Love Began with the First Meeting novel Chapter 593

The person at the other end of the line seemed surprised by her remark. The person paused and then started laughing. "What? You can't make Brian stay so now you suddenly care about his son?" the person asked ironically.

"Drop that tone, I'm not playing." Becky gritted her teeth. "You don't get to talk to me like that!"

The person didn't seem to mind Becky's attitude at all and said," They said Addison was sent to the hospital yesterday due to a vitamin C overdose. They said it was from the orange juice he was drinking..." Then the person paused as if to allow Becky to process the news. "It happened in the restaurant you went to at noon. Becky, think about how this looks. You really are ruthless. You know Addison likes the cake there so you took advantage and did what you had to do. Were our men any good?" the person continued.

"What are you talking about?" Becky asked sternly, "I didn't do it!"

"Hee hee." The person chuckled obviously not giving a crap. "I don't care about your personal life. I'm calling for another reason. I think you should be reminded that the moment Rory agreed to work for me means you're in the same boat too. So in the future if you're planning to do anything stupid, make sure you tell me first. I don't want to have to clean your mess. This ends now. Or else I don't think I have to remind you what's going to happen." After another pause, the person added, "By the way, don't you even think of pulling me into this mess. Once this gets out, your father goes down first."

After a string of shrill laughter, the phone was hung up.

For a while, Becky was unable to speak. She just kept listening. Finally, when the call ended, her body had stiffened from that threat. Her mind was just blank as if she forgot how to think until finally, she figured out what exactly the person was saying.

***

In Empire Hospital.

Mark was still in a coma. It was almost noon. Every minute felt like a year for Molly. Her anxiety and tension were at an all time high.

"Mol, Mark will get through this. He'll be fine," Brian said. His voice was comforting, deep and magnetic like a cello, "Go get some rest. I'll stay here. I won't let anything happen to him."

"Who? Who could have wanted to hurt Mark?" Molly mumbled. Her swollen eyes were still fixed on Mark. "He's just a boy. Why would they want to hurt him?"

Brian's eyes darkened "Whoever did this is going to pay, I'll make sure of it," he said ominously.

Grief and anger veiled the thin air in the ward. After a few courtesy knocks on the door, the vice dean walked in. Both Molly and Brian turned. They were anxious about the results. The vice dean looked at Mark then at Brian. "Mr. Brian Long, the tumor results just came out."

"Is it benign?" Molly sprang up, her voice urgent. It had to be benign. She refused to think otherwise—it was way too cruel.

The vice dean nodded. Molly let out a long breath of relief.

"But..."

Molly fretted again when she heard that word. She'd been up all night—her eyes were red from lack of sleep. She didn't have the courage to ask what else was wrong because she couldn't bear to listen anyway. She just looked at him—her face terrified.