Chapter 110
Jasper's arrogance instantly deflated. Standing in front of six-foot Oscar, he immediately lost all his momentum: "I... this is our family business, what's it got to do with you?"
Oscar's eyes narrowed slightly as he glanced at him sideways: "My fiancée—what do you think it has to do with me? From what you just said, it sounds like you had something to do with this car accident? If that's the case, then we'll need to have the police look into it properly."
Jasper's pupils trembled slightly, his voice getting louder: "You're slandering me. She got what she deserved in that accident—what's it got to do with me? Don't think that just because you're part of the Lopez family, everyone has to respect you. The Brown Group was ruined by this woman, and you must have been backing her from behind. Just wait—you'll regret this one day."
As he spoke, he pointed his finger in my direction. The next second, Oscar had grabbed his wrist and, without seeming to use much force, had already flipped him over. The whole room filled with Jasper's screams: "My hand—"
When I looked over, his wrist was already twisted upward at a very strange angle. Jasper's whole face turned red, cold sweat dripping down from his temples, his trembling voice losing all control: "Oscar, you bastard, just you wait..."
He didn't finish his words, because Oscar had already kicked him, sending him tumbling twice and rolling right out of the hospital room.
That kick wasn't light. I looked up at Oscar and patted his arm: "Don't take what he said to heart."
Oscar patted the back of my hand and looked down at me with a bright smile: "Of course, I won't take an insignificant person to heart. He didn't do anything to you, did he?"
I shook my head at him, watching the panicked figure leave, and sighed helplessly: "I originally thought he was pretty smart, but turns out he's so useless. Even more surprising is that he still has the time to come here specifically to make threats. Has he lost his mind?"
Oscar put the discharge papers from his hand into a bag and said casually, "Maybe it wasn't just threats. From his tone, it seems like he's found some other way out. He probably came to provoke you."
I frowned, unable to figure it out: "Right now his company's gone, he's drowning in debt, his days should be spent figuring out how to dodge creditors—what other way out could he have?"
Oscar reached out and ruffled my messy hair: "He probably can't cause much trouble, but we should still investigate properly whether he had anything to do with your car accident, or... whether he's partnered up with someone. Leave all that to me. Let's go home first, you rest well, and leave everything else to me."
"You take care of yourself, too. Your injuries haven't fully healed yet." I reminded him with concern.
The driver drove us straight to the new villa. From a distance, I could see Robert leaning on his cane, looking anxiously in our direction, with Grace and Gregory behind him.
As soon as the car stopped, Robert quickly walked over with the butler's help, his eyes full of concern for me: "Come inside quickly, go back to your room and rest. Butler, set off the firecrackers to ward off the bad luck."
Grace came forward and affectionately took my arm: "Emily, you're finally out of the hospital. It was really terrifying at the time. You're so lucky, God bless you—the car was nearly totaled, but you came out okay."
I turned my head and forced a smile at her: "Sorry for worrying you all."
Gregory quickly added from the side: "Now that you're back, rest for a few more days. Don't worry about work. SoftGlow Biotech has already opened up the market, sales are steadily growing, and our reputation is improving. I've got everything covered, don't worry."
I nodded at him: "I trust you can handle it."
Oscar stepped forward and put his arm around my waist: "Let's skip the pleasantries for now. Go to your room and rest first. I'll help you handle your company matters from now on."
As I entered the room, the sound of firecrackers went off outside. Oscar closed the door, blocking out most of the noise: "They really have nothing better to do."
I quickly patted his hand and said with a smile: "She means well, coming to see me. Don't be so serious. When you go out later, smile more when you talk. After all, you're still family for now."
Oscar quickly adjusted his facial expression: "I really don't want to put on this happy family act with them. Whatever, you lie down first. I'll say it's inconvenient to cook here and send them next door."
Just as Oscar walked out the door, someone knocked and came in. Thinking it was him coming back, I turned to ask, but found it was Grace who had entered.
She smiled gracefully and properly. Seeing me about to get up, she quickly came forward and pressed me back down, naturally sitting by my bed with a smile: "I just came to check on you. Stay lying down. Look how thin you've gotten—you must have suffered these past few days in the hospital."
I had basically no interaction with her, so I didn't know why she'd made a special trip to express her concern: "It's okay, mainly I couldn't eat much the first few days. Grace, did you need something?"
Grace smiled and said, "I was just worried you'd be bored, so I came to chat. Emily, you're about the same age as Gregory. The first time I met you, I felt very close to you. If I could have a daughter as outstanding as you, I'd wake up laughing in my sleep."
I still didn't quite understand and could only smile awkwardly while deflecting: "That's quite a thing to say—we'd be off by a generation."
Grace smiled gently too: "I'm just saying. I heard from Dad that he wants you and Oscar to get married soon. Since there's no one else here, tell me what you think."
My mind raced. Her words were a bit odd. Oscar and I had appeared as an engaged couple, yet she was still asking what I thought—did she think there might still be some chance between us?
"Grace, it's a bit early to talk about that now. As for the wedding... We'll have to wait until we're both recovered and have the time."
Grace looked at me and smiled: "You're right, focus on recovering first. Oscar is blessed to have such a capable and beautiful fiancée. Gregory's not so lucky—who knows where his wife is, and now there's another woman clinging to him."
I asked with confusion: "Who's clinging to him?"
Grace blurted out: "Who else? Sophia, of course."