Playtime's Over, CEO: She's Really Done With You-Chapter 501: Is There Still Any Lingering Obsession?
The document was signed immediately, and Bianca Lynch handed it back to the nurse.
The nurse went back in right away, leaving the group waiting outside.
Other people hearing the news also arrived one after another.
For instance, Old Master Ford, Lucas Quentin, Thea Lloyd, and Matriarch Quentin, Zink, and others.
"How is it now?" Thea Lloyd immediately asked.
Everyone was extremely anxious, especially Bianca Lynch, who was crying so hard she couldn’t speak.
"Grandpa..." Jasper Ford started but didn’t know what to say next.
Gigi Sutton patted Jasper Ford’s hand and then explained to everyone what had happened afterward.
"...In short, although the people have been rescued, the life and death..." Gigi Sutton couldn’t continue.
Seraphina was slashed by Preston Langley and fainted, but with proper treatment, there shouldn’t be any problems.
Julian Lawson and Silas Hawthorne are in a more dangerous situation, but there is still hope.
Only Serena Sterling...
"Serena’s condition is not good. They’ve just issued a critical notice." Gigi Sutton said with red eyes.
Saying this, Gigi Sutton patted Bianca Lynch’s back beside her, offering some comfort.
Not far away, Clara Huxley also came over supported by two children.
Her eyes were swollen from crying.
She was feeling guilty all along.
Clara Huxley cried, "At that time, Seraphina was in my arms. If I had been more careful, maybe none of this would have happened later."
"Mrs. Huxley, it wasn’t your fault." Ethan Lynch consoled hoarsely, "Preston Langley released tear gas, so no one could see. His target was Seraphina, and he even shot at your bodyguards. You couldn’t do anything."
But despite these words, Clara Huxley still felt very guilty.
Isla Lawson also supported the two elders of the Lawson Family.
They didn’t look good either.
"What’s the situation at the factory now?" Matriarch Quentin asked.
"When we arrived, it had already collapsed. Preston Langley and Vera Hansen were still inside; they probably couldn’t survive." Answered Justin Jennings, who was supporting Bianca Lynch.
Everyone was silent.
Only the sounds of medical staff going back and forth filled the air.
"What’s happened to Sheila Jenkins?" Someone asked.
Everyone shook their heads.
After Sheila Jenkins ran out of the venue, the inside was chaos, and no one had the presence of mind to care where she went.
"Now, we can only wait..."
Everyone looked toward the emergency room.
...
Inside Serena Sterling’s emergency room, it was bustling.
Almost all the equipment was alarming, the beeping sounds relentless.
Various rescue measures were repeatedly applied to Serena Sterling.
But Serena seemed to have no response.
"The patient lacks the will to survive, and it’s likely she can’t hold on..."
The doors of the emergency room opened again, and a nurse came out to explain.
Bianca Lynch collapsed to the ground upon hearing this.
Has it come to this?
Relying on the will to survive for a slim chance?
"Serena cares about her family and friends; we are all here. Her husband and daughter are still undergoing rescue. She has always wanted to uncover the truth about her father’s death..."
Bianca Lynch paused slightly when she said this.
Perhaps Serena no longer thinks about these things.
What did she think in the last moment before she fainted?
Was there a lingering obsession?
Bianca Lynch couldn’t understand.
"She and Sheila Jenkins have yet to reconcile." Ethan Lynch said, "I remember before the shooting, she wanted to go after Sheila Jenkins."
Everyone looked at him, wondering if this would help?
But all they could do was try.
Where is Sheila Jenkins?
...
A few hours earlier.
Sheila Jenkins fled the wedding venue.
After running outside, she heard the chaos inside, but her mind was in turmoil, and she couldn’t think.
She hailed a taxi, handed the driver some money, and asked him to drive.
"Where to?" The driver asked.
"Just drive, anywhere." Sheila Jenkins said, wiping her eyes.
The driver agreed and drove around aimlessly in the city.
Looking at the scenes outside, Sheila Jenkins kept recalling past events.
Her hardships, the difficult life she lived with Serena Sterling’s mother and daughter, and the temporary peace and warmth she felt after marrying William Wyatt.
Tears fell continuously.
Were those photos real?
Was everything just as Serena Sterling said?
If everything was true, then over the years...
Pain swallowed her.
"To Aeston Penitentiary." Sheila Jenkins finally spoke, giving the location.
She wanted to face William Wyatt and ask him herself.
She wanted to hear how William Wyatt would explain himself.
"Alright!" The driver replied, arriving swiftly at the penitentiary.
She paid, got out, and followed the process for a meeting.
Sheila Jenkins sat in her seat as she watched William Wyatt walk in. She clenched her fists.
She picked up the microphone.
William Wyatt spoke first, "I thought you wouldn’t come to see me again."
Sheila Jenkins’ eyes were slightly red, and she did not answer his question. Instead, she directly asked, "When I was living with you with Serena Sterling, you..."
Sheila Jenkins almost couldn’t continue.
She took a deep breath and eventually continued, "What exactly did you do to her?"
William Wyatt smiled indifferently, observing Sheila’s expression, then said, "Which thing are you referring to?"
There was apparent anger on Sheila Jenkins’ face.
"I did a lot to her," William Wyatt sneered, "Insults, beatings, various things, such as..."
William Wyatt stopped bluntly, smiling while scanning Sheila’s figure.
"I know everything." Sheila Jenkins pressed on emotionally, "I saw those photographs."
William Wyatt paused briefly and then laughed heartily.
"Sheila Jenkins, Sheila Jenkins, you just learned this now?" William Wyatt laughed so hard he nearly cried, "Did Serena Sterling never tell you?"
"Oh, wait, I thought you were always complicit."
William Wyatt said, "During those days we lived together, I watched her closely. Didn’t you feel anything at all?"
"Or maybe you knew, but pretended not to? Keep silent and blind so you could live without burdens?"
William Wyatt’s voice was harsh, and his laughter was like a blade slicing Sheila Jenkins!
"William Wyatt!" Sheila Jenkins shouted angrily.
"Calling me for what?" William Wyatt finally stopped laughing, wiped his eyes, and looked at Sheila Jenkins, "You look good, but you’re old. Serena Sterling is younger and prettier, and with us living under the same roof, her flaunting before me, isn’t it normal for me to have thoughts?"
"You’re her stepfather!" Sheila Jenkins’ eyes were blazing, emotions surging like blood rushing through her veins, crashing against her blood vessels.
"And?" William Wyatt responded indifferently, "We aren’t related by blood."
"Sheila Jenkins, you should understand. At that time, you were on the brink of starvation. I took you both in. I’m your savior; isn’t repaying me by dedicating yourselves the right thing?"
