Chapter 164

Chapter 164Chapter 164
A couple of blood Seeing Madam Jewel lying unconscious with her wrist cut, blood pooling on the
ground beneath her like a small puddle of red paint made Amelia screani again, “Dean! Tommy, get
your asses up here now!” The echo of their sister‘s scream made the two frown, Tommy mumbled,
“What is she freaking out about?” “Let‘s just get up and see what‘s all the fussing is about,” Dean
stated.
A moment later, when they arrived in Madam Jewel‘s room, at first, Dean scowled at his sister, the way
she was sobbing hysterically, and then she pointed her finger at their mother‘s body.
Then his face went cold, and he shouted, “Tommy, call the ambulance!”
A while later, the sound of an ambulance siren was echoing in the premises of the Hayes mansion, and
the EMTs rushed into the house, returning outside a moment later with Madam Jewel on a stretcher,
and Dean helped them lift the stretcher to the ambulance and he looked over to his mother, and then
he saw her lashes fluttered before her eyelids tightened. “Mother,” He called out, but Madam Jewel‘s
eyes remained closed.
“Excuse me, sir. We need to close the door and take the patient to the hospital.” An EMT said.
After frowning slightly at his mother, Dean turned away and walked over to his siblings.
“Are we all riding in the same car to the hospital or not?” Amelia asked, wiping her tears on her
sleeves.
“I am not going,” Dean announced, causing Tommy and Amelia to turn toward him.
“What are you saying?! Our mother is dying, and you choose now to act selfish!” Amelia yelled out
angrily.Narrowing his eyes at his sister, Dean scoffed, “She’s not dying. She’s faking it. I bet she cut her wrist
the second she heard your footsteps coming to your room.”
Without holding back, Amelia raised her hand and slapped him hard across the face, shouting, “You
bastard!”
Dean didn’t react though, and he simply rolled his eyes and scoffed at her as if she were an idiot,
mumbling, “You can beat me all you want. But I am done with mother nonsense.”
As he was about to turn and leave, Tommy asked, “Are you sure she’s faking it?”
“The walls of this mansion are crumbling. We know it… Control is slipping out of her grip, and she
wants it back. You know she will do anything to reclaim it.” Dean replied before walking off.
Staring at her brother, Amelia frowned and said, “Are you coming with me a not?”
“No. I have better things to do to save my ass from this mess that our dear old mom has caused once
again.” Tommy said, sighing before turning around and heading towards the front door.
Frustrated, Amelia stared around at the empty yard, and then she walked over to her car, quickly got in,
started it, and drove down the driveway, following the ambulance to the hospital.
A moment later, Amelia entered the emergency entrance hall where a nurse was waiting patiently, her
hands clasped together, her lips pursed, and she had a deep frown etched upon her forehead.
When Amelia approached her, the nurse cleared her throat and said, “Miss, can you fill out these
papers and sign them before I allow you to see your mother?” She offered a paper.
“Of course. What‘s wrong with my mother?” Amelia frowned, accepting the clipboard and writing down
the information. “She lost a couple of blood. But not much. And she‘s fine. The doctor had bandagedher wound, and he wants to keep her overnight for observation and to monitor her further.” The nurse
replied.
“Can I go in and see her now?” Amelia asked.
When the nurse nodded, Amelia handed over the clipboard back and hurriedly followed the woman
through some double doors. They stopped in front of a room, and the nurse knocked softly and opened
it.
Inside, Madam Jewel sat on the bed, an IV in her vein, and then she slowly looked over at Amelia, her
eyes void of emotion.
“You did this to prove a point,” Amelia‘s mumbled as she approached the bed, sitting on the edge of it.
“A point that only you got.” Madam Jewel whispered, raising
her hand out to caress Amelia‘s face. “My beautiful baby girl… You didn‘t abandon mother.”
Pushing a string of her daughter‘s hair behind her ears, Madam Jewel leaned forwards and pressed a
gentle kiss
against Amelia‘s forehead. A tear slipped from her eye and fell onto the side of her daughter‘s face.
“Do you think I have ruined our family?” Madam Jewel muttered against her daughter‘s skin.
Closing her eyes for a moment, Amelia let out a shaky breath,” If anything, it is Elijah and Peach‘s fault
that our family is ruined. All you have ever done is protect us.”
“Good, girl… Mommy got an assignment for you.” Madam Jewel continued stroking Amelia‘s cheeks,
looking into her eyes sweetly, “Do you think you can do mother a little favor?”For a moment, Amelia held back her tongue, remembering Dean‘s words and what happened to her
other siblings, but as Madam Jewel caressed her cheek lovingly, she couldn‘t stop and blurted out,
“Yes, mother.” Smiling widely at her daughter, Madam Jewel leaned forward to place another lingering
kiss on her forehead. “Good.” She sighed contently, “Remember that I love you very dearly.”
“What should I do?” Amelia asked.
A smile played on Madam Jewel‘s lips, and then she stared away from her daughter, saying, “I have
learned a thing or two from Elijah and Melina‘s messy situation this morning… And it got me thinking…”
Sitting in the backseat of the car with Ryan, Elijah listened quietly as he said, “We will have to do filing
at the civil court with the original will. And then pass through the Pre–trial stage, Trial Stage, and Post–
trial stage before finally, we can get Peach back what Jewel had stolen.”
“That’s a lot of time,” Elijah mumbled, knowing that each day that Jewel and her children have a bit of
power to their name, it’s still dangerous for Peach and his baby.
After a while of silence, Elijah’s phone started buzzing, and he picked it up immediately, seeing that it
was an unknown number.
“Mr. Maxwell… I hope I am not calling at the wrong time.” Mr. Butcher’s voice came through the line.
“I’m not busy right now,” Elijah responded. “What is it, Senator?”
“Well, actually… There are some things that I must speak with you about. Can we meet today at the
Golden Gate restaurant?”
Mr. Butcher asked.
“Sure. I will be there. Give me 20 minutes.”“Alright. See you then.”
After ending the call, Elijah looked over to Dice and said, ” Change route. We are heading to the
Golden Gate Restaurant.”
“Alright, boss.” Dice replied.
After exiting from the freeway, Dice pulled into the parking lot of Golden Gate Restaurant, stopping
along with five other cars.
When Elijah got out, his men swamped around him, moving in
sync with his steps as he made his way to the door. Opening it, Elijah entered inside, followed by his
entourage.
As they walked down the hall, the restaurant staff immediately lined up to greet him, bowing slightly,
and then a lady approached them, saying calınly, “Please come this way, Mr. Maxwell. The Senator is
expecting you.”
Afterward, she turned and guarded them down a hall, and then they walked through a set of double
doors and entered a private room.
Behind the table sat Mr. Butcher, and when he and Elijah‘s eyes locked, he had this nervous glimpse.
“Have a seat, Mr. Maxwell,” Mr. Butcher said after smiling at
him.
Taking his seat, Elijah glanced around the room, and Elijah gazed at Mr. Butcher and questioned him
silently. Seeing the number of men surrounding Elijah in the room, the senator cleared his throat, and
as he reached into his pocket, Matt‘s eyes didn‘t leave the movement of his arm until he pulled out anovelbinblack envelope and said, “I hope there‘s no bad feeling between us from the past.” “I bear grudges
against my enemies. We are not enemies, right Senator?” Elijah said, folding his arms and leaning
back in his chair.
With a faint chuckle, Mr. Butcher shook his head, saying, “Of course not. In fact, I want to invite you to
an event to meet four of my close buddy… Events surrounding you have made them quite interested in
you.”
‘The five,‘ Elijah thought.
Then he picked up the envelope on the table, took out the contents and read it, then put it back down
and asked, “Is Bryan Checks invited to this?”
“This is not my birthday, Elijah. This event is a top–notch affair. Checks are cool and all… But the
guests are quite prominent people in this country. They are all well-respected individuals, and I would
like it if you came.” The senator said, watching Elijah carefully. Glancing at the senator, Elijah sighed
and said, “I cannot accept. Bryan is my plus one. If he‘s not going. Then I‘m not coming.”
“Mr. Maxwell, I can‘t make that happen. The president and…” The Senator cried, pausing when he saw
Elijah stand to his feet.
Then a sigh escaped Mr. Butcher‘s mouth and he looked up at Elijah, who stood over him with a stony
expression on his face, and he spoke, “All right. I understand. I will make some calls and have an
invitation ready to be sent to him.” “That‘s all I asked, ” Elijah said, picking up the envelope from the
table and putting it in his pocket.
As he sat in the dining room with a wine bottle, half full in front of him, Dean wallowed in his feeling,
allowing it to consume him.Then the sound of footsteps approaching brought Dean out of his trance and he looked over towards
the door, seeing Martha looking at him through worried eyes.
“Where have you been?” Dean questioned her.
“Out,” Martha replied, walking over and sitting down across from him, “Looking for our daughter.”
“Did you find her?”
“No.”
Silence fell between them, then Martha broke the silence with, “Why is the house so quiet?”
“Mom thought it was wise to split her wrist to get us to walk in line with her absurd plan,” Dean
answered, grabbing the glass of red wine from the table and taking a sip. “It was stupid of her.”
“Should we move… After everything that has happened, I say, we break away from this mess and start
over, Dean… I love you, but your family is falling apart… Our family has fallen apart, and I can’t keep
doing this.”
“Are you thinking about divorcing me?”
“No-”
“If you can’t do this anymore, then don’t! But just because I am not allowing my mother to lead me, that
does not mean Elijah is not going to pay for every single thing that he’s done.”
“Dean,”
“Leave, Martha!”
Frowning, Martha stood from the chair, clutching her fist slightly, saying, “What about your daughter…”“What about her?” Dean asked, his tone sounding cold and unfeeling.
The airport was a bit chaotic when the announcement came in, “This is the final boarding call for
passengers booked on flight 372A to Bordoria. Please proceed to gate 3 immediately. The final checks
are being completed and the captain will order the doors of the aircraft to close in approximately five
minutes. I repeat. This is the final boarding call for Bordoria. Thank you.”
Frowning, Melina grabbed her suitcase handle, adjusted her cap to cover her shade properly, and then
began to make her way through the terminal.
In less than an hour, the plane took off, and she was seated by the window, staring at the dark sky.
The buzz from her phone made her look down at the screen, seeing her father‘s message, “Where are
you? Your grandmother is in the hospital. Come home now?” “Sorry, dad. I can‘t come back home. Not
until I do what I so desperately want to do right now.” Melina replied as she continued to stare at the
dark sky outside.