CHAPTER 298: CHAPTER 298: THIS IS MY PROMISE

"It’s my fault." Julian Lawson’s voice was full of sorrow, "Please don’t ignore me, okay?"

Silas Hawthorne was even angrier, he shielded Serena behind him and looked coldly at Julian Lawson, trying to block Julian Lawson’s gaze.

"You’re shameless to even mention this." Silas Hawthorne’s voice was icy, "Julian Lawson, if I were you, I’d go jump in a river right now."

"Instead of continuously binding someone you’ve already hurt so deeply with past events!"

Julian Lawson still ignored Silas Hawthorne, smiling with red eyes, "Can we talk?"

"Just treat it as discussing the Sheridan Family’s transfer plans."

Child... Sheridan Family.

Emotions surged, Serena reopened her eyes.

She tightened her grip on Silas Hawthorne’s hand.

Silas Hawthorne understood Serena’s intent; he cast a cold glance at Julian Lawson and also at the onlookers trying to eavesdrop.

"There’s a tea room nearby." Silas Hawthorne withdrew his gaze, looked at Julian Lawson, and warned coldly, "Julian Lawson, you’d better talk about the Sheridan Family’s matters!"

Only at this moment did Julian Lawson glance at Silas Hawthorne, his gaze followed Silas Hawthorne’s arm down to see Silas Hawthorne and Serena’s hands tightly clasped together.

"Ha..."

Julian Lawson painfully smiled.

It’s all his own doing.

The three headed towards the tea room.

Outside Vivian’s Floral Studio, the crowd was still bustling; countless people were intensely discussing the matter online and offline.

"Is Vera Hansen really pretending to be sick?"

"I don’t know, Serena seems very serious, doesn’t look like she’s lying!"

"But why won’t Vera Hansen admit it? Julian Lawson even had his men take her for an examination."

"I don’t understand, also what Vera Hansen just said, she intended to hurt herself and not Serena, I think that’s fake too, it looked like she was aiming for Serena."

"Yeah, I think so too!"

...

Finally, someone concluded, "Anyway, once Vera Hansen’s medical examination results come out, everything will be clear."

The summary was widely agreed upon online and offline.

So someone asked, when will this result come out?

Someone immediately provided them an answer.

Because Serena and the others left escorted by bodyguards, they couldn’t catch up with them.

Judging by Serena’s attitude, she wasn’t going to say much either.

Therefore, they turned their eyes to Vera Hansen’s medical examination results, and at this moment were already all focused on Jude Chaucer’s side.

Journalists blocked Jude Chaucer.

Finally, Jude Chaucer said on camera, "The check-up requires some time; once there’s a result, it will be announced."

So, some people left first, while others stayed glued to Jude Chaucer to hear the first result.

Jude Chaucer didn’t chase them away either; he was also waiting for the results.

#Is Vera Hansen faking stomach cancer#

This hashtag firmly sat at the top of the trending list.

Countless netizens were discussing it.

#When will Vera Hansen’s medical examination results come out#

This hashtag had countless netizens waiting in anticipation.

And among all these comments, the most frequent was, "Vera Hansen better really have stomach cancer and die soon! If she dares to deceive us, I won’t let her off!"

Countless people agreed.

Outside Vivian’s Floral Studio.

The caretaker was standing in a corner not far away.

The crowd that had been watching slowly dispersed, leaving Jude Chaucer’s people to tidy up the charity sale and handle aftermath issues.

The caretaker was pretending to help, but her mind was racing.

The development of the situation had exceeded her expectations.

Originally, she thought there was still time to collect other evidence, assuming Vera Hansen wouldn’t be exposed so quickly.

She previously thought, it would be until Vera Hansen’s "death date" that she would be exposed, but it was ahead of schedule.

The caretaker tightened her grip on the pocketed voice recorder.

Not sure if what she had in her hand would be enough.

Elsewhere, outside the alley.

A man who had been watching the live stream lowered his hat brim.

He was searching the internet everywhere, confirmed the hospital where Vera Hansen was checked, thought for a while, lowered his head, returned to his place to grab something, and then turned to leave.

...

In the tea room.

The three entered a private room.

Julian Lawson’s assistant stood outside pushing a wheelchair.

Very soon, someone brought in tea, and then the door of the tea room closed.

The room was quiet, only the steam from the tea swirling upwards.

Serena sat beside Silas Hawthorne, while Julian Lawson sat opposite them.

The tea on the table and its fragrant aroma separated them.

Julian Lawson’s eyes were red.

"You’ve lost weight again." He said softly.

Serena didn’t answer his words but directly got to the point.

She said, "The Sheridan Family’s assets, when are you planning to give them to me?"

Julian Lawson’s lips pressed tight as he looked at her with a painful gaze.

Get right to the Sheridan Family matter?

"You’re not willing to talk about anything else?" he said, "Can’t we chat more?"

The atmosphere was tense.

Silas Hawthorne took the teapot, poured tea for Serena, and handed it to her.

Serena took the tea and sipped it.

Fragrant aroma abounding.

"Julian Lawson." Serena continued speaking, looked at him, "Since you already know everything, then you should also know, between us, there’s nothing else to talk about."

Silas Hawthorne frowned, "Julian Lawson, everything Serena has given to The Lawson Corporation over the years has long been enough to exchange for the Sheridan Family assets."

Julian Lawson looked at the tea in Serena’s hand.

Silas Hawthorne’s movement, her natural action of drinking tea.

All of it displayed their intimacy.

It seemed like these actions were just their daily routine.

All of this pained Julian Lawson.

"If you don’t want to talk about the Sheridan Family matters, then please leave." Serena continued.

"I will give them to you." Julian Lawson responded.

"Time and place." Serena continued, her voice calm, without a trace of emotional fluctuation.

Julian Lawson’s hands were trembling tightly.

"In just a few days, it will be the time when the game agreement expires." Julian Lawson said.

Silas Hawthorne frowned as he looked at Julian Lawson.

"First, clearly settle the agreement’s content." Julian Lawson didn’t look at Silas Hawthorne; he just looked at Serena, "If you win, the procedures will be followed for transfer."

"If you lose." Julian Lawson paused slightly before continuing, "The procedures for transfer will also be followed."

Silas Hawthorne sneered.

"Julian Lawson, what’s the difference between saying this and not saying it?"

"You clearly know, Serena has already won."

Serena’s concert had successfully taken place, everything was very clear.

Yet Julian Lawson simply ignored Silas Hawthorne, just looked at Serena.

The light shone on Serena’s face, her long eyelashes hid her emotions.

At this moment, she finally raised her eyes, once again looking at Julian Lawson.

"What you said." She said.

She didn’t care what Julian Lawson was saying, she just wanted this final result.

"Yes, what I said." Julian Lawson said softly with red eyes, "I promise you, this is my promise."

"Okay." Serena said.

She gave Silas Hawthorne a glance, then stood up.

Silas Hawthorne also stood up together; the two were about to walk outside.

"Nora!" Julian Lawson stood up painfully.

Serena didn’t look at him, just lowered her eyes slightly, "Is there anything else?"

"Can you let Silas Hawthorne leave first? I still have things I want to say to you." His voice was pleading.

"No." Silas Hawthorne warned cautiously, "Julian Lawson, what kind of person you are, I have experienced a long time ago!"

The apartment incident was still vivid in his mind; how could he let Julian Lawson and Serena be alone in the same room.

In the silent room, Julian Lawson’s lips pressed tight.

Just as Serena was about to turn and leave, he lowered his head, not caring that Silas Hawthorne was still standing by, and bent his knee, kneeling before her.