Chapter 338 You Can Make Money Here

Chapter 342 Maybe Related to Her

Graham even suspected Anna, because in the early stages of Frederick's illness, Anna had frequently visited his hospital room under the pretense of caring for him, bringing supplements several times.

Over these years, Graham had watched Yale's family enjoy wealth and status that didn't belong to them, his heart twisting like a knife, yet powerless to act.

Until Rachel rose up and joined forces with Brandon, beginning to put pressure on Yale.

Graham knew the opportunity had come.

He bribed an old servant at The York Mansion with a large sum of money.

He gave her a special drug—colorless and odorless. Even small amounts inhaled or touched could significantly amplify a person's negative emotions and reduce rational control, especially stimulating the central nervous system. Its effects multiplied under the influence of alcohol.

This drug came from mysterious sources and was difficult to trace. Even in a post-mortem examination, it could easily be attributed to the person's own mental state or alcohol consumption.

His instructions were simple: find opportunities to sprinkle trace amounts of the drug on objects Yale frequently touched, accelerating the conflict and loss of control between Yale and Anna.

Graham knew Yale was inherently selfish and hot-tempered, Anna sharp-tongued and vain. Their relationship had long been fractured—it just needed a spark to explode.

Graham hadn't expected the spark to come so quickly, or the explosion to be so violent and bloody.

"This is what they deserve." Graham wiped away his tears, his eyes regaining composure, though hiding a trace of cold light in their depths. "Frederick, if your spirit is watching from above, look. Yale will spend the rest of his life in prison, and Anna is either dead or disabled. What they owed you, what they owed Rachel—I've collected it for you."

Graham didn't tell Rachel.

He wasn't sure if Rachel could accept this form of revenge that walked the edge of the law. He didn't want to taint her pure path of rebirth with such shadows.

Besides, the fewer people who knew about this, the better. He could bear this sin and secret alone.

"What's left is to help you get back what belongs to the York family, fair and square." Graham looked toward the headquarters of Rachel's company, Original Aspiration, his eyes showing relief and anticipation.

The truth about Frederick's death might never be fully proven in court, but those who caused his death had already paid a terrible price far beyond what the law could exact.

In his own way, Graham had fulfilled his promise to his deceased friend Frederick, and cleared an obstacle from the past for that unfortunate girl Rachel, whom Graham had once regarded as a niece.

At the airport arrival hall, crowds bustled about.

Amy dragged a small suitcase, walking out with unsteady steps.

Her face was pale, her eyes red and swollen, filled with confusion, fear, and deep sorrow—completely out of place among the excited or tired travelers around her.

"Amy." A gentle yet clear voice called out ahead.

Amy's head snapped up to see Rachel standing not far away.

She was casually dressed, her demeanor calm and steady, like a mountain one could lean on.

"Rachel..." Amy's tears burst forth instantly. She let go of her suitcase handle and practically threw herself forward, hugging Rachel tightly, burying her face in her shoulder. The emotions she'd suppressed for so long flooded out like water through a broken dam, turning into uncontrollable sobbing.

"I, I don't know how this happened, Mom, she... Dad, he..." Amy spoke incoherently, her body shaking badly.

Rachel steadily caught her, one hand patting her back, the other stroking her hair. She said nothing, just quietly held her, letting her vent.

Rachel could feel Amy's collapse in her arms, and could hear in those cries the fear for Anna's injuries and shock at Yale's actions.

People around cast curious or sympathetic glances, but Rachel paid no attention.

At this moment, Rachel was simply Amy's cousin, the only harbor where the helpless Amy could temporarily find refuge.

After a long while, Amy's crying gradually subsided into broken sobs.

Rachel handed her a clean handkerchief and said softly, "Let's go to the hospital first and check on Anna's condition."

Amy nodded, tears flowing again, but her emotions somewhat more stable.

She gripped Rachel's hand tightly, as if it were her only support.

In the car, Amy spoke in fragments about what she knew—the emergency notice from the hospital, the brief account from the police, and the scattered words she'd heard in her panic.

Rachel listened quietly, occasionally offering comfort, though her mind was clear as a mirror.

At the hospital, the air outside the ICU was thick with disinfectant and heaviness.

Through the glass, they could see Anna covered in tubes, her head wrapped in thick bandages, her face completely bloodless. Only the jumping lines on the monitor proved she was still alive, though her vital signs were extremely weak.

Amy pressed against the glass, tears silently streaming down, her shoulders trembling constantly.

That woman who wasn't close to Amy but was ultimately the one who gave birth to and raised her now lay there in such a terrible state, her life hanging in the balance.

And Yale, who had given Amy life, was the perpetrator of all this, now detained awaiting legal punishment.

The enormous sense of absurdity and grief nearly drowned Amy.

Rachel stood behind Amy, her gaze also falling on Anna in the hospital room.

Rachel's feelings were complicated.

For Anna, Rachel had little sympathy.

But seeing Amy in such pain, Rachel couldn't help feeling some compassion.

More importantly, Rachel vaguely felt this matter wasn't so simple.

Yale had been under pressure lately and was hot-tempered by nature, but from what she knew, he'd previously only engaged in verbal abuse and shoving, never such an irrational, almost murderous violent act.

Alcohol and pressure could make someone lose control, but losing control to this degree didn't make sense.

Rachel didn't dare think too deeply, nor did she want to verify it.

She only knew that from the results, Yale and Anna's fate—whether from their own sins or someone else's scheming—was deserved.

Rachel welcomed it, could even say this was exactly the result she'd hoped to see—evildoers getting their just deserts, and the retribution coming so swiftly and terribly.

It's just that this sense of satisfaction, when facing the grief-stricken Amy, made Rachel feel an indescribable guilt deep down.

Amy was innocent, yet had to bear all the bitter fruit brought by Yale and Anna's sins.

"Rachel..." Amy suddenly turned around, looking at Rachel through tear-blurred eyes, her voice hoarse yet carrying a strange determination. "I'm sorry, truly sorry. I know my parents owe you, owe Elodie, so much..."

Amy sniffled, trying to control her emotions. "When my mom... when things here stabilize a bit, I'll return everything I got from the York family that's in my name. I know none of it should have been mine. And I'll work and earn money to compensate gradually, principal and interest—I'll pay it all back to you and Elodie."

Rachel looked at Amy, who was nearly broken herself yet still thinking about repaying debts, her thoughts complex.