CHAPTER 126: NOT AN ANDERSON

After Margaret received Bruce’s message, she revealed a confident smile.

"Bitches, just wait. When my brother comes back, you will all be dead." Margaret thought.

By the time, Hilla would stamp on you, grinding you to ashes.

Margaret’s malicious expression scared Lily who said carefully, "Margaret, are you okay? Won’t you go to fight with them for Hilla?"

Fighting at school would be given demerit!

Once getting a demerit, Margaret would probably fail to graduate again.

Margaret glanced at Lily and gritted her teeth. "Don’t worry. Hilla is better than me if she wants to fight with them. There is no need."

That was true.

Hearing that, Lily nodded with relief and asked, "Hilla hasn’t come out yet. What should we do next? Do we need to talk to her?"

As soon as Lily finished her words, the door of the bathroom was opened. Hilla stood at the door, holding the basin with her white clothes in it, her face expressionless.

Margaret and Lily held their breaths in an instant, afraid that they would disturb Hilla.

"I’m fine. Don’t worry."

Hilla, who had already adjusted her mood, showed a comforting smile to them and put the basin on the table.

Lily glanced at Hilla worriedly and asked carefully, "Then what about this cloth? Do you want to throw it away?"

Lily lowered her voice deliberately when it came to the last two words because she had heard from Margaret that this cloth was special for Hilla.

Hilla shook her head and said, "It’s a pity to throw away such a good cloth. I’ve tried very hard to get it. I will fix it. Maybe make another dress from it."

Although she had to give up her original design, Hilla was still satisfied she could make an adjustment.

The paint was only on the hemline and the rest part was saved.

"Hilla, don’t worry. I’ll avenge you."

Margaret gave Hilla a meaningful look, which made Hilla quiver. She felt uneasy about the idea of Margaret avenging for her.

"Hilla, don’t worry. You are always the top one in your courses and have even won awards. The principle will not blame you even if you don’t participate."

Hilla was the most outstanding student in the clothing department and had won many awards for their university so this time the school also had high expectations on her work.

If she didn’t participate, the school would definitely ask the reason.

Margaret rolled her eyes at Lily. Why would she mention it? Lily, knowing she had said something wrong, kept silent quickly. She just wanted to comfort Hilla.

As expected, the school found out soon that Hilla didn’t participate in the competition and called Hilla over to the office. After knowing what happened, the principal sat at the table and shook his head.

"Why you young people don’t know to seize every opportunity and be more careful?" he thought.

"Hilla, you are the top student in our department. I thought you would win an award for our school. How could you stain your clothes? You..."

"I’m sorry to disappoint your hope."

Hilla apologized. She knew it did not do to explain since it had happened. Her clothes had been ruined, and the competition had ended. Was she going to whine about the set-up?

"I used to tell you guys to check your clothes. You can’t be too careful with your clothes in the competition. It’s a pity you lose this opportunity."

The principal sighed and waved his hand. "Alright, you can leave now. It’s useless to blame you now."

Fortunately, their department still won a silver award. They should have won first prize!

Hilla nodded and left. The sky was exceptionally blue, the sunlight shining on her.

Hilla felt a little hot.

May was coming. She didn’t expect time passed so quickly.

When Hilla walked out of the school gate, she saw Halle sitting in Margaret’s car which pulled by the roadside opposite of River University.

Margaret pulled Hilla into the car. After getting into the car, Hilla turned to Halle and said, "Halle, why are you here?"

Halle was pregnant and rarely went out. Moreover, everyone knew Margaret’s driving skills. She always drove faster than the speed limit.

"What happened?"

Halle’s face was pale and her lips tightly pursed. Hilla knew something was wrong.

Margaret started the car quickly and answered, "Bruce was an asshole. He actually agreed to the engineering demolition with the Key family. They decided to demolish the Holt’s first. Now the workers and trunks are heading to your house."

Hilla had been prepared for the day since their land was sold off, but she didn’t expect it would come so soon.

She was caught off guard.

"That bastard wants to revenge you when Bruce was away."

Margaret angrily gritted her teeth. She felt more furious when she thought she was connected with that bastard in blood.

Hilla’s back stiffened and became serious.

She knew why Rudi did this. She had continuously beaten him into the hospital.

Especially last time Rudi was seriously injured.

He could not do anything to her but was resentful. So he wanted to take this advantage to revenge on her.

And the best way to revenge on her was to demolish her house.

Rudi knew how much Hilla cared about the house, for which she married Bruce at the beginning.

"Bruce is not here. The others in the company can’t stop him at all."

So Rudi seized this opportunity to make trouble for them.

Hilla pursed her lips and turned to Halle. "Halle, are you alright?"

She couldn’t let Halle see such a scene.

"Don’t worry. Since last time, I have learned to take care of myself."

Although Halle looked not very good, she was calm.

On the day of the auction, she had almost miscarried, which frightened both Hilla and herself. She knew she had to keep calm for the sake of the baby.

Hilla nodded and spoke to Margaret, "To the hospital!"

"Hospital? What are you going to the hospital? Does Halle need to do a check-up?

"Halle, you stay with Horton. I’ll be back soon."

They had no time to send Halle to Lakeshore Center, but they were now close to Horton’s hospital, and it was also on their way home, so it was the best choice.

Halle shook her head, but Hilla insisted.

She understood that the house was also important for Halle and couldn’t bear to let Halle see that scene, so she decided to go alone.

...

Hilla sent Halle to the hospital and rush to Holt’s mansion with Margaret.

Halle looked out of the window worriedly. Hilla asked her to stay here which she totally understood for her sake. She was also afraid that she would become a burden for Halle if she was there. However, sitting here uselessly was a torment for her.

Halle turned around and saw Horton pour her a glass of water and put it in front of her. His white coat was too white to dazzle her.

Horton was tall so Halle who sat on the sofa had to tilt her head to see his face.

He wore a pair of golden-rimmed glasses, elegant and gentle. He had short and neat hair.

He was an excellent man, the youngest brain specialist in this domestic top hospital. Halle looked away and said, "Thank you."

Perceiving her uneasiness, Horton comforted, "Don’t worry. You are weak. You’d better have good rest for the sake of yourself and your baby."

"I’m going to go to my rounds. If you feel bored, you can get on the net or call a nurse to accompany you."

"Or call him. He would be happy to stay with her." Horton thought to himself. Halle smiled slightly and felt better. "Thank you. I’ll stay here and wait for Hilla."

Horton nodded and pointed to the door behind a desk. "There is a lounge. If you are tired, you can go have a rest. Tell me if you want to eat anything, though only takeout to eat here."

Halle was grateful that he could let her stay here. He was too considerate to her.

"Thank you, Dr. Hutt. I wish I didn’t bother you. Don’t worry about me."

Horton knew she was asking him to leave. There was no need for him to stay here.

A little frustrated, Horton said nothing more and left away.

By the time Hilla and Margaret arrived at the Holt’s, there were two excavators in front of the house. Nearby, Rudi was playing cards with a group of workers, his hands hung by still in a sling. It seemed that he had just been charged out of the hospital.

He seemed to win the game and was laughing wildly. The gauze on his head was a little loose because of his exaggerated movement.

Hearing some noise, Bruce turned his head around and revealed a triumphant smile as soon as he saw Hilla.

Hilla understood quickly what Bruce wanted when she saw Bruce in front of her house.

Did he need to come here to supervise personally if he just wanted to demolish the house? He was waiting for her!

"This bastard has disgraced the Anderson family. I will go kill that ass."

Furious, Margaret was about to rush over but was stopped by Hilla. Hilla shook her head and said, "Bruce would have done that if we could."

Rudi was an Anderson and Tyree was still alive. They couldn’t go too far to Andi whatever he did.

"Then I will beat him till he couldn’t stand up."

Hilla pulled Margaret back and sneered, "Last time I have beat him up to the hospital but he comes back."

He was a cur, impossible to get rid of.

"Then we can’t do anything to him."

Margaret stomped her feet. Though she was an Anderson, she held fewer shares than the men. Men always had a say in the Anderson family.

If she had the ability, she would definitely crush Bruce to a pulp.

She decided to ask for the same shares as Bruce when she went back.

"It doesn’t matter. To deal with this type, you can only protect yourself and beat him again and again."

Hilla approached her with a disgusting smile and he walked in an extremely wired way because his one leg was still injured.

What a nerve!

"Hilla, here you are."

Bruce walked up to Hilla and eyed her up and down.

Margaret quickly stepped forward and questioned, "Bruce, are you crazy? How could you work for the Keys? What a shame you are an Anderson!"

"Margaret, we have the same name and blood. Why do you always help outsiders?"

Bruce frowned at Margaret. Margaret had never liked him. When they were small kids, Margaret only liked to play with Bruce.

He wanted to play with her, but she even threw mud at him. How could a rich lady play with mud? No wonder she had low intelligence.

He couldn’t help but sympathize with his sister considering she has not graduated for three years.

"Hilla is Bruce’s wife, the same as Bruce. You and Bruce, of course, I will help Bruce. You are the outsider! Don’t you know that?"

Bruce was paused. This damned girl was always good at arguing.

"Got out of my way. I’m asking for Hilla. Not you."

Bruce pushed Margaret away and looked at Hilla, "Do you regret not choosing me? If you kneel and beg me, I might consider putting off two days."

Hilla looked at Rudi’s smug smile with a sneer.

"You wait for me to let me see how the Holt’s was demolished. That’s what you want, isn’t it?"

"Yes, damn girl. You beat me up to the hospital again and again. It’s a mercy that I didn’t kick you out of my family."

"Are you kidding me? Kick me out? Who do you think you are in the Anderson family? I am Bruce’s wife. Bruce is the chairman of the Anderson Group. You are just a vice president. Don’t you feel shameful when you brag about?"

"You..."

Bruce’s eyes turned red. He knew he couldn’t win them if he continued arguing with them and Hilla was impossible to submit. He could only teach them a lesson.

"Just see!"

Bruce wobbled along the road. He shouted to workers nearby, "Get started!"

As he spoke, he clumsily climbed onto an excavator.

The engine roared. Margaret gritted her teeth. "This bastard, he really dares to..."

Margaret wished she could rush up the excavator, kick Bruce down, and dig his brain out.

With a cold face, Hilla pulled Margaret and shook her head, "The house will be destroyed sooner or later. Even if you beat Bruce to the hospital, you can’t stop the procession."

It was a matter of time.

"But, the house..."

"I can’t save it. I should have known that."

She should have prepared for the day since the Holt family was bankrupted and she moved out of the house.

It did not do to try again and again.