Chapter 307
Those who had truly messed up and caused harm hever took a moment to reflect on their
actions. Instead, they shamelessly shifted the blame onto others, acting as if they were always the victim.
It had been no different with Harvey or with Kayla. Kayla never acknowledged her wrongdoings, even when she had the blood of two people on her hands.
After being thoroughly scolded by Felicia, Harvey completely lost it. Despite his tied hands, he flailed and lunged at her, desperate to land a hit.
But Felicia, calm and collected, simply kicked him away.
With a loud crash, he tumbled backward, knocking over a stack of items behind him. He ended. up sprawled in a pile of bottles and jars, groaning in pain and unable to get up.
“Felicia! You’ll regret this soon enough! When I get back to Khogend, I’ll make sure your Union Clinic is wiped off the map! I’ll tear you apart piece by piece! You’ll pay back every penny Harmony Medical Center lost!”
Lying on the floor, Harvey screamed and cursed, his rage pouring out in endless threats.
Felicia, however, found it all amusing,
The Harmony Medical Center was burned down, and even an idiot like Harvey had to realize that whoever was behind it had serious power–far beyond what the Walsh family could handle. But instead of facing the real culprit, Harvey chose to target Felicia, someone he saw
as an easy victim.
It was pathetic..
By blaming her, he could mask his own fear and incompetence. He was spineless, all bark and no bite. So Felicia let him rant. She sat there, completely unfazed, waiting until he ran out of
steam.
When his voice finally faltered, she spoke slowly, her tone laced with a faint smile.
“Out of respect for Grandpa, I was going to let you live. But I’ve changed my mind. Good luck.
to you, Harvey.”
The private jet touched down smoothly as Felicia’s words hung in the air. The cabin door opened, and Felicia walked off without sparing Harvey a glance.
Harvey, still lying on the floor, scoffed at her audacity. He thought, “What a load of nonsense! She actually had the audacity to say she was planning to spare my life.”
He sneered, his face twisting in contempt. “I’m the head of the Walsh family, holding all its power! Who the hell does she think she is to talk about sparing my life? What nonsense!”
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Spitting on the ground in disgust, Harvey didn’t realize where his spit had landed until it was too late.
It hit Maurice’s shoe.
Maurice, who had just wheeled himself out of the inner cabin, had been too preoccupied with thoughts about whether Felicia could truly heal his legs to even remember the extra passenger they’d picked up.
The moment his sharp eyes landed on the spit–stained leather, his expression darkened like a brewing storm. The men behind him froze, startled. Without hesitation, one of them crouched down, slipped the shoe off Maurice’s foot, and flung it far away.
Harvey’s heart skipped a beat. He couldn’t forget how this “cripple” had burned the Harmony Medical Center to the ground with a single order
But then, bolstered by his own arrogance, Harvey lifted his chin. Surely, even Maurice wouldn’t dare kill him. After all, he was the head of the Walsh family.
Straightening up like a puffed–up rooster, Harvey glared at Maurice with defiance.
Maurice’s voice was cold and calm. “Find a helicopter and send him back to Khogend.”
See? Just as he thought–Maurice wouldn’t lay a finger on him.
Harvey’s smugness returned. So what if they’d tied him up and dragged him here? Now, they’d have to send him home.
But Maurice wasn’t finished. “Throw him out when you’re flying into Khogend’s airspace,” he added with a chilling smile.
The room went silent. It took a moment for the full weight of his words to sink in.
Fly him back, sure. But throw him out once they were above Khogend?
