Chapter 90


    “Oh, look who’s here! Rhett, too.” Nic waltzed in the hospital room, decked out in luxury from head


    to toe, with a handbag worth millions of dors swinging from her arm, exuding


    arrogance.


    Seeing Rhett there, Nic’s face soured. “Hob, I see Rhett is also here.”


    Hob’s expression was no less grim. Entering the room, he first nced at Rhett and then at


    Kristin, lying on the hospital bed.


    Feeling anxious and scared, Kristin sat up.


    Rhett instinctively moved forward, positioning himself protectively by Kristin’s bed, casting a low and


    threatening barrier between her and Nic.


    “Rhett, what’s this about? ying the knight in shining armor for this woman?” Nic’s voice had a


    sharp edge. “Do you even know who she is? She was your brother’s fiancée, that little bitch from the


    Turner family.”


    “Years married into the FitzGerald family, and you still haven’t shed that innate coarseness or yourck


    of ss, Rhett indifferently warned Nic to watch her tongue.


    Intimidated by Rhett, Nic didn’t daresh out directly. Instead, she clenched her fists and turned to


    cling to Hob’s arm. “Hob, look at this.”


    Kristin sat on the hospital bed, hands sped tightly, sneaking a nce at Rhett. He was so tall,


    seemingly a true beacon of safety.


    It created an illusion in her mind, that as long as Rhett was by her side, she would be safe from any


    harm. He wouldn’t let anyoney a finger on her.


    “Rhett, do you know that the police have taken your brother away?” Hob frowned and interrogated


    Rhett with a stern look.


    “I was there.” Rhett leaned against the bed, crossing his legszily. “James called the cops.”


    Kristin stayed silent. It was Rhett who had made the call.


    He sure knew how to pass the buck.


    “James?” Nic gritted her teeth with frustration, fully aware Rhett had alerted the police, but she


    couldn’t argue without evidence.


    “Miss Kristin, my son was too impulsive. How would you like to settle this matter? Do you want money


    or something else?” Hob’s gaze settled on Kristin.


    Nic’s face darkened, thinking Rhett was trying to avoid responsibility. She sneered, “Rhett, if you


    hadn’t called the police, what are you doing here? Vincent is your brother. Did you just stand by and let


    this woman call the cops and have your brother taken away?”


    Rhett couldn’t be bothered to engage with Nic.


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    Seeing Rhett wasn’t giving her the time of day. Nic nearly exploded. “Hob, look at Rhett. He did


    it on purpose. Vincent getting locked up is a p in the face for the FitzGerald Group. Our shares will


    surely take a hit. Sibling rivalry and family discordCould only make things worse. Why is Rhett so


    thoughtless?”


    Kristin watched Nic in shock, marveling at how she could turn the table deftly.


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    ncing at Rhett, she knew about his mother’s passing when he was seventeen and Nic entering


    the FitzGerald family shortly after. Rhett was still a minor and must have faced his share of troubles in


    that house.


    Despite the mess of her life, Kristin felt a hint of sympathy for the seventeen–year–old Rhett.


    “The one bringing shame to the FitzGerald family is Vincent, with hisck of upbringing. disregard for


    thew, assault, and brazen behavior,” Rhett saidzily, his chin raised, his jawline sharp, mocking the


    absurdity of Nic’s ims.


    “Father, spare a rod, spoil a child. Without proper discipline, trouble will follow, right?” Rhett was giving


    Hob a nudge, hinting Nic failed to raise her son properly.


    “Rhett, step outside,” Hob said, taking a deep breath and rubbing his temples.


    Kristin watched Rhett anxiously, fearing he might leave.


    “Hob, he’s dooming his brother. Blood is thicker than water. Why the rush to turn on each other?”


    Nic began to cry when Rhett made no move to leave. “Rhett has never liked Vincent. always picking


    on him, and now he’s framing Vincent.”


    “Is that how you see it, Rhett?” Hob frowned with usation.


    Rhett scoffed. It was a prime example of ‘give a dog a bad name and hang him.”


    “Just like you all, he came here asking me to settle privately and drop the charges, but I refused,”


    Kristin said, her hands clenched tightly, mustering her courage to speak up.


    Hob’s and Nic’s gazes snapped to Kristin’s face.


    With those words, Rhett was off the hook.


    Rhett frowned slightly but said nothing.


    “Vincent’s assault and taking his goons to force me are undisputable facts,” Kristin took a deep breath.


    “Lady Nic, after all these years in the FitzGerald family, is this what your education amounts to? A


    son who tramples on thew at will?”


    Nic’s face turned stormy, and she moved to p Kristin. “You little tramp, you have the nerve to talk


    after being in jail for five years?”


    Before Rhett could intervene, Kristin raised her hand, grabbing Nic’s wrist tightly.


    She seemed so frail, yet her wrist tightened, blood seeping through the bandage.


    She gazed at Nic, her voice trembling but fierce, her eyes defiant. “Are you jealous, Lady


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    Nic? Do you want your son to go to Jall, too? Uwful detention, restriction of personal freedom,


    trampling on human rights, instructing bodyguards tomit crimes, deliberate injury, causing


    disability…”


    Nic stared at Kristin in shock, then turned to Hob. “Hob, is she trying to extort us?”


    Hob’s eyes sank as he looked at Rhett, his voice tinged with guilt. “Rhett, what did you put on the


    table that she won’t settle and drop the case?”


    Rhett nced at Kristin and smiled.


    He didn’t let Kristin speak up because he wanted to shield her since she was naturally timid.


    But who would’ve thought that she was looking out for him?


    “Three million.” Kristin piped up before Rhett could say anything.


    Rhett leaned back, giving Kristin a meaningful look. The clever thing about Kristin was that she knew


    her worth.


    “You think cutting yourself a few times is worth three million dors, huh? Dream on,” Nic snapped.


    “You popped out a son and a daughter for the FitzGerald family without raising them properly. and now


    you’re gunning for the FitzGerald Group that Mr. Hob’s, his ex–wife’s, and Lucius‘ have gone all


    out to build? Who’s dreaming on here, you or me?” Kristin gripped the bedsheets tightly.


    She had to fend for herself.


    How long could she cower behind Rhett, passively relying on his protection?


    She must figure out something to tie herself to Rhett to create a mutual interest. They both needed


    each other to be mutually beneficial.


    Only then could she safeguard herself and ensure Rhett would have her back.


    Rhett’s lips curled up slightly. It turned out that she wasn’t such a pushover incapable of fighting back.


    She was mostly quiet, but when she talked, she cut deep.


    “Kristin, are you asking for it?” Nic was enraged.


    “I’ll throw in an extra two million,” Hob interjected coldly, cutting off Nic’s cursing.


    Kristin looked at Hob and shook her head. “Five years ago, I was framed and ckmailed by you


    guys and thatnded me in jail. I’ve learned my lesson. I don’t want your dirty money.”


    Hob frowned, scrutinizing Kristin. “Then what do you want?”


    Kristin’s palms were sweaty as she slowly rxed her fingers and looked up at Rhett. “I want Rhett to


    marry me.”