Chapter 231 Apologizing After Death
Hector knelt before Deborah and Joseph, attracting the attention of passersby in the hospital corridor as they all
gathered around to watch the spectacle.
Hector looked at Deborah, his voice trembling, “Can I have a word with you, Ms. Shepherd, in private?”
Jeff, who followed behind, hurriedly stepped forward and advised, “Old Mr. Mullen, please don’t be like this. If there’s
anything you want to say, we can talk to Ms. Shepherd calmly.”
Deborah followed behind Joseph, remaining silent.
Joseph looked at the person in front of him with a cold gaze, not even bothering to say hello.
Under the watchful eyes of everyone, Hector knelt down before Deborah.
Joseph didn’t feel pity for the person in front of him; instead, he felt that this situation was putting Deborah in a difficult position, leaving her with no solution.
It made her seem heartless even to refuse.
People began to point and whisper in our direction, engaging in hushed discussions.
“How could they make an elderly person kneel like that? What’s wrong with these young people?”
“Not even rushing forward to help the person up, that’s really not right.”
Seeing that Deborah didn’t respond, Hector insisted, “I just want to say a few words. Ms. Shepherd, would it be convenient for you to join me in the lounge for a chat?”
Deborah finally spoke up, “It’s not convenient. Whatever you have to say, just say it here.”
Hector could see the wariness on Deborah’s face, but he couldn’t understand why.
“Ms. Shepherd, please don’t worry. I just want to have a brief chat with you. Just a few words, that’s all. I’m an old man, and I don’t have the ability to harm you.”
Joseph tightened his grip on Deborah’s hand, showing no intention of letting go.
Let Deborah and Hector have a private chat. Even if Deborah agrees, he won’t..
He laughed sarcastically. “No guts? It seems you’ve forgotten how you caused Deborah to lose her child. Every blow you struck her, every grandchild you killed, that was all your doing.
The crowd that gathered around to watch the commotion suddenly let out a collective sigh.
It seems that the grandfather-in-law has beaten his granddaughter-in-law to the point of miscarriage.
To Hector’s surprise, Joseph spoke so straightforwardly.
Hector looked embarrassed. “I didn’t bring any bodyguards with me today. It’s just me, wanting to chat with Ms. Shepherd for a bit.”
His words would have been better left unsaid. By speaking them, he inadvertently admitted that he had brought bodyguards with him to cause the miscarriage of Deborah’s unborn child.
The onlookers were even more excited, and quite a few people were astonished.
“Oh my goodness, how could a grandfather-in-law hit his granddaughter-in-law? And to the point of causing a miscarriage, is this even something a human would do?”
Hector really had no other choice. Secing Ashton so disheartened, he knew that the root of his troubles lay with
Deborah.
Hector wanted to ask Deborah to accompany Ashton and give him some guidance.
Encourage him to cooperate with the treatment. After completing the tumor removal surgery and bone marrow transplant, if everything goes smoothly, he should pay close attention to his health.
Don’t do that anymore, stop ruining yourself time and time again.
Considering that Deborah would most likely be unwilling, Hector chose to kneel down and ask for her help directly in such a public setting.
Thinking about all the people watching, Deborah might not be able to save face and would probably agree to it.
No matter what, he must ask Deborah to save his grandson.
But now, the brief conversation between Joseph and him had exposed Hector’s most unbearable past.
Presenting those gruesome facts right in front of the public eye.
The onlookers began to change sides one after another.
“What kind of grandfather-in-law is this? If it were me, I wouldn’t care if he knelt before me or begged for his life, I would still make him get as far away from me as possible!”
“What? You must be joking! He killed my child, and if his son doesn’t avenge me, I’ll make sure their entire family goes down with us!”
“Hah, bad luck! There really are all sorts of people in this world, the longer you live, the more you see!”
Hector knelt on the ground, feeling an unbearable weight on his back.
The weight of his past mistakes and sins, along with the accusations and insults he should have faced long ago, suddenly pressed down on him, leaving him breathless.
Yes, even now, he thought of asking Deborah for help, but did he even have the right to ask?
What right did the Mullen family have to ask for anything?
The person in charge of the institution quickly rushed over and dispersed the gathered crowd.
With no one else around, Hector still remained kneeling on the ground.
His body seemed to sway precariously, like a withered leaf about to fall in the wind.
Ashton had lung cancer, and with his old bones already riddled with ailments, it seemed he wouldn’t last much longer.
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