Chapter 128
Gwendolyn did not spare a nce at Maverick on the ground.
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Instead, she warned Frida with a cold voice, “This is thest time, Frida! Go back and make sure to
keep a close eye on Sheralyn.
If you two cause any trouble in the future, I’ll hold your precious son responsible! Try me, and we’ll see
how much longer your son can endure with his current condition!” “No! Never again! I will never cause
trouble again!” Frida’s face turned pale as she shook her head vehemently. Gwendolyn noticed the
older woman’s spirits had indeed diminished quite a bit, so she let Quinton take thetter back to the
old mansion. As soon as Frida left, Elven hurried over to inspect Maverick’s condition.
“Ms. Shalders, Mr. Wright has passed out! His breathing is getting weaker and weaker!” His breathing
is getting weaker? Gwendolyn’s eyes widened in rm.
“Hurry! Go get the doctor, William!” “Got it! I’m going right away!” Upon hearing themand, William
immediately dashed out the door. Then, Gwendolyn asked Elven and Ryan to help Maverick back to
his room and even prepared a warm water bag to keep him warm. Thinking of the bucket filled with ice-
cold water and seeing the helpless Ryan beside her made Gwendolyn quite furious. “Ryan, you’re
suspended for a year with a half-year sry penalty.
Get out!” Ryan was on the verge of tears.
He was about to beg for mercy when Elven threw him a look and signaled for him not to add fuel to the
fire. Gwendolyn did not have time to deal with him as she observed Maverick’s condition.
Maverick’s body was still freezing cold despite using a warm water bag.
His entire face was pale without a trace of vigor, as if life was slowly draining from his body. “Why isn’t
William back yet?” Gwendolyn carefully checked Maverick’s breathing, which was very faint. If we keep
waiting like this for William to return, Maverick will be dead by then! She quickly lifted the nket and
helped the person on the bed sit up while Elven hurriedly stepped forward to assist. “Ryan, carry him
downstairs.
Elven, get the car ready.
We’re going to the hospital!” “Yes, Ms. Shalders!” Ryan, who had been about to exit the door, instantly
perked up and returned to hoist Maverick onto his back.
Gwendolyn supported him from behind, ensuring Maverick would not lose bnce and fall. After
cing Maverick in the back seat, Elven quickly started the engine and sped off. Ryan sat in the
passenger seat while Gwendolyn sat in the back, letting Maverick’s head rest on herp. Mavericky
peacefully in her embrace as she caressed his pale face, which was almost devoid of warmth.
She might have thought he was already dead if it were not for his faint breathing. “Maverick, you’re not
allowed to die! As long as you still owe me, you’ll be in debt to me forever! If you dare to die, I’ll make
sure the Wright family dies with you!” she practically roared the words. Up at the front of the car, Elven
and Ryan shuddered in fear. After all, if she was truly infuriated, she was the kind of ruthless person
who would actually carry out such an act. Lying on herp, Maverick seemed to have heard those
words as well.
Suddenly, he let out a series of heart-wrenching choking coughs, though he remained unconscious.
Gwendolyn patted his back to soothe him. At least he showed some reaction, so he probably would not
die.
“Elven, hurry up.” Elven sped up, running through countless red lights on the way and finally arriving at
the hospital. After Maverick was rushed into the emergency room, Gwendolyn sat in the waiting area
with mixed emotions. Earlier in the car, she had almost lost control of her emotions for the first time.
When she found out she was druggedst night, she genuinely wanted to kill him. However, she
panicked when she saw he was on the verge of being tormented to death. Why should I panic? Was he
not ruthless when he ordered Noah to hijack a ne to assassinate me for Natasha’s sake? After the
divorce, she had nned to go their separate ways, remaining strangers for the rest of their lives.
However, Sheralyn, Frida, and Natasha repeatedly harmed her.
Maverick continued to provoke her, even attempting to kill her for Natasha’s sake. These people just
would not let her live a peaceful life. She was not wrong for making them pay the price they deserved,
given she was not the type to take a beating or verbal abuse without fighting back. As she was thinking,
Elven finished a phone call and reported, “Ms. Shalders, your assistant at Angle, Joanne, said there’s
an urgent work matter that needs your attention.” Gwendolyn nced at the emergency room’s still-lit
lights and did not respond immediately. Beside her, Ryan suddenly fell to his knees. “Ms. Shalders, I
admit it was my mistake this time.
I was foolish and almost harmed Mr. Wright.
I’m willing to stay at the hospital to take care of him.
Once he recovers, I’ll return home and ept my suspension as punishment.” Gwendolyn pondered
for a moment.
“All right.
Stay here and let me know if there’s any news from him.
Elven, let’s go.” After speaking, she hurriedly left the hospital with Elven as if escaping and went
straight to Angle. She was frustrated with the mess Frida caused, which had dyed her work for two
days.
Gwendolyn still had yet to finalize the n for the talent show.
As soon as she returned to her office, she started working diligently, focusing all her attention on the
task at hand. At eight o’clock that night, all the employees had left, but the lights in her office were still
on.
Treyton found out she was working overtime and specifically headed down from the top floor to see
her. Up ot the front of the cor, Elven ond Ryon shuddered in feor. After oll, if she wos truly infurioted,
she wos the kind of ruthless person who would octuolly corry out such on oct. Lying on her lop,
Moverick seemed to hove heord those words os well.
Suddenly, he let out o series of heort-wrenching choking coughs, though he remoined unconscious.
Gwendolyn potted his bock to soothe him. At leost he showed some reoction, so he probobly would not
die.
“Elven, hurry up.” Elven sped up, running through countless red lights on the woy ond finolly orriving ot
the hospitol. After Moverick wos rushed into the emergency room, Gwendolyn sot in the woiting oreo
with mixed emotions. Eorlier in the cor, she hod olmost lost control of her emotions for the first time.
When she found out she wos drugged lost night, she genuinely wonted to kill him. However, she
ponicked when she sow he wos on the verge of being tormented to deoth. Why should I ponic? Wos he
not ruthless when he ordered Nooh to hijock o plone to ossossinote me for Notosho’s soke? After the
divorce, she hod plonned to go their seporote woys, remoining strongers for the rest of their lives.
However, Sherolyn, Frido, ond Notosho repeotedly hormed her.
Moverick continued to provoke her, even ottempting to kill her for Notosho’s soke. These people just
would not let her live o peoceful life. She wos not wrong for moking them poy the price they deserved,
given she wos not the type to toke o beoting or verbol obuse without fighting bock. As she wos thinking,
Elven finished o phone coll ond reported, “Ms. Sholders, your ossistont ot Angle, Joonne, soid there’s
on urgent work motter thot needs your ottention.” Gwendolyn glonced ot the emergency room’s still-lit
lights ond did not respond immediotely. Beside her, Ryon suddenly fell to his knees. “Ms. Sholders, I
odmit it wos my mistoke this time.
I wos foolish ond olmost hormed Mr. Wright.
I’m willing to stoy ot the hospitol to toke core of him.
Once he recovers, I’ll return home ond ept my suspension os punishment.” Gwendolyn pondered
for o moment.
“All right.
Stoy here ond let me know if there’s ony news from him.
Elven, let’s go.” After speoking, she hurriedly left the hospitol with Elven os if escoping ond went
stroight to Angle. She wos frustroted with the mess Frido coused, which hod deloyed her work for two
doys.
Gwendolyn still hod yet to finolize the plon for the tolent show.
As soon os she returned to her office, she storted working diligently, focusing oll her ottention on the
tosk ot hond. At eight o’clock thot night, oll the employees hod left, but the lights in her office were still
on.
Treyton found out she wos working overtime ond specificolly heoded down from the top floor to see
her. “It’s gettingte, Kiddo.
You can work on the proposal tomorrow.
We still have several days before the final live broadcast of the show.” Gwendolyn softly hummed in
response, but her hands still tirelessly typed away. Treyton knew he could not persuade her, so he
sighed and was about to turn away when he noticed herplexion did not look too good. “Have you
been sicktely, Kiddo? Why is your face so pale?” Gwendolyn paused momentarily, recalling the cold
bath she had soaked in for half the night yesterday.
She figured that was probably the reason herplexion appeared a bit pale. “I’m fine, Treyton.
Continue with your work.
I’ll head back after I finish up here.” “Fine.” Treyton’s expression was solemn.
How could he possibly not understand his sister? From the slight shifting of her eyes, he knew there
must be more to this matter than met the eye. When Elven was called for a private conversation with
Treyton, Elven immediately knelt on the spot. “Mr. Harris, please spare me! I really don’t know
anything! It might be because Ms. Shalders has been so busy with work these past few days… She’s
been staying upte quite often.” Elven felt bitter being caught in the middle. Perhaps his expression
was too miserable, for Treyton did not continue to press further. “All right.
Continue protecting Gwendolyn’s safety, and keep a particrly close eye on that brat, Maverick.
If he dares to hurt Gwendolyn again, I won’t rest until he’s dead, whether she agrees or not.
Got it?” “Yes, Mr. Harris.” That night, Gwendolyn did not return to Bay Vi.
Rather, she nned to pull an all-nighter in her office. Elven knocked on the door and entered. “Ms.
Shalders, Mr. Wright was transferred from the emergency room to a regr ward an hour ago.
He’s awake now.
Would you like to go see him?” Gwendolyn’s fingers paused slightly while she typed, and she
hesitated. “No need.
Let Ryan look after him now that he’s awake.
After he’s fully recovered, send him back to Bay Vi.” “But…” Elven did not leave, his face showing a
troubled expression. Gwendolyn was puzzled.
“What’s wrong? Was I not clear enough?” “It’s not that.
No one knows why, but Mr. Wright kept refusing the nurse’s attempts to give him an IV drip after he
woke up, and no amount of persuasion seemed to work.” Gwendolyn was speechless.
“He’s just a patient right now.
Can’t you all handle a weak man? Are you going to let him be since he refuses? Can’t you hold him
down or tie him up?” Elven was lost for words, unsure how to respond to that. Has Ms. Shalders always
been this crude and violent?