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Chapter 81 Jane’s Photo
Before anyone could react, an angry roar erupted from nearby,
“Bennett! You’re despicable!”
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The voice belonged to a rugged man who suddenly emerged from the crowd of well–dressed guests. Clad in nothing but a tank top and shorts, his disheveled appearance was in stark contrast to the formal setting.
His eyes were bloodshot as he charged straight at Bennett.
“Weston? What are you doing here? Stop this nonsense!” Sophic exclaimed, her eyes wide with shock.
Ignoring her, Weston York grabbed Bennett by the collar and delivered a solid punch, sending him sprawling to the floor.
The blow was enough to jolt Bennett from his drunken haze.
“Help! Somebody help me! He’s trying to kill me!” Bennett shrieked as Weston raised his fist again.
Security guards rushed forward to restrain Weston, while the hotel staff looked on in alarm.
Alessa, who had been enjoying her birthday celebration, was now frowning at the commotion. This was the last thing she had expected–who would dare book her hotel for a special occasion again?
“Mrs. Alessa,” a manager nervously explained, “this man claimed to be Mr. Read’s nephew. He said he had something important to deliver, so we let him in. We didn’t expect this to happen …
Despite the interruption, she seemed more amused than angry.
“No harm done. Mr. Read, is this truly your nephew?”
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Bennett, still reeling from the blow, scrambled to respond. “Yes, yes, he’s my nephew. But Weston, what are you doing here? You’re supposed to stay at home!”
Weston spat in Bennett’s direction. “Stay at home? If I hadn’t come here, no one would’ve known you’re trying to kill your own mother!”
Bennett’s face turned pale. “What nonsense are you spouting now?”
“Nonsense?” Weston scoffed and turned to Alessa. “Mrs. Alessa, I’ve heard about your reputation for kindness. Please, I beg you, save my great–aunt!”
“Weston, shut your mouth! This is not the place for your nonsense!” Bennett snapped, attempting to drag him away.
However, Alessa’s commanding voice rang out, halting him. “This is my banquet, Mr. Read–you don’t get to decide who stays or goes”
Her sharp eyes locked onto Weston. “Young man, tell me, what’s going on?”
Weston’s expression brightened with hope. He quickly blurted out, “My great–aunt–Bennett’s mother–has been paralyzed for years, suffering endlessly from her condition. Despite all the money he’s made, this ungrateful son has completely abandoned her! He doesn’t even pay for her stay at the nursing home; his daughter Charmaine has been footing the bill.
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“And now that there’s a new medication that could alleviate her pain, he refuses to spend a single cent to help her! She’s in agony and she can’t hold on much longer!”
As he spoke, Weston broke free from the guards and pulled out his phone, displaying a photo from his gallery. His voice choked with emotion as he held it up. “Look, Mrs. Alessa. My great–aunt is younger than you, but she’s already at death’s door!”
“What photo? Weston, Look around! This isn’t a place for you to-” Bennett roared,
But, the words died in his throat when he saw the image on Weston’s phone.
The photo showed a frail elderly woman lying on a hospital bed.
Her face was ashen, etched with deep wrinkles, and twisted in visible pain. Though motionless, the photo captured her agony and suffering.
Bennett’s face twisted in horror. He recognized the image–it was the same one he had once sent to Charmaine. How did Weston get his hands on it?
Panic surged through him, and his eyes darted wildly around the room.
They landed on a corner where Charmaine was leisurely enjoying a slice of cake. She met his gaze with a sweet smile as if mocking him.
She’s insane! How could she smile at a time like this?
“Bennett, open your eyes and take a good look!” Weston bellowed, his voice trembling with rage. “That’s your mother–the woman who gave you life and raised you! And what did you do? You abandoned her! You let her suffer while you live in luxury! Aren’t you afraid of retribution?”
“Lies! How could I abandon my mother?”
Bennett looked around at the other guests anxiously. Moments ago, they had been mingling and exchanging pleasantries. Now, they whispered among themselves, shooting him disdainful looks.
His heart sank, and then he turned to Alessa, whose face had turned grave and stern. A sense of foreboding tightened in his chest.
“Mrs. Alessa, this is all a huge misunderstanding–an enormous one! That man is just a distant relative of mine from the countryside. He doesn’t know anything about my mother’s situation here in Eragos. My mother is staying at a top–notch sanatorium, with the best food, drinks, and even a private caretaker. I’ve done everything I can as a son. He’s clearly been manipulated by someone who’s trying to frame me!” He explained desperately.
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