Chapter 517: Only One Can Live

When Sharon Allyson woke up, she felt a blur in front of her eyes, and the scene was so strange that it
was unfamiliar.She tried to sit up, but she felt that her whole body could not use any strength.

Not only that, but she couldn't even make a sound.

At that moment, there was a noise outside the door.

Sharon Allyson closed her eyes in a hurry.

The door was opened and several people came in.

The first thing she heard was Master Proctor's voice, "When will she wake up?"

Evie Rowland said indifferently, "It's not a heavy dose, it should be soon."

Master Proctor snorted, "I can't believe I'm going to have to go through all these hoops just to bring her
back one day."

"It's all thanks to that good son of yours."

Master Proctor was not happy, "Why are you talking about this again?"

"What did I say that was wrong."

"You are so ...forget it, I do not want to quarrel with you.In the slightest of things, old wounds could be
opened"

Evie Rowland looked at the sleeping Sharon Allyson on the bed, the corners of her lips pulled down,
"This time I want to see how much Jameson Proctor can pay for her."



Master Proctor said, "Just follow the plan.You don't want to make a mess.It's not good to irritate him
anyways."

Evie Rowland put her hands around her chest, "You want the Proctor Group, but I naturally have what I
want."

"Anyway, one step at a time."

After a pause, Master Proctor added, "Dean Wilson is still downstairs, I'll go over there before he gets
suspicious."

After saying that, he left with his crutch.

After he left, Evie Rowland added, "It looks like it will be a while before she wakes up, so go back."

Sharon Allyson’'s eyelashes fluttered softly.

No answer was heard, only Evie Rowland's voice continued to ring, "You don't have to feel guilty, it's
what they owe you.I'm just giving you back everything that belongs to you.As long as Jameson Proctor
cooperates, it won't take long for her to get out of here safely"

For a long time, a male voice sounded grimly, "Do we have to do this?"

Evie Rowland said, "The recent situation you do not see clearly enough.Do you really think Jameson
Proctor will let us, the Proctor family, off the hook? Jeffery, I know the Proctor Group is not important to
you, but there are some things that must be held in your hands to have the right to speak."

Jeffery Proctor was silent, not making a sound.

After a few seconds, Evie Rowland continued, "I just hope that after I die, you don't have to live on
anyone's charity and mercy.I want them to beg you.Jeffery, do you understand?"



Jeffery Proctor said, "You don't have to say those words.What use will I have for that after your death?"

"Why do you think Jameson Proctor used such strong tactics to suppress the Proctor family this month,
to the point that even your father is forced to have no one at all in his hands who can be used? To tell
you the truth, that's because he intends to take my life."

"Jameson, he won't."

"Won't?"

Evie Rowland laughed out loud and glanced at Sharon Allyson lying on the bed, "I was going to let
them die together, mother and son, to eradicate them once and for all, but I didn't expect she'd
survive.You think that after my death, he will still keep you, waiting for you to revenge? Even if you
never think of it that way, he will still get rid of you to save himself."

Evie Rowland said, "Between the Proctor family and him, only one can live"

With that, Evie Rowland turned to leave.

After a burst of footsteps, the room returned to silence.

After a moment, Sharon Allyson heard Jeffery Proctor let out a faint, inaudible sigh and maneuver his
wheelchair out of the room.

After the sound of the door closing, Sharon Allyson reopened her eyes.Her strength was gradually
returning.

Although she still couldn't get up, at least her fingers were able to move already.

If she hadn't heard what she just heard, she wouldn't have believed that Jeffery Proctor was involved in
this incident.



But he was clearly not after the Proctor Group, so why would he help them? Sharon Allyson couldn't
understand.

But that wasn't what was important now.

She had just heard Master Proctor say that Dean Wilson was still downstairs.

They must be looking for her.

Sharon Allyson took a deep breath and tried to keep her eyes wide open, focusing all her attention on
her fingers at this moment, moving them harder and harder, little by little.

After God knew how long, she finally managed to sit up.

But her throat seemed to be smoking, and it was difficult to even spit out a word.

She gritted her teeth and stood up holding on to the wall, then casually picked up the glass ornaments
in the room, walked slowly to the window, leaned against it, and threw the things down.

She didn't even have the strength to smash the glass now.

This was all that could be done.

Meanwhile, downstairs.

Dean Wilson was sitting in the sofa, watching from side to side and commenting every now and then,
"Uncle Proctor, you have such good taste.

My dad doesn't have such a good eye as yours, as he just keeps buying useless things at home."



Master Proctor touched his crutch and looked at him expressionlessly, "If you see any you like, it will be
sent to you."

"This ...is not very proper, right?"

"Nothing bad.I'll have it packed and sent straight to your home, thus giving you a ride home as well."

By this time all the guests had left, leaving Dean Wilson alone.He leveraged on his bare-faced nature,
"No rush, no rush.Speaking of which, I haven't visited Uncle Proctor for years.Now that all the outsiders
have left, we can catch up."

At that, Master Proctor's face sank again.

Dean Wilson would neither go nor walk away now.It was Clear bare-facedness.

Master Proctor stood up with his crutch, "Suit yourself.If you like to go sightseeing here, just go
ahead.I'm going to bed now"

Master Proctor did not take two steps before a small sound came from outside the house.

Dean Wilson reacted quickly and immediately rushed over.

Master Proctor's face was cold and sullen, as he looked at his men behind him, who immediately
understood and followed him out.

Dean Wilson arrived at the place where the sound was made, but did not see a sight of any person
except for some broken pieces of glass.

He looked at his men who followed him out and hurried back into the house.

Dean Wilson was just about to go upstairs when Master Proctor stuck his crutch in front of him and
frowned, "You are going too far!"



Dean Wilson laughed dryly, "Didn't Uncle Proctor just say ‘suit yourself’? I'm now suiting myself by
going upstairs for a look, as the sightseeing downstairs is almost done"

"Don't act too rude and disrespectful! I know what's in your mind now.You still think I'm hiding Sharon
Allyson away, right? If you insist on going upstairs to check, you can go there.But I'd like to ask you, if
you don't find her, how will you apologize to me?"

Dean Wilson slowly pushed the crutch away from him, "Take it easy, Uncle Proctor.It's not that I
disbelieve you, but everything has to be seen with our own eyes, isn't it so? If you would be so nice as
to let me check upstairs, I'll be able to excuse myself in front of Jameson Proctor; otherwise, he really
will skin me alive if I'm back with no proper explanations!"


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