John saw my hesitation and said, “Actually, this is for the best. At least it’s not worse off.”
Worse?
The child and Macy had died. Rylee only suffered from some injuries, but the rest had left my world forever. I couldn’t get them back anymore even if I tried.
That thought alone had made me calm. The people on the second floor nodded. There was a huge projection screen on the stage of the hotel lobby.
Two minutes later, the scenes on the screen had attracted the guests of the banquet. The Moore family had stood on top of K City for years. And Cameron’s fame was on par with the Moore family due to her success over the years.
Gasps were coming from the guests every time she appeared in the video.
I didn’t look at the screen since I wasn’t interested in what was playing. I was only interested in Cameron’s reaction when she watched these scenes.
But she didn’t seem as devastated as I thought she would be. Instead, she seemed to have prepared beforehand and leaned closely against Zachary’s embrace.
My brain was buzzing. In the noisy crowd, Zachary looked at me with an indecipherable look. It wasn’t filled with rage, neither was it bloodthirsty, but sympathy.
I saw him held onto Cameron and left in the crowd. But I didn’t feel any pleasure. I knew that after today, Cameron’s reputation was going to be in tatters.
My goal seemed to have been achieved!
The video playing on the screen was stopped after Cameron and Zachary left. The lobby was filled with whispers about Cameron’s sordidness in contempt.
The banquet had concluded. Louis and John hurriedly sent off the guests.
I stood in the lobby, feeling lost.
Joe came into my sight expressionlessly. “Let’s have a chat?”
I averted my unfocused eyes. My heart was feeling heavy. “What is there to chat about?”
He sat on the chair beside me and raised his brows before he spoke. “You did it?”
“Yes!”
I didn’t plan to hide. Nobody would have dared to interfere with the Stanhope family’s banquet unless he was from the family.
He sneered. As if he had already known, he looked at me with a sarcastic look. “I thought you would at least be relieved when you wounded Rylee. You already have a prominent family and Anthony who solely cares for you. She was just a child, do you really have to go this far?”
I pursed my lips. Feeling tired after standing, I sat down casually on the chair beside me and said tiredly, “So now that I have everything I should have pretended that the injuries that I had suffered never existed?”
He furrowed his brows. “Sienna, have you thought of why did the Stanhope family acquiesce to this and the Moore family had allowed this to happen? By only relying on John’s meddling?”
I raised my brows. “If not?”
He sneered, finding this ridiculous. “Do you think everyone would fall for your tricks like an idiot? Who is Zachary? He is someone who had been walking on dead bodies in the seventies. Do you think he would let you step all over his wife without taking any actions?”
“What are you trying to say?” I said, feeling calm.
He sneered disdainfully, “I want to let you know that a brainless, cold-blooded, and idiotic woman like you should stop now. Please refrain from everything else and live your life in peace.”
He paused for a moment and continued in a sulky manner. “Also, Anthony is sick. Even if you guys fought, you shouldn’t go so far. He is your husband, so you should at least look out for him.”
It was obvious he was angry but helpless at the same time.
After watching him left, I daydreamed on the chair for a while before standing up.
The guests had already left the lobby. John looked at me and said, “Are you going back to the Stanhope’s tonight or, would you like me to send you back?”
To Anthony’s side…
After giving some thought, I said, “I’ll take a taxi back by myself!”
He didn’t agree but went silent when he was about to refute, then signaled me to look at the entrance.
It was a sleek black luxury car. Those we mostly encountered were Lamborghini, Ferrari, Maybach, and Bently. This was the first time Anthony was being flamboyant. He was driving a Rolls-Royce.
But there were many luxury cars at this type of banquet, so it was not a rare sight.
The driver stood beside the car. He came up to me with a smile when he spotted me. “Madam, Mr. Anthony had been waiting for you. He is sick, please go back soon!”
What he meant was, even though Anthony was sick, yet he was still waiting for me!
I wanted to reject the idea subconsciously, but the driver clasped his hands together anxiously, although he was wearing a smile.
I couldn’t help but furrowed my brows. “He’s very sick?”
The driver nodded and said, “It has been two days. He hasn’t been taking medication, and he refuses to go to the hospital. He even insists on coming today. Please… please talk to him!”
I turned around and looked at John. “Tell Uncle Louis that I’ll visit him when I’m free!”
He nodded in response and narrowed his gaze towards the car.
Without much thought, I quickly walked towards the car and opened the door.
Anthony’s eyes were closed with his lips pursed. His handsome face was ghastly pale.
I leaned closer to him instinctively. The heater in the car was off, but his forehead was drenched with his perspiration in the ice-cold winter.
“What’s wrong?”
He still had his eyes closed. His expression was grim with no intention of looking at me.
With grouchiness and chillness in his voice, he said, “Get down if you’re not coming up!”
His words had no warmth and were filled with a tint of anger.
I pursed my lips. My heels were too high, so I took them off and lifted my dress when I got into the car. I looked at the driver and said, “To the hospital.”
The driver was stunned as he looked at Anthony. After seeing he had no objections, he started the car.
K City was prone to traffic jams, especially around ten at night.
Upon reaching the city center, the car couldn’t move anymore. Anthony frowned slightly, and his forehead was glistening with droplets of perspiration. He was extremely pale, and he furrowed his brows tightly.
His condition seemed terrible. I saw his slender fingers pressed against his stomach from the corner of my eyes. I was startled and said to the driver, “Stop at the junction in front!”
The driver thought I was going to alight and said hesitantly, “Madam, we’re about to reach the hospital. You should accompany Mr. Anthony to see the doctor…”
I was speechless. Since when did people start to see me as a cold-blooded person?
New Book: Back Home to Marry Off Myself
Loredana’s father left the family for his mistress, leaving them to fend for themselves abroad. When life was at its toughest, her father showed up with “good news” after 8 years of absence: To marry off Loredana to a paralyzed son of the wealthy Mendelsohn family.
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