Chapter 320


    Chapter 320 Psychopath


    Linda noticed that Anaya was looking at the man in the wheelchair. She smiled and said, "Ms. Dutt, Jared is still by


    the side. If you stare at his brother like this, aren''t you afraid that Hearst will be jealous?"


    Cristian Helms was Hearst''s younger brother. Anaya had seen his photo yesterday.


    The skinny man had a feminine appearance and looked weak.


    Hearst hadn''t told her about Cristian''s situation before, but now that they met, she knew that he couldn''t walk.


    She was a little curious about the reason, but it was impolite to directly ask about this matter, so she temporarily


    put this question aside.


    "You can just call me Ana," Anaya retracted her gaze and smiled at Linda. "Jared is not stingy. He won''t be jealous


    because of this kind of thing."


    She automatically ignored what that green-eyed monster had done in the past.


    Next, Linda asked about Anaya''s family. The other men present were mostly silent. Only Hearst''s father, Kolten


    Helms, would asionally interrupt.


    During this period, Anaya always felt that Cristian was looking at her, but every time she turned her head, she


    found that he was quietly teasing the kitten on hisp.


    After a few times, Anaya suddenly noticed that the cat was dying. If it didn''t asionally move its tail, Anaya would


    even think that it was dead.


    America and Canada had a ten-hour time difference. After chatting for a while, the maid came over to inform them


    to have lunch.


    Anaya stood up and wanted to help wheel Cristian.


    Before her hand touched the wheelchair, Cristian red at her fiercely.


    This time, Anaya was sure that Cristian didn''t like her.


    Linda had been paying attention to Anaya. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was abnormal, she


    quickly came over and grabbed the handle of the wheelchair.


    "Ana, let me do it. Although Cristian looks thin, he is actually quite heavy. You and Jared go first."


    After she finished speaking, Cristian wheeled himself and slid away.


    After breaking free from Linda''s restraints, he immediately ordered the maid standing at the side,


    "Wheel me."


    His tone wasn''t very friendly, and it was obvious that he didn''t want Linda to wheel him.


    Linda seemed to want to reprimand him, but since Anaya was present, she held it back. "Ever since he


    was injured, he has had a bad temper. Don''t take it to heart."


    "It''s okay. I can understand."


    The group entered the dining room. Anaya noticed a mixed-race woman sitting at the long solid wood


    table.


    She was tall and had exquisite and thick makeup on her face.


    She was mboyant and aggressive.


    Anaya had seen her once at home.


    She was La.


    The woman who imed to be Hearst''s fiancée was exposed on the spot by Hearst.


    Without waiting for her to ask why La appeared here, Hearst asked this question for her, "Why is


    La here?"


    Linda clearly understood Hearst''s dislike for La and quickly replied, "I''m not sure. I didn''t tell her


    about you and Anaing over today."


    Just as she finished speaking, Cristian, who was sitting in the wheelchair spoke, "I asked La to


    come over. We don''t have enough cooks at home today, so I asked her toe and help."


    Hearst looked at him with cold eyes. "La doesn''t know how to cook."


    Cristian snorted, and a provocative smile appeared on his gloomy face. "La just learned to cook.


    Couldn''t she?"


    Hearst narrowed his eyes and did not speak.


    Seeing that he was unhappy, Linda quickly patted Cristian on the shoulder, indicating him to shut up.


    Then she looked at Hearst with a smile on her face.


    "Jared, Ana has been on the ne for so long. She should be hungry. Let''s eat first. Don''t spoil our


    mood because of these unimportant things."


    She stood in front of Cristian, obviously protecting him, worried that Hearst would do something to him.


    Anaya saw this and finally understood why she had a strange feeling since she hade here.


    Apart from Cristian, everyone here had a smile on their face, but there was a sense of alienation and


    indifference. It was as if Hearst was not from this family at all.


    She and Hearst were excluded from these people.


    Anaya suddenly remembered that when Hearst confessed to her about his past, he said that he


    "escaped" from home.


    It seemed that his rtionship with his family was not good.


    Or rather, it was extremely bad.


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    Otherwise, it would be impossible for Hearst to wander around alone when he was young and set up


    Prudential Group alone.


    She just learned some of his past from Hearst''s few words.


    But just the tip of the iceberg was enough to let her know how hard his life had been when he was


    young.


    When she thought about how the Helms family didn''t save him at that time, she couldn''t help but feel a


    little angry, and her impression of the family immediately worsened to the lowest point.


    Hearst didn''t respond to Linda''s apology. He indifferently held Anaya''s hand and walked towards the


    dining table.


    When La saw the two holding hands, a vicious look shed through her eyes.


    When they passed by her, she stood up and said to Hearst with a smile, "Jared, I reserved a seat for


    you. You can sit here."


    She only called Hearst and deliberately called him intimately just to anger Anaya.


    However, Hearst did not even look at her and walked past her directly.


    The smile on La''s face instantly froze. She could not believe that Hearst would not show her respect in front of


    so many people.


    Her face was dark, and she sat down stiffly.


    Hearst picked a seat furthest away from La and sat down. Anaya guessed that he probably did not want La


    to get too close to him, which made her ufortable. Her heavy heart felt slightly better.


    Anaya deliberately teased him, "Mr. Helms, La heard that you came back and especially came to see you. Are


    you not going to be close to her?"


    Hearst nced at her indifferently. "Then I''ll go over, OK?"


    "Don''t you dare!"


    Hearst had been expressionless since he came to the Helms'' ce.


    At that moment, he finally had a smile, and his expression was full of indulgence. "I don''t dare."


    After he said this, Anaya felt at ease in her heart, but La''s eyes sank.


    Anaya asked Hearst this kind of question clearly for La to see.


    La gritted her teeth and did not say anything else.


    The maid wheeled Cristian over to La and stopped. La saw the cat on hisp and hid to the side in disgust.


    "Why did you bring this out again?"


    Cristian gently stroked its soft fur. He was so affectionate that it was like he was caressing his lover. "I like her to


    be by my side."


    La couldn''t help but curse in a low voice, "Damn pervert." People outside often saw Cristian take cute kittens


    and puppies out for a walk, and they all thought that he was a caring man.


    But those who were familiar with him knew that he was a psychopath with a mental illness.


    His biggest hobby was to feed chronic poison to cats or dogs, bring them with him, and watch their lives slowly


    shorten.


    At first, La thought that Cristian was close to animals, but after  knowing this, she almost died of disgust.


    If he were not Hearst''s younger brother, she would probably be disgusted to the point that she was unwilling to


    speak to him. Cristian stroked the dying cat on hisp, again and again, muttering to himself, "It''s just a little


    chronic poison. It''s fine. It''s fine."


    Hearst had taken the poison for several months in a row, but wasn''t he still alive and well now?