Chapter 221 Confinement
North drove Olive away in the Ferrari. Elvis watched the sports car disappear, acknowledging North's anger but expecting her reaction. He groaned in pain and closed his eyes.
Secretary Andrew rushed to his side. โCEO, let's return to the hospital. Your injury requires treatment. Your grandmother has hired a professional medical team.โ Elvis's severe injuries greatly worried his grandmother, prompting her to hire the team; the doctors had forbidden him from going out today.
โDonโt tell Olive about my injury,โ Elvis said, his deep eyes fixed on Andrew. โDonโt let anyone tell her. Do you understand?โ
Andrew nodded quickly. โYes, CEO. Letโs go.โ
Elvis entered his luxury car. His phone rangโPamela. He'd already fulfilled her third request. He swiftly rejected the call and blacklisted her number.
โCEO, should we have someoneโฆdispose of Monica and Pamela?โ Andrew asked quietly.
Elvis turned, gazing out the window.
The Hart Family
Pamela, unable to reach Elvis after he blocked her number, angrily threw her phone on the sofa. Monica approached, smiling excitedly. โPamela, good news! I just learned Elvis and Olive went to the Civil Affairs Bureau for a divorce.โ
Pamela leaped up, surprised. โReally? They divorced?โ
Monica nodded. โItโs true. They have the certificate. Pamela, you gave Elvis your virginity; if you keep trying, youโll definitely become his wife.โ
Pamela felt a pang of unhappiness at Monicaโs mention of Elvisโs virginity. He hadn't actually touched her. He'd pinned her to the bed, mistaking her for Olive, but had abruptly left for the bathroom. The powerful aphrodisiac incense she'd used had failed; Elvis's self-control was unbreakable. Her plan had completely failed, leaving self-harm as her only option. Yet, learning of the divorce, she felt her actions had been worthwhile. She convinced herself that persistent effort would make her Elvis's wife.
While mother and daughter celebrated, Patrick descended the stairs, preparing to leave.
โDad, where are you going?โ Pamela asked.
โIโm going to the hospital,โ Patrick replied. โOlive called; my fatherโs awake.โ
Pamela and Monica froze, exchanging questioning glances. They had poisoned the old man; he should be dead.
โDad, really? Grandpaโs awake?โ Pamela asked, frightened.
โYes. Iโm heading there now. Want to come? Heโs at Blueberry Hospital,โ Patrick offered.
Pamela quickly refused. โI canโt today. Dad, you go check on him. Momโs still in confinement; Iโll stay with her.โ
โOkay,โ Patrick said, disappearing.
Immediately, Monica slumped onto the sofa, nervously looking at Pamela. โPamela, whatโs going on? How can the old man be awake? We pushed him down the stairs years ago, and poisoned him! Howโฆ?โ
Pamela knew the extent of their evil deeds. With Elvis and Olive divorced, she was close to marrying Elvis; nothing could stand in her way.
โMom, donโt panic. Somethingโs strange. Iโll secretly go to the hospital to confirm Dadโs news,โ Pamela reassured calmly.
โOkay,โ Monica replied, trusting Pamelaโs judgment.
Pamela rushed to the hospital, disguised in a cap and sunglasses, fearing recognition by Olive or her father. A nurse directed her to Mr. Hartโs ward.
Peeking into the ward, she heard Olive and Patrickโs surprised voices. โGrandpa, youโre awake! We missed you so much,โ Olive exclaimed happily. An old, gruff voice, Mr. Hartโs, responded, โShh! Itโs okay, donโt cry.โ
Looking through the small window, Pamela saw the elderly man holding Olive and Patrickโs hands. Her heart sank; the old man was truly awake.
Patrick returned home and told Monica his discovery. Monica panicked. โPamela, what do we do now? Itโs over. Weโll be convicted of intentional homicide!โ
Pamelaโs face hardened. โMom, why panic? Weโve already done it. Weโll do what we did before. Grandpaโs probably not fully conscious yet. We still have time. Tonight, you sneak into the ward and give him another dose of poison.โ
Monica stared, shocked. โPamela, you want me to go?!โ
Pamela held Monicaโs hand. โMom, you can do this. Or, donโt you want to? If you go, Grandpa will be dead, and no one will know the truth about eleven years ago. Mom, when I become Mrs. Augustine, our lives will be wonderful.โ
Monica hesitated, then ruthlessness filled her eyes. She nodded. โOkay, Iโll go. Hopefully, this will end all our troubles.โ
Night fell, the hospital quietened, and Monica arrived, disguised as a nurse, wearing a mask. She pushed open the old manโs ward door and entered.