Chapter 785 Defending
Brandon
"Thank you so much, Doctor. And I want to thank the donor for being so kind!" Tears were welling
up in Catherine''s eyes as she held the doctor''s hands.
Ever since she lost her beloved daughter, Catherine had been having fears of abandonment. She
had tossed and turned all night since the moment she found out that Luke might pass away.
"Mrs. Turner, it''s our duty to save lives. You don''t have to thank us." The doctor was ustomed to
situations like this one, so he didn''t appear surprised.
While wiping away her tears, Catherine asked, "Is the donor here at the hospital already? I''d like to
see this person and express my heartfelt gratitude."
The doctor shook his head. "Sorry, but we''ve promised the donor not to disclose their information.
But there''s no need to worry. The donor is in good health, and we can perform the surgery soon."
"I really want to thank this kind donor in person." Catherine wanted to ask for more details about the
mysterious donor, but the doctor wouldn''t part with any. He just left to do the rounds.
The donor appeared at the perfect time.
Despite being grateful, Catherine believed that whoever it was, they might''ve wanted something in
return. She had seen a good part of the world and had lived a life long enough to understand
human nature. It was highly improbable that anyone would donate their liver to Luke for nothing.
However, she didn''t have the time to dwell on it too much.
Whatever the donor''s purpose was, it must have something to do with money. The Turner family
was rich anyway, and Catherine didn''t mind giving the donor some money.
She actually intended to give the donor a generous reward after the operation.
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Though it was still winter, these past few days weren''t that cold. Perhaps it was because it was
nearing spring, and the snow was slowly melting. Signs of life, be it nt or critters, were showing
up.
J had been upied designing the gowns for Laney and Garrett. There was a measuring tape
hung on her neck, and a pen in her hand as she attentively polished every detail of the gown.
Seemingly sensing that she was thirsty, Tasha handed her a cup of coffee. "A little coffee break,
ma''am?"
J smiled, taking the cup of coffee from her hand. After taking a sip and turning at a certain
direction, she asked, "What do you think they''re talking about? They''ve been chattering all
morning." "Just some needless gossip. The Turner Group''s stock price is plummeting, and their
CEO, Luke Turner, has been hospitalized due to liver problems. Today''s newspapers and articles on
the Inte are reporting all about it. They''re all saying that the Turner family is on the brink of ruin."
Tasha heaved a sigh. "They used to be so glorious. They dominated half of the entertainment
industry in Barnes, you know."
J wasn''t that interested in this kind of topic, so saying a few remarks, she went back to work.
Suddenly, the discussion between Dalores and the other designers became heated.
"The Turner Group has been having bad luck for the past few years. I''m guessing it''s because they
offended Brandon Larson. He''s a ruthless man, you know, though I suppose that''s what it takes to
get to where he is."
Someone remarked, "I can tell that Mr. Larson is a good husband. He helped us through the crisis
the other day, remember? Needless to say, he really loves J. She''s so lucky to have a husband
like him!"
Visibly displeased, Dalores shouted, "You are not J! How are you so sure that Brandon is a
good husband? Perhaps J is being abused every day at home. You know how rich men are;
they love having mistresses around. It''s highly possible that Brandon has been seeing a number of
other women behind her back!"
Dalores had recently taken over many of Elizabeth''s projects, and some of them offered generous
commissions.
Due to the confidence she earned from all the projects, she became more arrogant. She often
talked down on other designers.
She deliberately raised her voice when she made her ridiculous ims. Clearly, she wanted J
to hear them. Right after Dalores spoke, everyone nced at J.
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Thereafter, J put down her cup of coffee.
Her affable appearance and warmhearted presence usually made people think that she was
harmless. However, after knowing her for some time, all of the employees at W Marks Studio found
out that even though J wasn''t a troublemaker, she wasn''t someone that would let anyone push
her around. There was nobody who could take her on.
She was just like her husband, Brandon Larson, in this aspect.
When they saw J approaching Dalores, everyone looked away and went back their own
cubicles to get back to work.
As Dalores stared into J''s eyes, she showed no sign of guilt for gossiping about thetter''s life
behind her back. She even raised an eyebrow at J and asked, "What can I do for you?"
Upon hearing that, J became even more displeased.
If Sean were to see J right now, he''d probably be stupefied. The look in her eyes were exactly
like Brandon''s.
Seeing as J wasn''t responding, Dalores cleared her throat and asked, "Why are you looking at
me like that? I was merely telling the truth."
"Dalores, you''d better watch your mouth."
J really didn''t want to talk to Dalores, but she couldn''t bear to hear her nder Brandon like
that.
Brandon was nothing like how Dalores described him. He was a gentle and principled man.
"My husband will never stoop down to that level just to act against the Turner family. Besides, The
Larson Group won''t attack the Turner Group for no apparent reason," said J.
Dalores fell silent and her face turned grim.
She nced at J''s bodyguard nearby, and restrained herself, albeit annoyed and dissatisfied.
She then turned to Tasha and asked, "Why haven''t you given me today''s drafts? Tasha! Did you
even do any work?"
Tasha ran over, carrying the drafts in her hands.
After going back to her seat, J took out her phone and checked the news. She found out that
Luke was indeed in the hospital. J then thought of Allie and what she had done.
She gleaned that there must be a connection between the two incidents.