Chapter 7: The Confrontation
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Ridiculous!
Gim turned around. His handsome face had distorted its features into a look of scorn.
“You demand too much.”
Vichy replied in a low and hoarse voice.
“Do you think I require too much?”
She felt a little dizzy, but walked forward slowly and carefully, step by step. She gently pushed away the people in front of her and walked to face Gim.
She reached out to smooth his tie, just as she had countless times when they were still together.
“In order to save your childhood sweetheart, you killed my children. All I want now is your property. Do you think I require too much or do you think your sweetheart is not worth my requirements?”
She spoke each word clearly and did not look to see the changes in Gim’s face as she focused her intention on his tie. She continued.
“Well then I suppose Sherly must not be worth the trouble.”
Gim certainly understood the meaning of this sentence. His face contorted.
He held her hands and his eyes were colder. “Your children were thrown into the crematorium. They are gone. Does this answer your question?”
She dropped the tie and her body stiffened. She couldn’t hear any words.
She did not believe it.
“Where are my children?” she wailed.
She looked up again at him.
Only a monster could kill their own children.
“I have told you enough.” Gim threw her hand away, disgusted.
A couple walked by, glanced briefly at the spectacle and quickly turned away, walking more quickly than before.
Gim’s assistance walked forward to Vichy.
“Miss Sullivan, please come with us.”
“Where? I don’t have a home, and I won’t go back to be treated as a container anymore. I won’t wait for a married man to take my child's bone marrow again!”
Her sharp voice pierced the air, carrying across the space around her.
Her chest was heaving.
Another group of people saw, heard, and decided to stop.
“Shut up.” Gim walked up to her and grabbed her chin. “I just said that I will compensate you. I will double it.”
“Don't forget who saved you when you were chased by your enemy.”
Gim released her jaw.
“I don’t want anything from you. I just want to know, where are my children’s ashes?”
“They are randomly scattered.”
An image flashed across Gim’s eyes.
At this moment, a person ran from the hospital and said. “Mr. Hall, Miss Lynn feels bad now. She...”
Not another word, and Gim ran to the ward.
He halted, and turned to Vichy. “Go home and wait. If you have something to say, wait for me there.”
The remaining bodyguards blocked her way tightly.
Her brain was blank for a long time.
“Go away,” she said.
It had always been like this. When she thought that Sherly was his little sister, she saw the pain and worry he experienced at any sign of trouble as a brother’s love.
The bodyguard said, “Please come with us. You can’t be outside right now. You are not well.”
They continued to block her.
So she was to just obey him and stay there until he was done with Sherly? What if she needed more of Vichy’s children’s bone marrow? Was she to be kept around as a container for Sherly’s medicine?
“Go away!” she said, with more force this time.
Those bodyguards continued to block her.
“First, since Gim is going to get married, so he will have no relationship with me.”
Vichy raised her eyes and said firmly.
The bodyguards didn’t know what to do.
“Second, blocking me is a violation of my personal rights. Do you want to go to the court to discuss this matter?”
Even though Vichy’s body was weak, her words cut through the cool air.
The bodyguards frowned and still did not move away. They tried to persuade her, “Yet no lawyer will accept this case.”
The power of the Hall Group was everywhere. They were revered and feared in the community, and had full support of the people.
No one would believe her.
“There must be a brave man if I pay enough money. I will take care of it.”
Vichy looked up and said: “Even if you are not afraid of the accusations, if word gets out, the rumors will start. I cannot control the gossip. No one can.”
She looked them square in the eyes.
The bodyguards glanced nervously at each other.
Even if Gim did not care, it didn’t mean that others in the Hall Group did not.
They hesitated.
Then they asked again, “What is the third point?”
“The third point is this. There is a media everywhere. Nothing can stop this message from spreading.”
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