Chapter 139
"That's not what I meant..." Vesper, intimidated by Monica's intensity, spoke with a hint of grievance.
"Mon, calm down. Let's talk over there." Caspian frowned and reached for Monica's wrist.
"Let go of me!" Monica violently knocked his hand away, her voice trembling. "I'm telling you, my grandmother is more important than any of you!"
"Since Miss Capulet thinks it's my grandmother's fault, then I'll get to the bottom of this!"
"If it's not my grandmother's problem, I will pursue this to the end!"
Tears welled up in her eyes, but she held them back fiercely, refusing to let them fall.
She could cry anywhere—but not in front of Vesper and Caspian.
Why would they be worth her tears?
"Mon, the surveillance footage is damaged." Caspian said casually.
Monica froze, staring at him for a long moment as if she no longer recognized him.
Then she laughed softly, bitterly. "You really are thorough when it comes to protecting your fiancée."
"Miss Reed, Mrs. Reed's surgery is done. You should go check on her!" The caregiver came jogging over.
Monica's icy gaze swept across Caspian and Vesper's faces before she turned and left.
Henry followed close behind.
At the doorway, he turned his head, his gaze locking with Caspian's.
"Don't trouble yourself with the surveillance footage. If Mon wants it, I'll find a way to recover it."
He withdrew his gaze and left.
Caspian stood there, fists clenched, his expression dark and unreadable.
In the hospital room, Amara hadn't woken up yet.
Her leg was in a cast, and her forehead had been stitched up.
Monica sat by the bed, looking at her grandmother. Tears streamed down her face uncontrollably.
Henry sat beside Monica, somewhat at a loss for what to do.
After hesitating, he said softly, "Mon, don't worry about the surveillance. I can get someone to recover it."
Monica's heart warmed at his words. She shook her head. "Mr. Phillips, thank you for the offer. I have my own ways. It's just… I feel so useless. My grandma got hurt, and I can't even get justice for her right away."
"You're doing great." Henry patted her shoulder gently, his voice quiet but inexplicably comforting.
Just then, Evelyn, who'd gotten the news, arrived.
She pushed the door open, saw Amara's injuries, and her expression turned cold. "What happened?"
"Eve, it's all my fault for being useless..." Seeing Evelyn, Monica finally let down all her defenses and threw herself into her arms, crying.
She recounted everything in bits and pieces, finally finding an outlet for all the grievance she'd been holding in.
Evelyn's expression grew even colder as she listened. When Monica finished, she spoke. "Don't worry. We will get justice for this."
"Okay!" Monica nodded hard, her voice thick with tears.
"Once your grandma wakes up, let's arrange a transfer to get her better care." The Gray family had a hospital in City A. Evelyn had the resources.
Monica looked at her gratefully.
"And who's this?" Evelyn, having arranged everything, finally noticed Henry beside Monica.
Monica quickly introduced them. "This is Mr. Henry Phillips, the one I was meeting about the project today. He's the one who drove me to the hospital."
"You're Miss Gray, right?" Henry stood up and bowed slightly. "I saw you at a Voltara Energy Group project meeting before."
Evelyn was surprised.
Henry explained, "Voltara Energy Group is run by my family's elders. I attended the kickoff meeting."
Evelyn was taken aback.
This handsome guy had quite the background. But he seemed pretty good to Mon...
"Eve, I'm going to handle the paperwork. You stay here and look after Grandma." Monica wiped her tears and stood to leave.
Henry was about to follow when she stopped him. "Mr. Phillips, you don't need to come with me. If you have things to do, feel free to go."
"I don't have anything urgent." Henry said.
"Then just rest here. I've already troubled you enough today. I can handle it myself. If I keep bothering you, I'll feel too bad."
Henry nodded and watched her leave.
Monica had barely stepped out of the room when she noticed someone waiting in the hallway.
She ignored them and walked straight ahead, but the person followed persistently.
When she reached a quiet corner, the person grabbed her wrist.
"Mon, I'm sorry." Caspian's voice was low. "I didn't know it was your grandmother. Can we talk?"
"Talk about what?" Monica sneered. "About how you deleted the surveillance footage? Or how your fiancée tried to pin the blame on my grandmother?"
"Mon, calm down." Caspian frowned. "I've seen the doctor's report. Your grandmother's injuries aren't that serious."
"Could you let this go, for my sake?"
"I'll have the Capulet family offer adequate compensation."
Monica laughed in disbelief.
She violently shook off Caspian's hand and slapped him across the face. "For your sake? You think you deserve that?"
Caspian touched his face, staring at her in disbelief.
The next second, he shoved Monica against the wall, gripping her chin tightly.
He hissed in her ear, "You were the one who wanted to break up. And now you're the one being unreasonable. Monica, can you be sensible?"
"Unreasonable? I'm being unreasonable?" Monica glared at him, her eyes red. "Anyone who didn't know better would think it was her grandmother who got hurt. Let go of me! Even if my grandma just scraped her skin, I wouldn't let it slide. She had surgery and stitches!"
She struggled desperately, but Caspian held her tightly, refusing to let go.
"Mon, what are you doing here?"
Just as they were locked in confrontation, Henry's voice came from nearby.
Caspian immediately released her and shifted his position, standing across from Monica.
"What are you doing here?" Monica awkwardly straightened her disheveled clothes and hair.
"I came out to use the restroom." Henry paused, then extended his hand toward her. "Weren't you going to handle the paperwork? I'll come with you."
His gaze calmly swept over Caspian.
Monica instinctively walked to his side.
"Mon, stop!" Caspian's angry voice came from behind.
Henry stopped and turned around, letting out a faint laugh. "Sir, you're Monica's brother, right? Being so rough with your sister isn't very gentlemanly."
"Whatever the issue is, talk it out properly." He emphasized the word "brother," as if deliberately drawing a line.
Caspian's expression grew colder. "My family's business is none of your concern."
He could sense the possessiveness radiating from this man toward Mon.
It wasn't concern between friends—it was a man's feelings for a woman.
Monica was beautiful and lively. She'd never lacked admirers, but he'd never cared before.
Today, though, he felt an unprecedented sense of threat from Henry. It was irritating and glaring.
"My family?" Monica laughed coldly. "Caspian, you've got some nerve! Mr. Phillips, let's go!"
She huffily grabbed Henry's hand and turned to leave.
Henry's gaze fell on the hand holding his. He didn't pull away, and the corner of his mouth curved slightly.
Caspian caught up and grabbed Monica's shoulder so hard it hurt her bones. "Mon, don't be rash!"
Before Monica could react, a stronger force gripped Caspian's wrist.
He winced and let go.
"What are you doing?" Caspian glared at Henry.
"I'll say this one more time—treat Mon with respect." Henry's voice wasn't loud, but it carried undeniable coldness. "No one can force her to do something she doesn't want to do."