Chapter 301: Blood on the Family Stones
Fraser said, “It’s precisely because you were working behind my back; that was my mistake. Why did you threaten Summer at the press conference?”
Helen’s face was ashen, and under Fraser’s piercing, icy gaze, she felt as though the weight of the world crushed her heart. She suddenly gasped for breath and began coughing uncontrollably.
Beside her, Karena shouted, “Madam Graham can’t breathe! Quick, call a doctor!”
Soon, several family doctors rushed over from the adjacent room and hurried to attend to Helen.
After a while, Helen slowly caught her breath, half-leaning on a chair. Suddenly, Karena fell to her knees, begging for mercy.
“Mr. Graham, this situation doesn’t involve Madam Graham at all; it was Sienna who initiated the collaboration with us. Aware of Madam Graham’s aversion to Summer, I decided to handle Summer’s mother and friends myself, ensuring they didn’t mention you at the press conference. Madam Graham was completely unaware of these arrangements.”
“Is that so?” Fraser’s voice was chillingly cold.
Karena, terrified, collapsed to the ground, continuously kowtowing. “Yes, I did it all. Please, Mr. Graham, forgive me! Don’t blame Madam Graham.”
Fraser, listening, suddenly cracked a smile. “Since you’ve admitted it, you know what I’m like, right?”
His smile was apparent, but to everyone in the living room, it carried a cruel menace. Karena looked up, her face paler than paper.
“Madam Graham, farewell.” With that, she closed her eyes, clenched her teeth, and charged headfirst into a marble column. Bang! Instantly, Karena’s head was bloodied, and she fainted on the spot. Blood quickly stained the marble column a vivid red…
Fraser glanced indifferently, his brow unfazed, only shielding Summer’s eyes from the bloody scene as the collision occurred. The family doctors stood there, none daring to step forward to help.
Chapter 301: Blood on the Family Stones
“…who served the Graham family for forty years and who paid ultimate care to our family… For this woman, you’ve wreaked such havoc.”
Helen’s murderous gaze turned to Summer. If looks could kill, Summer would have been riddled with holes.
Grinding her teeth, Helen said, “If this woman is to stay here, she’ll have to step over my dead body first.”
Summer looked up, unable to help but gaze at Fraser. Under the light, the man’s profile was sharply defined, his lashes slightly lowered, his emotions unreadable, just when she thought he might relent.
Fraser’s voice, devoid of emotion, then spoke. “If you want to make a scene, I won’t stop you. But as for Summer staying here, I have the final say.”
With that, Fraser took Summer by the hand, and they began to walk forward. Hearing this, Helen turned deathly pale; she seemed to age a decade in a moment, a tear falling from her eye.
Summer followed him up the marble spiral staircase. Her gaze fixed on the man ahead in a black windbreaker, standing tall and firm. Looking back one last time at the chaotic living room, Karena lay unconscious on the floor, blood spreading around her forehead. Helen, barely alive, half-sat on the couch, her eyes dim and lifeless. All the servants and family doctors stood frozen, not daring to move.
At the front door of the Stewart Mansion, Summer half-jokingly complained to Fraser. She knew his temper might cause him to react angrily, but she hadn’t expected him to go this far.
Fraser took Summer’s hand, and they ascended to the third floor. Passing through a long corridor adorned with historic wall paintings from the last century, they stopped in front of the innermost room. Fraser opened it, and they stepped inside.
The room was spacious, decorated in a subdued yet luxurious deep blue. Upon entering, the orderly arrangement of model cars and gleaming trophies caught their eyes.
Chapter 301: Blood on the Family Stones
Fraser turned to see Summer looking down, lost in thought. Thinking she was frightened, Fraser extended his hand to encircle her slender waist, pulling her close to him.
“What’s wrong?”
Summer looked up from his embrace, her clear eyes meeting his. “Nothing, it’s just my first time at the Graham Mansion; it feels a bit surreal.”
Fraser’s eyes were deep; he gently brushed a strand of hair from her forehead. He knew Summer was lying, but he didn’t call her out.
“Rest here for a while; I’ll have a servant bring dinner later.”