The doctors rushed in, and the once-quiet corridor erupted into chaos.
"As long as I'm alive, you'll never set foot in the Lawson residence again!"
Those were Matthew's words.
Kayla couldn't help but snicker to herself, "That old bastard is better off dead!"
As Arnold pushed Matthew's bed toward the emergency room, he caught a glimpse of Kayla and noticed the fleeting malice in her eyes. He was taken aback.
But the next second, Kayla resumed her innocent facade and had tears welling up in her eyes. Her expression was full of concern and guilt.
It felt like a trick of his imagination.
"Arnie, it's all my fault. I shouldn't have been so straightforward and triggered Mr. Lawson Senior..."
Arnold, drained of energy and not bothered to comfort her at this moment, simply replied, "You should leave. My grandfather doesn't want to see you."
"Arnie—"
"Leave!"
With the force of his command, Kayla finally turned to go, though she did glance back several times.
The light above the emergency room was on for four long hours.
Arnold stood guard at the door, refusing to budge.
During this time, Mike had arrived. Upon seeing Arnold's bloodshot eyes, he smirked sarcastically. "What are you crying about? Isn't this all your fault?"
"You'd better shut up. I don't want to argue with you right now!" Arnold's expression darkened as he glared at Mike, and he emanated an imposing presence.
But the next moment, his fierce demeanor crumbled as Mike landed a solid punch on his face.
Mike's tone was even more menacing. "Listen up, kid. You're my nephew, and I'm your uncle! Do you understand?"
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