CHAPTER 127: YOU CAN’T ONLY CARE ABOUT HILLA

Seeing Hilla’s painful expression, Margaret angrily rushed to Bruce’s car.

"Rudi, if you dare to destroy this house, Bruce will skin you alive when he returns."

Margaret tried to climb up the car, but the workers pulled her.

"Miss Anderson, it is under construction. It is too dangerous. Please stay away."

"What the hell are you doing? Can’t you see that he’s destroying Hilla’s house? Get him down for me."

These workers were the men of the Anderson Group, so they knew Margaret and were afraid that anything wrong happened to her.

Bruce was not in the company now, so they had to obey Rudi, the vice president.

Nobody dared to stop him.

"Who does Bruce think he is?"

The flames of hatred for Bruce went wilder when Rudi recalled he had been overshadowed by Bruce all the time in the company. What’s more, the airport project which he took charge of when Bruce was in a coma was ruined because Bruce gave the land to Stefan.

Nobody in the company supported him now. The shareholders all turned to Bruce’s side. His finances were still in a deficit. If Bruce made a deal again, he would lose his position completely.

He had had enough of being shadowed by Bruce.

"You dare to scold my brother? Rudi, you’re dead."

Margaret stomped her feet and one of her heels was kicked off by her.

She calmed herself and took out her phone, recording a video.

And she deliberately made a photo of Hilla who looked lonely and hopeless and sent them to Bruce.

"Bruce, you are dead this time. Bruce will not let you go easily." Margaret thought.

The excavator drove to the courtyard wall. This house had been passed down to the descendants of the Holt Family in the past two hundred years.

Although the wall had been renovated many times, compared to the high building nearby, it looked a little shabby.

Crash!

The wall collapsed and the big iron gate creaked and twisted out of shape.

Hilla felt as if her heart was stabbed by a sharp knife.

It was unbearably painful.

The dust spread and floated in the air and quickly the house became blurred.

Hilla stood still. Bruce glanced at Hilla who stood like a statue in the distance. He snorted coldly and started his attack on the house again.

"Bruce, stop! I’m warning you! Do you hear me?" Margaret shouted but her threat did nothing to stop it.

The courtyard wall, the iron gate, the grape trellis in the courtyard, the flower bed that she used to lie in when she was young, the fountain where she mischievously caught fish, the wooden house where she learned and played with Halle, the house that their family once lived in...

All of these were knocked down to the ground in front of her. In the end, the last wall of the house was pushed down. It was already dusk.

Hilla spun around and rushed into the car.

Gone. They were all gone.

"Hilla, don’t be sad. Bruce is a bastard. He is nothing. The Holt’s is gone but you have a new house now. Don’t worry. You will also live well in the Anderson’s."

Margaret sat in the car. She anxiously changed her shoes while comforting Hilla.

Hilla didn’t cry and say anything, which made Margaret worried.

"Why isn’t Bruce here now? He should be the one to comfort his wife. I really don’t know what to do." Margaret thought.

Hilla moved her dry eyes and glanced at Margaret. Her eyes were sore and painful.

She tried to smile to show that she was fine, but she found that her face was stiff and her body was stiff. She had been standing for too long.

"I know. Thank you, Margaret."

After a long while, she replied in a hoarse voice.

Margaret immediately breathed a sigh of relief. When she heard Hilla’s voice, she felt much more at ease.

"Hilla, Just cry out if you want to. I won’t tell anyone."

It was said that when one was sad, he’d better find a vent.

Margaret tried to comfort Hilla.

Hilla shook her head. "I don’t want to cry!"

She already knew the day. She didn’t know what else she had to cry about.

"Hilla..."

"I’m fine. Let’s go back. Halle is still in the hospital. It’s already late."

She was still worried, although Horton would take care of Halle because she felt there was something wrong between them.

"Okay, let’s go pick up Halle."

Margaret came back to her senses and quickly started the car, fearing that Hilla would cry out if they continued staying here.

The car soon drove into the main road and Hilla never looked back at that place again.

She sat quietly in the passenger seat. Margaret started to feel sorry about her again.

After a while, Hilla said gently. "It doesn’t matter. They are in my memory."

Then she added, "Fortunately, Halle did not see it."

"Was she talking to herself or talking to her?" Margaret thought confusedly.

Margaret tightened her grip on the steering wheel, desperately focusing on the road.

She was really scared by Hilla.

The car stopped safely at the entrance of the hospital. Margaret breathed a sigh of relief. But Hilla didn’t get off hurriedly but said, "My sister has gone home."

"What?"

Then should she drive home directly now?

Hilla pointed to the screen of her cell phone. There was the message that Halle had sent her an hour ago. Hilla repeated, "Halle has returned to the Lakeshore Center. Let’s go home!"

Hearing Hilla wanted to go home, Margaret nodded quickly and pressed the accelerator, heading back to the Lakeshore Center.

Did Bruce wake up and see the message and video she sent. When he knew this, he would definitely come back and kill Rudi. Margaret was quite looking forward.

At the Lakeshore Center.

Halle stared at her phone. When she heard the click of the door, she was delighted, only to see Horton come back with groceries. Halle smiled and said gratefully, "Dr. Hutt, I’m sorry to trouble again. You could leave this to the maid."

After she finished speaking, the maid came over and took the groceries from Horton. The maid smiled and said, "Dr. Hutt is so nice." Then she looked at Halle and said, "A good person deserves a happy life."

Hearing it, Halle nervously pursed her lips and bowed her head.

It was true that a good person deserved a happy life and she only brought misfortune.

Halle poured a cup of water, placed it on the table, and carefully pushed it over. "Don’t worry, Dr. Hutt. It was an emergency at that time. I can take care of myself,

and there is a maid at home."

Horton was too nice to her that Halle didn’t know how to get along with him.

...

Horton casually sat at the sofa and picked up the glass.

He had heard too much these courtesy words from Halle and no longer considered what she really meant.

Horton’s ease made Halle more nervous and she didn’t know what to do next. It seemed that the baby felt her uneasiness and kicked her hard. Halle grunted. She frowned and held her stomach with her hands. "What’s wrong?"

They sat very close so Horton, acute and sensitive, heard it too and immediately became nervous.

He frowned at Halle with concern. His hand hung in the air for a moment before landed on Halle’s bulging belly. He said gently, "Relax and take a deep breath."

Halle was only too nervous to stay with Horton. Her heart beat faster when Horton put his hand land on her stomach and gazed at her with concern.

"Not good?"

Horton frowned. Halle had almost had a miscarriage so he had to be extra careful. "How about going to the hospital?"

Halle shook her head and slowly took a deep breath. Then she said with a red face, "It doesn’t matter. The baby just kicked me."

Seeing Horton’s nervous expression, Halle had mixed feelings and didn’t know what to do next.

Horton breathed a sigh of relief. The baby seemed to feel something and kicked the place where his hand landed.

Horton was paused and smiled in surprise. "He kicks me too."

He smiled happily like a child, his warm palm resting on her stomach. Halle felt that her baby kick gently again.

Did the baby like him?

Horton suddenly laughed and stared at Halle, "He kicks me again. Does he like me?"

Halle was speechless.

How could she know this?

"He is very active."

Horton stared at Halle’s stomach as if there was a treasure. He smiled lightly and seemed to dwell on something.

His big hand did not remove. Halle frowned slightly. Would it be improper?

However, Horton’s eyes lit up. If not considering Halle having been avoiding him, he would probably put his ear on the stomach to listen to the baby’s sound.

"Dr. Hutt, I’m fine."

Halle reminded in a low voice, her gaze awkwardly landing on the palm on her stomach.

Horton seemed to wake up from a dream and reluctantly took his hand back.

He awkwardly suggested, "You must have good rest and take in nutritious food. If you want to eat, you must tell ... the maid!"

"Thank you for your concern, Dr. Hutt."

She still treated him in a courtesy way but Horton found that he could not help but get closer to her.

It was as if he was installed a magnet in his body, and the other was on Halle.

"Never mind."

They sat awkwardly for a while before Hilla and Margaret returned.

Hilla was not nervous as Margaret. She calmly walked to Halle and asked, "Have you eaten? How do you feel? Is everything okay?"

Halle shook her head and said seriously, "All gone?"

Her voice was soft and trembled a little. Hilla smiled, "Didn’t we move out a long time ago? We’re living well now. We have a house."

Moreover, when Halle divorced Titus, she got considerate property. She could live a good life if she managed it well.

Halle inferred the results from Hilla’s words. She froze for a moment and then smiled gently, "You’re right. It’s just a house. A place. No need to care too much."

Both of them kept silent for a moment. They knew clearly that this house was not just a place. It was special for them.

"I’m so hungry. Is the meal ready? I want to eat meat."

Margaret’s cry broke the awkward and strange silence. Halle and Hilla did not mention the house again.

Hilla was starved. She enjoyed the meal and talked to Horton. "Horton, thank you for taking care of Halle. I will pay you back if there is an opportunity."

Horton’s eyes were hazy under his glasses. He said lightly, "Never mind." Halle subconsciously recoiled and moved slightly away from Horton.

Hilla observed Halle’s expression in silence and thought "Horton really has a problem with Halle. Halle’s action is too odd."

"We are all relative and should help each other..."

Margaret tried her best to ease the tension. In the end, she was worn out. Her face was even cramped because she pretended to smile too hard.

After the meal, Margaret quickly ran back to her room. Horton also walked away, letting Hilla and Halle stay alone.

Halle blinked slightly and held Hilla’s hand with a smile. "Let’s go tell Mom and Dad tomorrow. They won’t blame us."

"Halle..."

Hilla had decided not to shed tears but Halle’s words made her emotional. She was unable to hold back and tears rolled down her eyes.

She tilted her head in an attempt to hold it back.

Halle hugged Hilla lovingly and comforted her softly, "We will get through it. Everything will be okay. Have a good sleep tonight!"

It was a dream to get back the thing they had lost.

At the same time!

Bruce sat up from the hotel bed and rubbed his eyebrows in pain.

James, who heard the noise, ran over and quickly said, "Mr. Anderson, you are up. You worked too late last night so I don’t disturb you."

James thought silently, "He has a luxurious hotel waiting for him. Why does he come to my home? I slept on the sofa all night and now the neck hurts."

Bruce habitually picked up the phone to see the time. He frowned slightly when he found that there was only Margaret’s message. Hilla didn’t contact him last night. Was it because he had fallen asleep and didn’t contact her?

He clicked the message. The next second, his face was sullen and he said seriously, "Book a flight back now."

"But you are going to meet with Robert Hoover in two hours." James blurted out.

"Cancel it!"

What?

James was shocked. After finishing his words, Bruce stood up and walked towards the door. James quickly blocked his way, "Mr. Anderson, please think it twice. We have just lost the land in Mount Cloud. If the project with Robert Hoover is also ruined, the Anderson Group’ stock will have great turbulence."

"You have to consider all employees of the company. You can’t just care about your wife!" James thought.

Bruce turned his head, his gaze cold and sharp. His thin lips were parted, "Go and drive the car now."