Chapter 311
Chapter 311:
That day, after finishing his class, Ashton was on the brink of leaving the school to join Rosalie in inspecting the project site. Just as he was about to depart, his phone buzzed insistently. The caller ID flashed his ex-wife, Emalee.
Hesitating for a brief moment, Ashton ultimately answered the call, his voice tinged with a frosty detachment. “What do you want?”
On the other end, Emalee’s voice trembled with anxiety. “Ashton, do you have time right now? Could you come to the hospital? My grandfather was attacked and he’s in the hospital!”
Recalling the deception Emalee and her parents had orchestrated previously, Ashton’s response was laced with skepticism. “Emalee, haven’t you pulled this stunt before? Do you really think I’ll fall for it again?”
There was a charged pause on Emalee’s end before she responded, her voice laced with a tangible choke of emotion, “Ashton, I know what we did last time was wrong, but please, believe me this time. My grandfather’s condition is critical. Could you please come and see him? I’m begging you.”
Ashton’s response was a heavy silence. He could discern the layers of guilt, regret, and desperate pleading in her voice. This wasn’t the Emalee he remembered. Perhaps, just perhaps, she was telling the truth this time.
After a moment of contemplation, driven by his concern for Bobby, Ashton asked for the hospital’s location and immediately set off.
Upon arriving at the hospital room Emalee had specified, Ashton was greeted by the sight of Bobby lying in bed, his face pallid and his breathing labored.
Beside Bobby’s bed stood Emalee and her parents, their expressions a mix of deep unease and guilt.
Ashton’s gaze briefly settled on Emalee’s family before he returned his focus to the elderly man lying in the bed.
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Bobby lay in a lamentable state, his body marred by numerous bruises that bore witness to recent suffering.
As Ashton entered, a spark of hope briefly illuminated Bobby’s eyes, only to be swiftly extinguished by a resurgence of sorrow.
With a swift stride, Ashton approached, urgency lacing his voice. “Bobby, what happened? Who did this to you?”
His eyes, usually calm, now flared with an icy fierceness, signaling the awakening of a long-dormant fury within him.
Bobby, burdened by the weight of advancing years compounded by his injuries, struggled for words.
His gaze, heavy with sadness, drifted toward Emalee’s family who stood by the bedside.
In that moment, understanding dawned on Ashton. He turned sharply to Emalee’s family, his voice booming with authority. “What did you do to him?”
It was a side of Ashton that Emalee had never seen; the intensity of his demeanor rendered her both unacquainted and intimidated.
Matthew and Miriam, overwhelmed by their own fear, kept their gazes lowered, too terrified to confront Ashton’s piercing eyes.
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