Return of the Crowned Heiress novel Chapter 127

The doctors rushed in, and the once-quiet corridor erupted into chaos.

"As long as I'm alive, you'll never set foot in the Lawson residence again!"

Those were Matthew's words.

Kayla couldn't help but snicker to herself, "That old bastard is better off dead!"

As Arnold pushed Matthew's bed toward the emergency room, he caught a glimpse of Kayla and noticed the fleeting malice in her eyes. He was taken aback.

But the next second, Kayla resumed her innocent facade and had tears welling up in her eyes. Her expression was full of concern and guilt.

It felt like a trick of his imagination.

"Arnie, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have been so straightforward and triggered Mr. Lawson Senior..."

Arnold, drained of energy and not bothered to comfort her at this moment, simply replied, "You should leave. My grandfather doesn't want to see you."

"Arnie—"

"Leave!"

With the force of his command, Kayla finally turned to go, though she did glance back several times.

The light above the emergency room was on for four long hours.

Arnold stood guard at the door, refusing to budge.

During this time, Mike had arrived. Upon seeing Arnold's bloodshot eyes, he smirked sarcastically. "What are you crying about? Isn't this all your fault?"

"You'd better shut up. I don't want to argue with you right now!" Arnold's expression darkened as he glared at Mike, and he emanated an imposing presence.

But the next moment, his fierce demeanor crumbled as Mike landed a solid punch on his face.

Mike's tone was even more menacing. "Listen up, kid. You're my nephew, and I'm your uncle! Do you understand?"

Mike was taken aback. He hadn't realized that the once-vibrant Matthew, who had ruled with an iron fist, had now become so frail. His hands were covered in wrinkles, resembling the bark of an old tree that was dotted with dark spots.

"Dad."

Mike hesitated for a moment but eventually took Matthew's hand, reassuring him, "You'll be fine. I'll get the best doctors and the best care for you. You'll recover."

"I'm not talking about that. You know what I mean." Matthew shook his head, a bitter smile on his lips.

"When I forced Sandra's mother, Valentina, away, you hated me for many years. When I was in the emergency room just now, I wondered if I... had made a mistake."

Mike replied with a hint of exasperation, "Dad, I've explained it to you countless times. Valentina is not Sandra's mother. I've long since moved past those old grievances."

Matthew blinked in surprise. "Then who is Sandra's mother..."

"Sandra is a child I had two years ago with another woman when I got drunk," Mike said awkwardly, rubbing his nose. "I still haven't found her to this day..."

Matthew coughed a couple of times before scolding him, "You little rascal! Why didn't you tell me sooner?"