Chapter 131 Hayden Is Injured

When we got to the gate, we had just stepped out of the car when we heard Preston yelling at the security guard, "Open the door!"

Isabella parked the car right at the gate, blocking his car.

Preston honked a few times and cursed, "Fuck! Who the hell is blocking my way?"

"It's me! Preston, is your temper growing with your age?" Isabella stuck her head out, her tone somewhat stern.

"Aunt, what are you doing here?" Preston asked.

"I'm here to pick up Emily and visit your grandpa. Since you're already here, why not stay for dinner?"

"Grandpa's food is so bland! Only you guys can eat that! I have to go, Aunt, please move your car."

"Why are you in such a hurry?" Isabella smiled, got out of the car, and opened the door.

"What happened to your hand? Why is there blood? Did your grandpa hit you again? How old are you now, and he's still hitting you?" Isabella looked disapproving, and I saw Preston's expression turn tense. He looked at his hand, found no blood, and then angrily charged at Isabella.

Isabella quickly dodged to the side, and Preston's car sped past, narrowly missing Isabella's car, and drove away.

"What the hell! That scared me!" The man in the passenger seat unbuckled his seatbelt and got out of the car.

Isabella ran straight into the estate, and I quickly got out and followed her.

"What are you guys doing? You brought me along without mentioning anything about makeup! Running so fast, you'll be sweating, and it won't be good for the makeup!" The makeup artist chased after us.

"I know where Grandpa Hayden sleeps; it's in that side room!" I directed Isabella to avoid running to the wrong place.

Isabella paused for a moment, then ran in the direction I pointed. We saw Hayden lying on the ground with a pool of blood next to his head.

I gasped and said, "Grandpa Hayden!"

Preston was so ruthless. How could he openly come and harm Hayden like this?

"Dad!" Isabella also called out, but she didn't go over; instead, she collapsed to the ground.

"What happened here? Is this a crime scene? The person who just ran away, is he the culprit?" The makeup artist arrived just two seconds late, and I had already reached Hayden, bending down to check his breathing.

"He's still alive!" I sighed in relief and said, "But his breathing is very weak. Call the security!"

"Where's the butler? Didn't I ask him to come and check?" Isabella said, then widened her eyes.

Because she saw the old butler lying behind the couch, eyes closed, with blood on his head and one side of his face.

The male makeup artist was so shocked that he fainted.

I had hoped he could help, but it looked like he would just be a witness to prove that neither Isabella nor I did this.

"Security, get in here!" I ran to the door and shouted loudly.

Two security guards quickly appeared. With red eyes, I said, "Grandpa Hayden is hurt, and so is the butler."

They rushed in, one of them going to find the family doctor who lived in Crystal Haven Estate, while Isabella had already called 911.

"Preston is getting more and more reckless!" Isabella said as she stood up with my help.

I also couldn't understand why Preston was so crazy. Was he here to intentionally harm Hayden or to steal something?

Ella lived here; if Preston wanted to steal something, couldn't he ask her to do it?

It seemed like Nolan's family was somewhat fragmented.

"Isn't Preston in the company, ready to take over at any time?" I was even less familiar with the Taylor family matters.

Isabella replied, "Last year, Preston was demoted by Nolan for doing something outrageous in the company. Now Preston is just a small administrative director. Nolan even wants to bring Ryder into the company, but Ryder has no interest and is obsessed with his anime world."

"What?"

Nolan's two sons were becoming more and more incomprehensible.

No wonder Nolan once pinned his hopes on Ella's brother, but later he must have realized that Ella's brother was also unreliable.

"Just know this. Today's incident has nothing to do with you. If I hadn't come, you would have been a suspect." Isabella gently patted the back of my hand.

I nodded and looked at the bag of hard-shell walnuts I had left in the living room.

Why did I choose today to come? Ella happened to be away, and Preston came to cause trouble.

"Jasper," Hayden suddenly murmured with his eyes closed, calling my dad's name.

"Grandpa Hayden, why are you calling my dad?" I quickly went over, wondering if Hayden was going to die.

That couldn't happen. I had already encountered a situation where evidence was destroyed to protect someone. This place might be full of Ella's people; I couldn't let history repeat itself.