelie went in to check on Greta.
Seeing her, Greta brightened with hope, sitting up. “Emelie, your father…”
Emelie eased her back down “ll handle Dad’s matter. Trust me.
Tears fell from Greta’s eyes.
“I told you not to come back, not to contact us. Our troubles always hold you back. We are a burden to you.
“We’re family, so there’s no need for that. Every problem has a solution.”
Emily paused. “If we can’t solve it, we accept the consequences. When he’s released, we’ll still be family.”
Oreta said in agony, “It’s all my fault. I got this illness. When diagnosed, I should have ended it all instead of dragging you all down!”
Emelie’s nerves tensed.
“Mom, you mustn’t lose hope. You know our family’s situation. Don’t make rash choices again. Death solves nothing and only casts a lifelong shadow!”
“No, I won’t. I won’t lose hope, I won’t cause trouble anymore.” Greta manured.
Emelle held her mother’s hand, her thoughts in turmoil.
Suddenly, she remembered. “Dad told me that day, you both saved up seventy to eighty thousand dollars. How did you save that much? Do you have jobs?” Bonnard to run a small grocery store. After welling everything to pay off debts, he was left with no means of livelihood. They had limited education and no skills. Being over fifty years old, they should have relied on their children’s support. However, from what she observed, Eliana’s in–laws were an average family. They couldn’t support their elderly parents.
However, Ronan and Greta seemed reasonably well–off. How had they been making a living all these years?
Greta answered her. “We packaged the cooldes at Nibblers‘ factory in Alderbrook Their cooldes are the most famous.
“We were trying our luck by inquiring if they were hiring. Surprisingly, both your father and 1 got hired. How fortunate! Factories rarely employ elderly like us with no work experience.”
She touched her chest. “They detected my heart condition during the factory’s blamual healthcheck.”
Emelle didn’t ask further. “Please test. I’ll ask some friends about Dad’s situation.”
“okay, okay”
Though burdened, Greta was still a patient with limited energy. She slowly drifted to sleep
Emelie walked out and sat on the small stool outside the house. She understood now.
William likely arranged Greta and ponam’s jobs. Initially, he said that if she followed him, he would take care of her parents.
She thought he only paid off their three million dollar debt. But he also helped them find a basic job to make ends meet.
Probably, his arrangement resulted in the factory notifying him about Greta’s heart condition. That’s how he knew.
William told her to find the answers herself, and she did.
But Emelie still wasn’t sure. Was he behind Gets losing that heart transplant opportunity?
Hopefully, it wasn’t İdan.
Hopefully, he had not stooped that low.
