Snatched a Billionaire to be My Husband novel Chapter 862

Alton was clearly rattled by Rouston's dire warnings but tried to remain defiant.

"Dad, I don't believe he has the power to threaten our lives," he argued.

But Rouston insisted, "Believe it or not, we have to go to Efren and Georgia now, kneel and apologize, beg for mercy. It's our only chance of saving the family."

"Now? But I'm still injured!" Alton gasped, horrified.

Bandaged and anesthetized, he could barely walk.

The shame of exposing his mutilation tormented him too.

Yet Rouston scolded, "You have no choice. Come with me!"

He fetched a wheelchair and pushed Alton into it despite protests from doctors and nurses.

"His wounds could still be fatal! He can't be moved!"

"Not going means we're all dead anyway," Rouston said grimly, wheeling Alton away.

At another hospital, Georgia lay pale and unconscious after having her stomach pumped.

Though the doctor assured him she'd be fine, his heart ached with worry.

He quickly called Cora, who arrived in minutes with Byron in tow.

"What happened? She was okay last night!"

Cora exclaimed, stricken.

Byron looked equally upset, especially at seeing Efren holding Georgia's hand.

"Food poisoning," Efren explained. "She ate something bad with scum. But they pumped her stomach. She'll recover."

He squeezed Georgia's hand protectively as he spoke.

Byron's glare darkened.

"Scum? You?" He snapped.