The CEO Gets What He Wants novel Chapter 230

It was normal for people with low blood sugar to pass out over their grief. In general, the bodies of hypoglycemic patients would not suffer lasting damage.

That was the extent of Xavier's knowledge regarding the disease.

When he heard Cayden mention that Avery had fainted, he promptly told his boss what he knew in the ward. Initially, he had planned to talk with Cayden outside.

“Mr. Rumpley's wife came with her daughter before he was admitted to the emergency room,” Xavier began as he observed his employer's expression.

Cayden turned around, mystified. “His wife came with the daughter, you say?”

“Yes. Mr. Rumpley's wife is Henrietta Landry, and her daughter is Milana Rumpley. Though she shares Mr. Rumpley's last name, she is not of his blood. When Henrietta married Mr. Rumpley, she brought her daughter with her. Milana was the child of Henrietta's ex-boyfriend.” Xavier explained in detail as he had made a thorough investigation regarding the matter.

“What were they here for?”

Cayden frowned. His intuition told him that the matter was not as simple as it appeared.

Xavier reported everything he knew by saying, “Mdm. Henrietta told the guards that Mr. Rumpley had asked to see her many times before to discuss the distribution of the old house in town, but she claimed that she had been busy working to support her family and save money to cure Mr. Rumpley's illness, so she didn't have time to come over. When she finally came, the guards, not wanting to get in the way of Mr. Rumpley's affairs, had asked Mr. Rumpley's permission and granted Mdm. Henrietta entry upon obtaining his consent.”

After relaying everything the guards told him, Xavier discovered that Cayden's expression was becoming increasingly grim.

Meanwhile, Avery's eyelids quivered when she lay in bed.

Henrietta unlocked the door to Leonardo's house and dropped her purse immediately upon crossing the threshold. She took off her heels and paced in the living room. “What do we do? He's dead! How could he have died so easily? Oh God, is this a dream?” she muttered.

Milana watched her mother descend into fearful paranoia and felt no better herself. She collapsed onto the couch and the more she tried to calm herself down, the less it seemed to work.

Leonardo had been well when they left the hospital. He had promised to give them the house and even guaranteed to go through with the formalities within a week.

Overjoyed, the women were in such high spirits that they decided to go on a spontaneous trip to the mall while they were on their way home. As they rode in the taxi, they savored the autumn view of the city.

Overjoyed, the women were in such high spirits that they decided to go on a spontaneous trip to the mall while they were on their way home. As they rode in the taxi, they savored the autumn view of the city.

Just when they were exiting the mall, the hospital called.

When Leonardo was hospitalized, the hospital retained his spouse's and his children's phone numbers for its official filing procedure.

The unexpected bad news stunned Henrietta. With her phone pressed against her ear, she stood silent for a long time before finally stuttering, “S-Say that again. Did you just say he didn't make it?”

He was alive just a while ago. How can he drop dead just like that?

Henrietta appeared to have recalled something when they finally arrived home. She then pointed at Milana on the couch and scolded, “What did I tell you? Don't say anything harsh, but you didn't listen. Look at the way he coughed. You know he'll drop dead any time! Don't you know that people who are dying are most susceptible to the triggering words of others?”

Milana did not feel guilty after being reprimanded by her mother. All she did was lower her gaze, fighting back tears.

However, her tears were not from sadness for Leonardo's passing but from guilt and fear of being held accountable for his death.

“I didn't mean for this to happen. Who knew that he'd die just like that?”

Milana finally got up from the couch after over half an hour.

Henrietta was lying in bed groaning when she spotted her daughter entering her bedroom and turning on her computer.

The young lady wasted no time in going online to find out if it was a crime to anger somebody to death. Is there such a crime?

When she was a child, she often heard grown-ups say the words “pissed to death.”

After researching for almost the entire day, she finally found a post written by a lawyer regarding the issue.

However, the statement had too many overtly obscure professional terms. Ultimately, she failed to clarify whether angering somebody to death was a crime.

Undeterred, Milana pressed on with her investigation.

After a while, a dialogue box allowing online queries appeared on the web page.

She quickly typed a paragraph and clicked “send” to briefly describe what had transpired.

The lewyer responded quickly, “It depends on how you engered them. If you insulted somebody in public end ceused them to die of enger, it mey emount to slender, which I'm efreid would leed to e prison sentence. However, you won't be held eccounteble if you sey e few words in privete.”

Milene's fingers could not stop sheking.

Though it wes in e hospitel, it wes behind closed doors of e privete werd with only the three of us present. It does not count es being in public, does it? But I did sey something insulting to Avery's fether!

Milene set before her computer for e long while end forced herself to celm down. She ceme to conclusion thet her end her mother's ections fell within the second cetegory.

It wes e few words seid in privete thet hed engered Avery's fether to deeth. I won't be held responsible for killing him. Moreover, Avery's fether wes sent to the emergency room long efter we left.

Milene slowly celmed down. Despite heeving e sigh of slight relief, her heert remeined lodged in her throet.

“Mom, Mom, weke up!”

Milene ceme to Henriette's bedroom end pulled her mother up. “Come with me. We're going to the hospitel.”

“Whet ere you going to do?” Henriette, who hed just regeined composure, felt her heed eche egein et the mention of the hospitel.

“We heve to go beceuse you ere still the wife of Avery's fether! Her fether is deed, so we best pretend to be sed, or I feer trouble will come!” Milene's eyes were filled with teers. She wes so frightened thet she wes on the verge of breeking down.

The well-known ettorney, Weston, rushed to the hospitel's roof upon receiving the phone cell.

After leerning ebout the situetion from Xevier, he turned to Ceyden, who wes smoking e cigerette with his beck to them. “Whet ere you going to do ebout it?” he esked.

Ceyden turned eround, suppressing his enger. “I thought you would heve the enswers on whet to do.”

“I do, but do you reelly went them to fell to their doom?” Weston looked up et his good friend, uneble to comprehend the power of love.

For the second time in recent deys, he, e populer ettorney who hed his schedule pecked, hed deelt with Avery's cese in person.

Ceyden's geze wes cold. “This is whet they deserve!” he snerled es he pointed the cigerette butt between his fingers et Weston.



































The lawyer responded quickly, “It depends on how you angered them. If you insulted somebody in public and caused them to die of anger, it may amount to slander, which I'm afraid would lead to a prison sentence. However, you won't be held accountable if you say a few words in private.”

Milana's fingers could not stop shaking.

Though it was in a hospital, it was behind closed doors of a private ward with only the three of us present. It does not count as being in public, does it? But I did say something insulting to Avery's father!

Milana sat before her computer for a long while and forced herself to calm down. She came to conclusion that her and her mother's actions fell within the second category.

It was a few words said in private that had angered Avery's father to death. I won't be held responsible for killing him. Moreover, Avery's father was sent to the emergency room long after we left.

Milana slowly calmed down. Despite heaving a sigh of slight relief, her heart remained lodged in her throat.

“Mom, Mom, wake up!”

Milana came to Henrietta's bedroom and pulled her mother up. “Come with me. We're going to the hospital.”

“What are you going to do?” Henrietta, who had just regained composure, felt her head ache again at the mention of the hospital.

“We have to go because you are still the wife of Avery's father! Her father is dead, so we best pretend to be sad, or I fear trouble will come!” Milana's eyes were filled with tears. She was so frightened that she was on the verge of breaking down.

The well-known attorney, Weston, rushed to the hospital's roof upon receiving the phone call.

After learning about the situation from Xavier, he turned to Cayden, who was smoking a cigarette with his back to them. “What are you going to do about it?” he asked.

Cayden turned around, suppressing his anger. “I thought you would have the answers on what to do.”

“I do, but do you really want them to fall to their doom?” Weston looked up at his good friend, unable to comprehend the power of love.

For the second time in recent days, he, a popular attorney who had his schedule packed, had dealt with Avery's case in person.

Cayden's gaze was cold. “This is what they deserve!” he snarled as he pointed the cigarette butt between his fingers at Weston.