Chapter 328


    “No! No! Don’t lie to me, Gideon! Tell me what the hell is going on! Don’t lie to me!” Gemma shouted


    frantically, her eyes wide as she glowered at her brother. Left unbandaged, the scars and wounds on


    her face looked jarring under the lights as they pulled and twisted at her skin. Even the doctors were


    having a hard time taking in the sight of her.


    As the doctors tried to pin her down, she iled her arms and struggled wildly, knocking away the


    syringe that was filled with the sedative. “Why do I have to leave Bradfort City, Gideon? Why? I want to


    know why!” she yelled. “None of you have any problem with me being with Tony, so why are you


    making me leave?”


    The vein near Gideon’s brow throbbed as the patience drained out of him and his face darkened at his


    sister’s hysterical fit. When she reached out to p away the doctor’s hand once more, he abruptly


    shouted, “That’s enough!”


    She jumped in shock and her cries died down as she gaped at him. He gritted his teeth as he


    continued, “Do you know why you have to leave? It’s because Tony and the rest of the Hart Family


    don’t want you to stay in the city and get in the way of his rtionship with Myra! Did you really think


    they would forgive you after you crashed your car into his and had him hospitalized? Don’t kid yourself!


    The Hart Family has made it clear that they will be pressing charges against you unless you leave


    Bradfort City! And if they do, you won’t just be charged for reckless driving—you’d be charged for


    attempted murder!”


    “But, I wasn’t trying to murder him!” Shocked by Gideon’s words, Gemma began to stammer, “I-I admit


    that I lost control, but that’s only because Tony said he was going to kill me. I couldn’t stand that he was


    being cruel to me and I hated that he was defending that woman. I lost my mind and I tried to knock


    him down with my car, but I didn’t mean to do it! I-I just wanted him to be nice to me—”


    “What did you just say?” His eyes widened as he reached out to grab her by the wrist. “Did you just say


    that Tony wanted to kill you?”


    “No, no!” she denied vehemently, shaking her head as she grew terrified of her brother’s demanding


    tone. “He was only trying to get me to stop harassing him and Myra, but I was angry and upset! He got


    into his car and he was driving away when I saw how gentle he looked while he was on the phone.


    That was when I knew he was speaking to that woman and I was ovee by jealousy. I lost control


    and I tailed after his car…”


    She trailed off at the memory of the crash. Aggravated, she began to furiously shake her head. She


    wanted to reach up to bury her face in her hands, but her hands were numb with pain. “I’m so angry,


    Gideon! I hate this! Why am I not the one standing next to Tony? Why does Myra get to have him?


    Why?”


    Gemma was starting to sound like a broken record. Gideon clenched his jaw as a hard look passed


    over his face. After what seemed like a long moment, he sighed in exhaustion and answered, “Look,


    just do as you’re told. Go abroad with Mom andy low for a bit. We’ll let youe back once this


    whole thing has blown over.”


    When he saw that she was still manic, he turned to give the doctors a meaningful look. Then, he


    promised bitterly, “Gemma, we will make them pay for all the pain and suffering they’ve put you


    through. I promise.”


    Having been signaled by Gideon, the doctors pinned the girl down on the bed and administered the


    sedative. It wasn’t long before the hospital room quieted down once more. He watched as his sister


    slept peacefully and his face grew stormy.


    It was evident that Gemma had not meant to crash into him since she had been provoked into doing


    so. However, he hated that there was no way for him to get back at the Hart Family and to make things


    worse, he had to tread carefully if he wanted to get through this whole mess unscathed. However, there


    was one thing he knew for sure—he would make them pay for the turmoil that the Walton Family had


    experienced all this while.


    …


    Meanwhile, in Tony’s hospital ward, Shawn was solemnly eyeing his brother wearing a cast as he


    asked, “Are you sure that whatever the woman sent you was real?” He had a phone in his hand and


    there were a couple of images that were disyed on the screen, most of which contained charts and


    statistics.


    Tony was impassive as he answered, “I’m not.”


    Shawn frowned, looking pensive. He kept his phone and pulled out the chair next to Tony’s bed. Then,


    he sat as he responded, “I’ll keep looking into this, no matter what. The Walton Family seem to be up to


    something, so keep your guard up.” Then, he added as an afterthought, “Gemma, in particr, is a


    time bomb. Grandpa might have banished her from the city, but knowing her, she would definitely put


    up a fight.”


    “You don’t say,” Tony drawled before he reached over to take a slice of pear from the tter on the


    bedside table.


    Shawn was about to reach for a slice as well when the entire tter was taken away from him. He


    stared at his hand, which was frozen in mid-air, and was rendered speechless for a moment. “Did Miss


    Stark slice the pears for you?”


    “How insightful of you,” Tony said sarcastically before he bit into an apple slice. “Get your woman to


    slice fruits for you and stop stealing from my te.”


    Shawn chuckled because he knew that Estelle would rather slice him up than give him apple slices. He


    nced at his watch. Upon seeing the time, he raised a brow and announced teasingly, “Right, I won’t


    bother you lovebirds anymore. I have to go and check on Estelle. She has to film a scene tonight.”


    “It’s not some steamy, erotic scene, is it? What kind of scene takes ce in the middle of the night?”


    Tony asked insouciantly.


    Shawn’s face darkened when he heard that and he retorted with dark amusement, “You know, I could


    always stay here and take care of you so Miss Stark can take a break. She must be worn out from


    taking care of you for the past couple of days.”


    “Whether or not she’s worn out is none of your concern.” Tony raised his brow and shot his brother a


    pointed look.


    Shawn merely sighed in resignation as he rose from the chair, “She’s pregnant now. You should take


    good care of her and stop being so grumpy in front of her.”


    “You can see yourself out,” Tony quipped indifferently, his face devoid of expression.


    Shawn shook his head, then turned to leave the room. It wasn’t long after he left when Myra entered


    with a bag full of take-out containers.


    Tony raised his brow at that sight. Then, he turned his gaze away from her, pretending as though he


    hadn’t seen her at all. In fact, he looked as though he could be sulking. Myra smiled pleasantly as she


    sauntered over to him. She took out the containers and ced them on the bedside table, saying,


    “Estelle and I passed by a hotel on our way here, so I went down and grabbed you dinner.”


    Upon hearing that, Tony frowned in disgust and replied icily, “I’m not hungry.”


    “Oh, well then. I guess I’ll just have to eat all these by myself.” With that, she opened up the containers


    and spooned rice for herself before she dug into the side dishes. As though she was impressed by the


    dishes, she grinned happily at the meal.


    He gritted his teeth at this, fuming at the woman sitting before him. He was incredulous at how she


    came and went as she pleased and he couldn’t believe the audacity she had to return with a take-out


    meal. Lisa had been the one to ask the kitchen to prepare and deliver his meals for the past couple of


    days. But now, I’m stuck with a woman who not only refuses to prepare meals for me, but has resorted


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    to bringing me take-out! She didn’t even bother going home to ask the kitchen to make my meals!


    He suddenly barked stiffly, “Come here.”


    Myra looked at him in confusion. “You just said you weren’t hungry.”


    Tony knew she was feigning innocence and she was deliberately aggravating the situation. He raised


    his brow once more and tried to hide his amusement as he pointed out coldly, “They just put me on an


    IV. Shall I take it out and walk over to you myself?”


    Myra sighed to herself when she heard that. He’s no fun. Then, putting down her bowl and utensils, she


    shuffled over to him and mumbled, “What is it?”


    She had only just stopped by his bedside when he abruptly wrapped his arm around her waist and


    before she could react, he pulled her into his embrace.


    Just then, the door to the suite opened with a click and Myra’s face flushed in embarrassment. She


    tried to straighten her posture, but the man under her refused to let go. His arm tightened around her


    waist, but he was careful not to hurt her as he pressed her against him. He looked up at the door and


    his deep voice rumbled next to her ear as he asked curtly, “What is it?”


    She stiffened before she turned to look at the doorway.