Wait, She’s a Billionaire

Sheena immediately packed her things and swiftly returned to Mountville, heading straight for Albert’s mansion at the mountaintop.

George, aware that she was coming back, was already waiting outside the main gate. His eyes were red, a clear sign that he had recently cried.

Frowning, Sheena briskly entered the mansion, questioning George on the way.

“Dad has trouble walking and always uses a wheelchair, plus he has someone pushing the wheelchair for him. How could he suddenly fall down the stairs?”

George wiped away tears, replying, “We still don’t know the cause. Mr. Corey arrived ten minutes ago and is investigating the matter. Mr. Howard is on his way back, and Mr. Noah has already checked on Old Man Lawson’s situation…”

His voice trailed off, crying even harder, his tone choked with emotion.

“The situation doesn’t look good. There’s a blood clot in his head, causing a nerve blockage. Old Man Lawson is old, and his health is already frail. Mr. Noah says surgery will be risky as he might end up in a vegetative state, and it’s uncertain if he’ll wake up again.” This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

Sheena’s chest tightened as she listened.

“Why is this happening…”

George, who was quite aged, cried with genuine sorrow. Having been with Albert for a lifetime, he truly cared for him.

Sheena’s eyes also reddened, but considering her babies, she held back her tears and hurriedly went upstairs. However, just as she reached the door, she saw a figure emerging from Albert’s room.

Sheila’s beautiful eyes were marked with traces of tears, portraying a heartbroken appearance that

could move anyone.

Seeing her here, Sheena was not entirely surprised and smirked.

“You were the one who caught me off guard back then, and it was also you in my dreams, right, Sheila Lawson?”

Sheena had always been curious about Sheila’s background. Moreover, she had always cast a sense of familiarity, and it seemed she had been closely following her activities in Farlem.

It started as a speculation, and when Sheila appeared at the mansion’s gate on New Year’s Eve, she had her suspicions.

With Albert in trouble and seeing Sheila again at the mansion, everything fell into place.

Sheila was stunned by the commentary, and a hint of mockery quickly flashed in her eyes. However, she returned to her innocent and clueless demeanor the next second.

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“What do you mean? Old Man Lawson saved me before, and I’ve always been grateful for him. When I board about his accident, I came to check, that’s all.”

Sheena shot her a cold glance, entered the room, brushed past her, and stopped once again when she roached her

1er tone was indifferent as she taunted, “How long do you plan to keep up this act? Are you waiting for me to surprise me when I sign the inheritance contract tomorrow? Well, I’ve already guessed the ANSWER, SO JUU Won’t catch me by surprise.”

Sheila’s beautiful eyes narrowed, looking confident as if everything was already in her hands.

“Ms. Lawson, no need to wait until tomorrow. However, I believe you’ll still be quite surprised.”

Sheila was obviously hinting at something bigger, and she walked down the stairs in her high heels after having said that.

Sheena kept her gare on Sheila until she disappeared around the corner, choosing to go inside first and check on Albert’s condition.

In the room, Albert lay peacefully, eyes closed, wearing an oxygen mask.

On the bedside table sat a heart rate monitor, and needles were attached to his hand. His head was wrapped in thick white bandages.

Even though the oxygen mask covered half his face, it could not conceal the signs of time etched on his weathered features.

Lauren sat on a nearby chair, and she rolled her eyes dismissively upon Sheena’s entrance, displaying a displeased expression.

Sheena walked over, sat by the bed, and placed her father’s hand in her own, gently caressing his rough skin.

She addressed Lauren, “Get out. I want some time alone with Dad.”

Lauren huffed coldly, said nothing, and left the room.

Once Lauren left, Sheena spoke, “Dad, when you wanted to marry Lauren, I argued with you. But deep down, I don’t blame you. Mom has been gone for so long, and you needed someone by your side. I actually understand that, but Lauren is not a good woman. She’s malicious. You’ve been in a wheelchair all this time, pushed around by her. How could you suddenly fall down the stairs this time? Dad, was it Lauren?”