The Heiress’ Return: Six Brothers at Her Beck and Call (Wynter Quinnell) novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Wynter Decided to Take Action Herself

It was Wynter. She held the invitation card between her fingers, her eyes cold.

“Go back and tell Mrs. Gibson Senior that we, the Empathy Clinic, will be on time for the appointment. Hopefully, the Gibson family can hold on and won’t get into any trouble.”

“What do you think the Gibson family is? Can we even get into trouble?” George looked as if he had heard a joke.

He was extremely haughty. “Let me tell you, no one in Southdale dares to lay a finger on the Gibson family. The Gibson family is the law of Southdale. You better remember this, young lady.”

“I always remember.” Wynter was eating a sweet, and the look in her eyes darkened.

George only thought that Wynter didn’t know much about the Gibson family. He then left

arrogantly.

Wynter looked at George’s back and slightly squinted her eyes.

George didn’t take his twisted arm seriously in the first place. But after he walked out of the alley and got into the car, his expression suddenly changed.

Why did he feel like he had lost sensation in his arm?

He tried to swing his arm but found that the joints seemed to be completely broken. His arm was so limp, and the joints couldn’t even be connected.

“Hurry! Let’s go home and find Aunt Hilda!” George shouted, breaking out in a cold sweat.

He wondered if he was disabled.

“No. I’m not,” George murmured to himself, looking pale. “Aunt Hilda will definitely heal me!

His driver didn’t know what happened. He turned around and looked at him. “Is something

wrong, Mr. George?”

“Quick! Drive faster!” George yelled anxiously.

From the entrance of the alley, Wynter withdrew her gaze. There was still hostility in her

eyes.

The onlookers were still staring at them. Margaret was obviously looking a little out of

state.

Wynter picked up the shopping bag from the ground and smiled at Margaret. “Let’s go home, Grandma. My friends are still waiting to eat the shrimp that you cook.”

Margaret came back to her senses and replied, “Let’s go home now. Look at me. I’m so forgetfui.”

The crowd was still there. Wynter greeted them while holding Margaret’s arm to help her walk. “Did you buy a pumpkin too, Aunt Ruth?”

“Yeah. That’s right.” Ruth Webb looked a little awkward. “Hurry up and help your grandma to walk home, Wynter. I think she’s worried about something.”