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“Scott… Scott has been in a car accident and is at the hospital!” Marc said in agony, his voice trembling.
Camila was stunned. A chill spread through her heart. So, this was the way Marc showed his love for his child.
Central Hospital.
Marc walked haltingly as if he had aged ten years in an instant. His face was pale, his eyes brimming with endless worry and anxiety as he frantically asked where his son’s operating room was.
Camila and Connor silently followed behind him.
At the entrance to the operating room, Betty was already waiting there, her face etched with concern. Besides her, several police officers were present.
Marc saw the officers, and his face changed. He realized that this situation might not be so simple. He nervously held Betty’s hand, repeatedly murmuring, “My son…”
Camila scoffed at him. Turning to Connor, she said, “Let’s go.”
At that moment, Tabitha approached leisurely, arm in arm, with a middle–aged man. When she saw Camila, Tabitha’s brows furrowed slightly, her tone carrying a hint of disdain, “What are you doing here?”
Camila ignored her question, her gaze settling on the middle–aged man Tabitha was arm–in–arm with.
“My dear son–in–law, please take a seat. Scott… he’s still in surgery,” Marc grasped Griffin’s hand, his face full of sorrow.
Griffin nodded, his gaze sweeping over everyone before he sat down on a nearby chair. His expression was mostly unreadable, yet it was clear he wasn’t overly concerned about Scott’s condition.
Camila was taken aback. This man was about the same age as Marc and was… Tabitha’s husband!
Connor was also surprised. He had researched Tabitha’s family recently, and Tabitha was still single.
“I need to ask a favor,” Marc said pleadingly to Griffin. “Could you talk to the other suppliers and ask them not to demand immediate payment from Sherrill Supermarket?”
Griffin smiled slightly, his tone cool and detached. “Mr. Marc, you know that in business, interests come first. I’ve already considered the debt you owe me as a wedding gift. As for the rest, I’m really powerless to help.” This text is property of Nô/velD/rama.Org.
“But, we’re family. You can’t just stand by and watch us fail,” Marc urged.
“I’ve decided to stop supplying fresh produce to Sherrill Supermarket starting tomorrow,” Griffin replied with a glance.
“What do you mean by this? Why’re you kicking us when we’re down?” Marc exclaimed angrily, glaring at Griffin.
At that moment, Betty quietly pulled on Tabitha’s sleeve, hinting for her to intervene. However, Tabitha just scoffed coldly, her tone indifferent. “Mom, you know, I’ve married Griffin. How could I harm his family’s interests for the sake of the Sherrill family?”
“You! After all these years, I’ve raised you, fed you, clothed you–how can you say such things?” Marc erupted in anger, his face filled with disappointment as he glared at Tabitha.
Tabitha remained silent, merely giving him a cold glance. She knew what this meant–if Griffin stopped supplying fresh produce, the supermarket’s business would be greatly affected.
Connor leaned close to Camila and whispered, “Didn’t expect to see such a spectacle.”
Camila nodded with a smile. She might as well have been holding a bag of popcorn.
Just then, a police officer approached, holding a forensic report, his expression very serious. “Who is Scott’s family member?” the officer asked, his voice cold.
am his father,” Marc replied.
The officer handed Marc the report. “This is the alcohol content in Scott’s blood, 316.9mg/100ml, which indicates drunk driving. The accident was caused by drunk driving, and the victim’s condition is very
critical.”