Unemployed Family? Hidden Tycoons Dote On Her novel Chapter 533

"That sounds about right," Calvin replied, feeling somewhat relieved. "They're the ones who showed no mercy and hurt Harper like that."

"Just keep a low profile these next few days, Calvin. I've got this weird feeling that girl has been way too quiet lately." Freya couldn't shake off a growing sense of unease.

Calvin was both surprised and annoyed. "Harper's already in this state—what else could she possibly want?"

Freya shook her head slowly. "You don't really know her. Just watch your back, okay?"

"Alright," Calvin agreed, though he still felt uneasy. "Got it."

Come to think of it, he remembered the way Arabella had looked at him during the charity gala—there was something in her eyes that sent a chill down his spine, though he couldn't quite put his finger on why.

"And keep an eye on the Johnstons too," Freya added with a warning tone. "Let's not give them another chance to pull any shady moves on us."

Calvin's expression turned more serious. "Understood."

*****

Upstairs in another wing of the hospital, inside a private patient suite, Dylan was sitting up in his hospital bed, devouring a roasted chicken leg.

"Slow down, would you? Nobody's going to steal it from you." Watching him wolf it down, Sarah worried he might choke.

After forcing down the mouthful, Dylan complained, "Mom, you have no idea what it was like in there. Now that I'm finally out, I need to catch up on all the good food."

"I'm not saying you can't eat," Sarah replied affectionately. "Just take it slow so you don't hurt yourself."

"Fine," Dylan muttered before taking another huge bite.

"From now on, every meal will have plenty of protein. We'll get you back to your healthy weight in no time—look how much weight you've lost these past few days." Sarah's tone then sharpened. "That Arabella really doesn't know when to stop."

"Mom, how does Arabella have such a well-connected brother anyway?" Thinking back to the humiliation he suffered that day, Dylan felt a wave of frustration.

"It's probably that fool Carter's fault. When he looked into that girl's background before, he clearly didn't do his homework," Sarah remarked sarcastically. "No wonder the Macdonald family fell apart and had to change their name to Snow. Bunch of amateurs."

"So what do we do now?" Dylan frowned. "First, there was that whole weird situation with Matthew, and now she's got this powerful brother backing her. Does that mean I got beaten up for nothing?"

"Ugh." Sarah's expression darkened. "Your father and I will figure something out."

The situation was definitely tricky now. They'd already crossed Matthew, and with Mr. Harrison now in the picture, things were only going to get harder.

"So what about me? Do I have to live in this hospital forever?" Dylan whined.

"Just hang in there a little longer. Stay here for a few more days," Sarah urged gently.

"But I'm not even sick! It's miserable in here—how is this any different from being locked up?" Dylan grumbled.

Sarah quickly hurried to the door, cracked it open, and glanced both ways down the hallway to make sure no one was around. Letting out a relieved sigh, she turned back to Dylan. "Don't talk like that. You know you're in a delicate position right now."

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