Dear Sweetheart

Dear Sweetheart Chapter 199

Chapter 199 Dream On

Curtis narrowed his eyes. With a frosty voice, he warned, “Jefferson, you’ve offended me.”

“That’s my honor.” Jefferson seemed to be feeling unwell as he began coughing violently. He only managed to catch his breath after some time.

Just then, someone informed him that time was up.

To conclude the phone call, Jefferson said, “I’m not going to let the matter of the car accident slide. Mr. Faymon, you should pick out a nice gravesite for your Aunt Sienna.”

With that, he hung up.

A chill ran down Gabriel’s spine as he felt the temperature around Curtis drop to a freezing point after the call.

“Has everything been arranged?” Curtis asked coldly.

“Yes. Mr. Snyder of Majesty is coming back to the country tomorrow. Mr. Xavier and the others will be back in a few days,” Gabriel reported.

“Get out now.”

With just one order from Curtis, Gabriel scurried out of the office. He exhaled in relief when he closed the door, but he couldn’t help but sigh again as he looked at the diamond pendant in his hand.

Gosh. Things have gotten more complicated.

Meanwhile, Rayna wandered in the rain like a lost soul after leaving Faymon Group.

She had no idea where to go, and she felt empty inside. As her phone wouldn’t stop ringing, she discarded it in a trash can. She then hopped into a taxi stopped by the road and told the driver, “To Mayfair Street, please.”

Upon arriving at the destination, Rayna passed the driver a one-hundred bill and walked into the residential area under the rain.

She felt terrible, so she needed a place to rest.

When Linda opened the door and saw a drenched Rayna in bloodied clothes, she was shocked. “What happened? Hurry and come in. I’ll get you a towel,” she said as she pulled Rayna into the house.

Seeing a pair of men’s shoes placed beside the door, Rayna assumed that James was back. Yet when she entered the living room, she spotted a man in a suit, sitting on the couch. He gave off a composed and mature aura and seemed to be in his fifties.

Rayna paused in her tracks.

“Isabelle,” the man called out and walked toward her. He had similar features as James, except for the wrinkles around his eyes.

“You have no right to call my name!” Rayna snapped with a cold expression before pushing him toward the door. “We don’t welcome you here. Get out of this place! Get out!”

Elijah Griffith allowed her to shove him away, but he refused to budge upon reaching the door. “Isabelle, I know I mistreated your mother. I’ll do my best to make it up to you and your siblings and fulfill my role as your father from now on.”

“I don’t have a father, and I don’t need you to make it up to us. I told you that I won’t let you off if you dare to pester my mom again. Leave!” Rayna said icily.

Right then, Linda came out with a towel.

She rubbed Rayna’s wet hair with the towel and coaxed, “Let him be. You should go take a bath. Be careful not to catch a cold.”

“Mom, have you forgotten about the past?” Rayna threw the towel to the floor in frustration. She had already been through so much that day, and she didn’t expect to have to deal with something like this after coming home.

Pointing at Elijah, she added angrily, “When his business failed, he blamed you for being useless. He forced you to divorce him while you were pregnant because he didn’t have money and proceeded to go to Jetroina and marry someone else! Have you forgotten about all these?”

Hearing that, Linda cast Elijah a glance and sighed. “Let the past be the past.”

“Why should I do that? I refuse! I worked hard to give you a good life while James bought a house for you to stay in, yet what did you do? You opened the door and let this man in! Mom, you are beyond foolish!” Rayna chastised.

Linda dared not say anything in response.

Meanwhile, Elijah grabbed Rayna’s arm and said meekly, “Isabelle, everything was my fault. I can give you what you want, be it money or anything else. But please, save your brother. He’s only fifteen years old, and he’s got a long road ahead of him. He will remember your kindness and treat you and your siblings with respect in the future.”

It was only then that Rayna noticed a slim boy in the living room. His height was around one hundred seventy, and he looked just like James back when the latter was in middle school. However, he seemed more meek and obedient than James.

The boy walked over and stood beside Elijah. “Isabelle,” he voiced carefully after sneaking a careful peek at Rayna.

“Stop calling me that!” Rayna shot him a glare and pointed at the door. “Elijah, take your son with you and leave!”

Elijah argued, “Isabelle, he’s also your brother—”

“James is my only brother!”

“Isabelle, I’m begging you. Harry has been diagnosed with leukemia, and you and Roxanne are the only bone marrow matches for him. It won’t hurt you to give out some bone marrow,” Elijah pleaded.

Upon hearing that, Rayna finally understood what he was up to. She mocked, “Oh, so your son is about to die from leukemia? When you abandoned your wife and child back then, did you ever think of what will happen to them?”

“Isabelle.”

“It’s good that Roxanne is filming overseas. At least she doesn’t have to see you. When your son dies, I’ll visit his wake. As for my bone marrow, you can dream on,” Rayna uttered indifferently.

“Isabelle Griffith!” Infuriated by her words, Elijah glared at her and roared, “So what if your mom and I have divorced each other? You are my daughter. I gave you your life!”

Rayna sneered, “The only thing you contributed is a sperm cell. My mom was the one who carried me in her womb for nine months and gave birth to me. Besides, as an adult, I have the right over my own body!”

“What’s going on?”

Just then, James’ voice sounded from the door.

The moment he saw Elijah, his face darkened. Unable to hold himself back, he swung his fist at the man’s face the next second.

James had seen Elijah’s face on the documents countless times, and he hated the latter to the bone.

“James, calm down!” Rayna pulled James back forcefully and told him, “His son has leukemia. Just let him suffer. Don’t waste your energy on him; it isn’t worth it.”

“Scram!” As James glowered at Elijah, a murderous air surrounded him. “I warned you not to return. How dare you come all the way here? Do you really think I won’t dare to kill you?”

Rayna shot Elijah a glance and said, “Elijah, you’re going through so much trouble for your son, huh? You got in touch with us in advance to seek our sympathy and even obtained our health data. Way to go! It seems like you got lucky with your wife from Jetroina and earned a fortune. Since you’re so rich, you can spend that money to look for a bone marrow donor for your son. I will never donate mine. James, close the door!” Exclusive © content by N(ô)ve/l/Drama.Org.

Immediately, James unceremoniously shoved the boy out of the door and shut the door in their face.

Elijah’s son, Harry Verlice, stared at the closed door without a word. After a long while, he finally said, “Dad, Isabelle and James don’t seem to like me. I’ll wait here and apologize to Isabelle.”

“There’s no need for that. Let’s go.”

Knowing that there was no way they could convince the stubborn Rayna, Elijah did not linger and left with Harry.

When they got in the car, Harry asked, “Dad, where are we going?”

“You can’t stay outside for too long because of your health, so we have to head to the hospital,” said Elijah as he stroked Harry’s head. Although James was also his son, he did not feel much of a connection with James since he wasn’t the one who raised the latter.

Before heading to the hospital, Elijah brought Harry to a restaurant for a meal first.

While they sat in the establishment, Naomi was seen entering and looking around. At the sight of the father-and-son duo, she hurried over to them. “Uncle Elijah, I just found out you came to Norwal City with Harry. Why didn’t you ask me to fetch you at the airport?”

“Hello, Naomi,” Harry greeted her sweetly.

“Hi there. What a good boy you are.”

“We just arrived today.” Elijah pushed a cup of coffee over to Naomi and sighed softly. “I visited my ex- wife with Harry to ask for her help, but we were kicked out by my daughter.”

“Is she unwilling to help?” Naomi knitted her brows in displeasure. “It won’t hurt her to donate some bone marrow anyway. Is the money you gave too little for her?”

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