Chapter 593 Karma
Avery had told tales about Skylar in the family chat group, framing Skylar as the culprit who forced Thomas to admit his wrongdoings in the past.
As a successful entrepreneur, Thomas was a prideful person. When the scandal went viral on social media, his reputation was totally ruined. Consequently, the family business started going downhill henceforth.
Skylar sat quietly on the hospital bench. Wearing only a thin black wool sweater, her face was as white as a sheet even though the temperature was not very low.
Tobias put his jacket on her, worried that she might catch a cold.
She asked, “Why did they contact you?”
He replied, “They couldn’t reach you, so they called my company. They wanted you to sign the succession rejection agreements and a letter to formally cut off ties with the Jones family.”
Skylar did not know how to respond to that. How ridiculously ironic is this that they’re already scheming while that man isn’t even dead yet!
Finally, the door to the emergency room was opened. A doctor stepped out along with two nurses. Everyone scrambled forward, except for Skylar and Tobias.
The doctor informed the family members, “The patient is out of danger now, but his condition still needs to be monitored. Fortunately, he didn’t consume a large quantity of pesticide. If he was sent any later, the outcome would have been very severe.”
Upon hearing that Thomas was saved, Tobias felt sorry for what Skylar had to put up with at the hospital.
Avery did not rush to see Thomas. Instead, she wailed loudly while walking toward Skylar and pointed her finger at the latter. Avery accused her, “Are you happy now? If it weren’t for you, Dad won’t end up in this state. My career won’t hit rock bottom either. You’ve destroyed my family!”
Skylar maintained her composure. Her gaze was resolute and cold. She believed in karma.
“If you didn’t expose my identity, how could it develop into such a horrible mess? It’s fated. You can’t blame it on me.”
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