Girl Get Rid Of That Jerk (Williams and Shawn) novel Chapter 169

Allison left the hospital and hurried straight to her law firm, diving into overtime to organize the case materials for London. She planned to take him to get his injury officially recognized as soon as the social security office opened on Monday.

Her afternoon was so hectic that she completely forgot about her promise to meet Joshua that evening.

Joshua's call interrupted her while she was still buried in the case files. "Allie, where are you? I'll come pick you up," he said.

“Huh?” Allison blinked, coming back to the moment. “Oh, I forgot to tell you, I'm pulling a late one at the office.”

“Late? Weren’t you supposed to be out shopping with Olivia and the crew?” Joshua sounded a bit confused.

Allison balanced the phone between her shoulder and ear as she typed away. “Nope, got hit with an urgent case, so I had to rush back.”

“Have you had dinner?” Joshua asked.

“Not yet.”

“I’ll come pick you up for dinner. You can wrap up work tomorrow. It’s already getting late.”

Allison glanced at the clock on her computer. “Alright, I’m here at the office. Just swing by.”

“Okay, hang tight. I'll be there in about twenty minutes.”

“Mm-hmm.”

After ending the call, Allison leaned back, staring at the case files on her screen, lost in thought. London’s case wasn’t particularly tricky, and the odds were in their favor. But his employer’s stubborn streak meant they probably wouldn’t hand over the compensation without a fight. This was a labor dispute, so the first step was arbitration. If the employer wasn’t satisfied, they could still take it to court. The legal process was tedious and time-consuming, and although the outcome seemed promising, London couldn’t afford to wait around.

He needed the money for his treatment, and so did Peyton. Allison had covered some medical expenses today, but it was just a drop in the bucket. The siblings were struggling even with their basic needs.

She rubbed her temples and called the head of a charity organization. Allison donated a million dollars, asking them to prioritize helping London and Peyton. She also sent money to Joy, instructing her to hire a cook to take care of their meals.

Joy called back, overwhelmed. “Two hundred grand! That’s two hundred thousand dollars, Ms. Allison! Not two thousand, not twenty thousand, but two hundred thousand!” Joy exclaimed. “You don’t need nearly that much just to hire a cook!”