Chapter 513


    Chapter 513


    After getting on the train, Comelia whipped out her phone and pinged Jeremy a text, “Hey Jeremy, I’m


    on the train to Southern Peak. Got any messages for grandma?” In this age of instantmunication,


    you can say whatever you want via video chat.


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    Comelia was just looking for an excuse to chat with Jeremy and build a rapport. Jeremy didn’t seem


    like the chatty type. He hardly ever initiated contact, and it was mostly


    her reaching out.


    Cornelia didn’t have a problem with Jeremy being a bit of an introvert. She was just worried that he


    might find her annoying if she kept reaching out.


    After sending the text, Cornelia began to wait patiently.


    One minute passed


    Five minutes passed


    Ten minutes went by, and Jeremy still hadn’t replied But Cornelia kept her cool


    She hadn’t expected to reach Southern Peak by train and still not have a reply from Jeremy


    Cornelia was a bit disappointed. But she started making excuses for him. He was probably busy at


    work and couldn’t respond


    If she were busy and he texted her, she wouldn’t be able to respond either. With that thought,


    Cornelia’s disappointment vanished.


    She shot Jeremy another text, “Hey Jeremy, if you’re busy, I’ll stop bothering you. Just remember to


    text me back when you’re free. Got some important stuff to discuss


    After sending the text, Cornelia didn’t wait for Jeremy to reply and put away her phone, hailing a cab to


    Southern Summer Garden


    Little did Cornelia know that at that moment, Marcus was in the ICU of The Hartley Group’s private


    hospital, unconscious since morning with no signs of waking up.


    Dr. Dawson was pacing anxiously outside the ICU. Even the usually cool Jayden was getting anxious,


    smoking one cigarette after another, “Mom, stop pacing What the hell happened to President Hartley?”


    Dr. Dawson regained herposure at his shout


    She sat down beside Jayden, took a cigarette from him and lit it, inhaling deeply, “Do you remember


    how Ayden got that scar on his face?”


    Aydens horrendous scar nearly ruined his face. Jayden could never forget about it, but what did it have


    to do with anything now, “What does Ayden’s scar have to do with anything?”


    Dr. Dawson finished her cigarette, then said slowly, “I remember Marc was less than eighteen that


    year. He took over The Hartley Group for less than two months, and everything was in chaos inside


    and out.”