Chapter 88 How Could I Save You?
Yasmin instinctively wanted to argue back.
How could Amelia, this girl from the countryside, possibly be the mysterious oil painting master Taylor?
Geraldo must have been tricked by Amelia!
But then Yasmin thought about how Niamh, whom she had brought into Luminance Art Gallery, had told her the same thing.
Could it be that Amelia really was Taylor?
She heard Geraldo continue: "Back when I hit a bottleneck in my painting, it was Amelia who personally taught me how to break through. I begged her in person to take me as her student. Are you saying I got it wrong? How ridiculous!"
Listening to Geraldo's words, Yasmin's eyes widened so much they nearly popped out.
Personally taught him - that meant Geraldo had met Taylor in person.
That meant Amelia really was Geraldo's teacher, Taylor.
And she had been badmouthing Taylor right in front of Geraldo.
Wasn't that completely backfiring?
No wonder Geraldo looked at her so strangely after she said all those things.
No wonder Niamh was so angry when she called her.
So Amelia really was that oil painting master, Taylor!
Yasmin's face suddenly turned deathly pale, but moments later, it flushed bright red.
Her cheeks twitched, and her facial muscles began to stiffen.
She thought she could use her ability to twist the truth to trick Geraldo into keeping her as his student.
But she never imagined that in Geraldo's eyes, she had become a complete fraud!
She could never be Geraldo's student again.
Yet she had only just become Geraldo's student today.
The title of Geraldo's student - she hadn't even had time to enjoy it before losing it.
Yasmin's body was clearly trembling.
From anger.
Though whether she was angry at Amelia or at her own stupidity, she didn't know.
"Now, please move aside! I'm leaving!"
Geraldo couldn't be bothered to waste another word on Yasmin. He pushed past her toward the door.
But just as his hand gripped the doorknob, a piercing pain shot through his chest. His breathing suddenly became extremely difficult, causing him to lose his balance and collapse to the floor, clutching his chest in agony.
Yasmin jumped in fright.
"Mr. McGinnis, what's wrong?"
"My... my chest hurts." Geraldo forced out these words with difficulty.
Yasmin was even more shocked.
How could this happen?
"Do you have a heart condition?"
Hearing this, Geraldo suddenly remembered that when he left Luminance Art Gallery, Amelia had said his heart might have problems, told him to get a checkup, and given him a pill.
Thinking of this pill, he used all his remaining strength to fumble in his pocket for it.
But his hand was trembling, and the pill accidentally slipped through his fingers, rolling to Yasmin's feet.
"The pill, give me the pill."
Yasmin immediately crouched down and picked up the pill.
Just as she was about to hand it to Geraldo, she suddenly stopped, looking at him with cold eyes.
"Mr. McGinnis, no - you just said you no longer recognize me as your student."
As she spoke, she toyed with the pill in her hand, a chilling smile creeping across her lips.
"So why should I have any obligation to give you this pill?"
Geraldo's eyes widened.
He never imagined Yasmin could be so vicious!
"Give it to me."
"I won't. I hate Amelia so much - why would I use this pill to save her student?"
She spoke while laughing, as if something wonderful had happened.
Today's events had made her lose all face.
Made her ashamed to face Geraldo.
But if Geraldo died, she wouldn't feel embarrassed anymore.
And if Amelia knew her student had died, she'd be upset, wouldn't she?
If Amelia was upset, she'd be happy.
Why would she save him?
The pain in Geraldo's chest grew worse and worse.
But his will to survive made him use his last bit of strength to call for help.
"Someone, help!"
Before he could finish, Yasmin suddenly stepped forward and covered Geraldo's mouth.
Geraldo's voice was muffled.
He gripped Yasmin's wrist tightly, trying to pull her hand away from his mouth.
But how much strength could an elderly man having a heart attack have?
He couldn't pry her hand away at all.
Gradually, his breathing grew weaker and weaker, and his grip on Yasmin's hand slowly loosened.
Finally, he closed his eyes and lost consciousness.
Seeing him motionless, Yasmin instinctively tried to pull her hand back.
But Geraldo's hand still gripped hers firmly.
Was he not dead yet?
Yasmin used her other hand to check Geraldo's breathing.
No breath.
Not knowing whether to feel happy or afraid, she gritted her teeth and forcibly pried Geraldo's hand open.
Two bloody scratches appeared on her wrist as a result.
Yasmin gasped in pain.
She pulled down her sleeve to cover the wound on her wrist.
After her rationality returned, fear crept into her nerves.
Geraldo's bodyguards were right outside, and they knew she had brought Geraldo here.
She couldn't just sneak away.
What should she do?
Looking at Geraldo lying on the floor, Yasmin paced back and forth anxiously several times.
In the next instant, she thought of a solution.
She struggled to move Geraldo back to his chair, laboriously propped him up, and positioned him as if he had collapsed while leaning on the table.
Finally, she didn't forget to throw the pill out the window into the landscaping below.
After doing all this, she was gasping for breath.
So she waited until her breathing steadied before straightening her clothes, then quickly ran to the door, pulled it open, and shouted outside.
"Something's wrong! Someone help! Mr. McGinnis has passed out!"
The two bodyguards were standing at the café entrance. Hearing Yasmin's voice, they immediately dropped their cigarettes and rushed into the private room.
Seeing Geraldo face-down on the table, both bodyguards were badly frightened and hurried to help him.
"Mr. McGinnis! Mr. McGinnis!"
Geraldo showed no response.
One bodyguard immediately called for an ambulance, while the other, who knew some first aid, quickly began emergency treatment.
Yasmin couldn't help, standing there crying anxiously.
The bodyguard making the call also had to comfort her.
The café staff also crowded in.
The scene descended into chaos.
...
Meanwhile, Amelia and Grant were about to leave Luminance Art Gallery.
"Grant, wait a moment."
Samuel called out to Grant.
"You know about the champion's prize, right?"
Grant nodded: "Amelia told me everything."
"If Mr. Crawford doesn't mind, I can start work right away."
After the family went bankrupt, although there was still some money left, the Richardson family's expenses were very high. Even after dismissing the servants, continuing like this would eventually drain everything.
And Mason's project also needed money.
He didn't know before how he could help his family, but if he could work at the Crawford Group, at least he'd be making some contribution.
Samuel nodded.
"In that case, starting tomorrow, come to the branch office. I'll arrange work for you."
Grant was about to nod when Jeremy suddenly rushed over.
"Mr. Crawford, there's trouble."