Chapter 74 Thalia Will Eventually Become Mrs. Wilson
The three of them chatted while they ate, and by the time they finished, more than two hours had flown by.
Before leaving, Jada had warned Thalia that it was going to rain, but she hadn't really paid attention.
Standing at the restaurant's entrance, Thalia looked at the heavy rain and felt a wave of worry.
She glanced down at her shoes—limited edition high heels, worn for the first time today. Were they going to be ruined just like that?
Elon noticed Thalia's concern.
"I'll go grab the umbrella from the car. Hang tight."
The parking lot was a bit of a walk from the restaurant entrance. Elon borrowed an umbrella from the waiter and stepped into the downpour.
Elon's broad back moved through the rain, giving Thalia a strange sense of security. He had that natural, unpretentious confidence that came from his military background. It was something you couldn't easily fake.
When Elon returned, his suit was speckled with raindrops.
Thalia looked away nonchalantly.
"There are only two umbrellas left in the car," Elon said, handing one to each of them before returning the borrowed umbrella to the waiter.
"What about you?" Thalia asked.
"The rain's not too bad. I can walk."
Thalia glanced at the rain. It was pouring.
"This umbrella's big enough. Come share it with me."
Elon hesitated for a moment, then nodded.
Under the rain, Elon held the umbrella beside Thalia, maintaining a respectful distance. They walked without their clothes brushing against each other, a sign of his gentlemanly demeanor that any girl would appreciate. Thalia was no exception.
The raindrops pounded on the umbrella, loud and urgent.
Elon tilted the umbrella slightly towards Thalia, exposing half of his arm to the rain.
"You—"
Before Thalia could finish her sentence, a car sped by, splashing water from a puddle. Instinctively, Elon shielded Thalia with his body.
Dirty water splattered all over him, but he held the umbrella firmly without letting go.
"Are you okay?"
"Are you okay?" Thalia asked, looking at him.
If Elon hadn't been there, she would have chased after the car, yelling.
Elon shook his head. "I'm fine. The rain's just getting heavier."
Elon escorted Thalia to her car, ensuring she was safe and dry before stepping back.
Thalia watched as Elon's suit got soaked. She opened the car door again and called out, "Elon."
He turned to look at her. He could have just asked what she needed from where he stood, but he walked over instead.
Standing by the car door, he held the umbrella over the roof to keep the rain out.
"A towel," Thalia said, handing him a towel.
Elon was surprised. He recalled the many unflattering things people had said about Thalia, but now he felt those words couldn't be trusted.
"Thanks."
"I should be the one thanking you."
As Isla drove away, she glanced at Thalia in the back seat, deep in thought, and cautiously asked, "Thalia, what about Mr. Brown?"
"What about him?" Thalia didn't get it.
"You've got a new guy now. What about Mr. Brown?"
"What does my new guy have to do with Mr. Brown? And what does Mr. Brown's situation have to do with me? Also, whose side are you on? Are you trying to get fired?"
Isla shrank back, not daring to speak again.
...
"Mr. Brown, you're out of luck!"
"She's got a new guy now."
"Look how considerate Elon is."
"I think Thalia will soon become Mrs. Wilson."
Angelina and William had just finished a meeting with an internet tycoon about a billion-dollar divorce case and were about to leave.
Fortunately, they got into the car before the rain started.
Unfortunately, they witnessed Thalia and Elon's interaction from the car.
Angelina, arms crossed, leaned back in the passenger seat, shaking her head as she watched Thalia.
"If I were Thalia, I wouldn't want a boring guy like you either."
A flash of anger crossed William's eyes. He started the car and drove towards Thalia, his frustration evident.
He had intended to vent his anger but ended up giving Elon a chance to play the hero.
Poor William!
...
Thalia hadn't contacted William for a week, and the coffee at the law firm had mysteriously run out.
Everyone was speculating whether William and Thalia had fought or broken up.
The company's gossip chat was buzzing.
"Mr. Brown, did you find out where Ms. Smith took Mr. Smith?"
"Where?"
"Back to the original Smith villa."
William was taken aback.
"Ms. Smith dug a tunnel in the basement of the Smith villa and bribed the neighbors. Mr. Smith is now in the neighboring villa."
No wonder Chase and the others couldn't find him...
"And Mr. Smith's condition seems worse than rumored. He's in a vegetative state. Do you think Ms. Smith is waiting for you to agree to be her lawyer before giving up on Mr. Smith's treatment?"
William was speechless. This was indeed something Thalia would do. She never took risks without being certain.
William lit a cigarette, deep in thought. Finn thought he wouldn't speak again, but William finally said coldly, "Can you contact Mr. Smith's doctor?"
"Yes."
"Bring him to me."
Half an hour later, a middle-aged man with glasses was in William's office.
"Mr. Brown," Timothy King recognized William. No one in Emerald City didn't know him. His methods and abilities were well-known, and his personality had been described in countless ways.
"I need a favor, Dr. King," William said, pushing a check across the table.
Fifty million dollars.
"That's half the payment."
"What do you need me to do?"
"Is Mr. Hayden your patient?"
"Y-yes," Timothy stammered, scared. This was confidential. How did William know?
"What do you need me to do?"
William explained, and Timothy shook his head repeatedly. "Mr. Brown, I can't—"
"Don't worry, Dr. King. I won't ask you to do anything illegal."
"Do it, or I'll expose the mistake you made years ago. Your choice."