CHAPTER 313: CHAPTER 313: WHAT DO YOU WANT ME TO DO? A HUNDREDFOLD, A THOUSANDFOLD

Just as she got out of the car, the furious family members surrounded Vera Hansen.

The reporters were also there, all starting to take pictures.

The crowd was surging.

Luckily, Vera Hansen got out of the car with the police, so the crowd wasn’t too excessive; otherwise, the angry family members would have torn her apart on the spot.

But it was still chaotic.

From a distance, Serena looked over and saw Vera Hansen being taken back to the police station for questioning.

Their eyes met.

Serena saw the barely concealed hatred in Vera Hansen’s eyes.

"Serena, don’t be smug!"

Vera wanted to say more, but the police had already taken her away.

After all, there were too many people here, and it was urgent to question her quickly.

Serena watched Vera Hansen’s departing figure.

She never had anything to be smug about.

Reaching this point, the whole process didn’t make her happy.

At times, it was even very painful.

She just wanted to protect what’s hers and live the rest of her life well.

That’s all.

"Let’s go." Silas Hawthorne said softly, "We’ve sent people to help with the follow-up here; there’s nothing more we can do."

Serena looked up at Silas Hawthorne beside her and nodded.

That’s indeed true.

Looking at the surging crowd outside, Serena sighed softly.

The two of them quietly bypassed the side to get to their car.

However, next to their car was another caravan.

As they approached, the caravan’s door opened, revealing Julian Lawson in the back seat.

His body was bandaged in several places, and he was on an IV drip.

Julian Lawson’s face was extremely pale, only his eyes showing a hint of red as he looked at her.

He didn’t speak, only looked at her, his eyes filled with sadness.

Jude Chaucer circled around from the other side and bowed slightly to Serena.

"Miss Sheridan, talk to President Lawson; he’s in a very bad condition." Jude Chaucer said, with a note of pleading in his voice.

Serena looked at Julian Lawson, tightening her grip on Silas Hawthorne’s hand.

"Serena." Julian Lawson saw Serena and Silas Hawthorne’s intertwined hands.

"I fell down the stairs," he said, "just like you did before."

Serena didn’t speak, just lowered her eyes slightly.

"I understand now." Julian Lawson’s voice came, "It hurts a lot."

"You don’t understand," Silas Hawthorne said.

There’s no way the two situations could be the same.

Julian Lawson had fallen down the stairs, but it was mostly bruises and falls; back then, Serena had almost lost her life.

Julian Lawson didn’t look at Silas Hawthorne but kept his eyes locked on Serena.

"I’ll take whatever you want me to," he said weakly, "experiencing everything you went through."

"A hundredfold, a thousandfold, anything."

"I will feel your pain, understand your emotions."

"As long as..."

What, Julian Lawson didn’t say, but everyone present knew what he meant.

"What you decide to do is up to you." Serena said.

The gentle wind blew through the trees, the noise from the police station direction ceaseless.

Serena looked up at Silas Hawthorne.

Silas Hawthorne was looking at her, his dark eyes filled with her reflection.

Serena tightened her grip on his hand and turned away.

"I don’t need you to do anything, nor do I need you to understand my emotions," Serena said, "I just want to take back what’s the Sheridan Family’s."

Silas Hawthorne understood Serena’s meaning and opened the car door beside her, letting Serena in.

The car door closed, and Julian Lawson could only see her calm side profile through the window.

"In a few days," Serena said, "as we agreed, I need to take back the Sheridan Family’s things."

"As for you..."

Serena paused slightly and said, "Take care of your injuries."

And that was all.

With that, Serena rolled up the car window, cutting off Julian Lawson’s view.

Julian Lawson, eyes red, watched as her unfeeling face disappeared behind the car window.

Silas Hawthorne looked at Julian Lawson.

Regarding Julian Lawson’s injuries, he was indifferent.

But he was, after all, a man of dignity.

So, Silas Hawthorne looked at Jude Chaucer beside him: "Take your President Lawson back; he needs to be in the hospital now, not here."

With those words, he looked again at Julian Lawson.

He wanted to say something but held back in the end.

He turned around and got back in the car.

The car started up, driving Serena and Silas Hawthorne away.

Julian Lawson watched their car disappear into the night, eyes red, smiling self-mockingly.

Inside the car, Serena leaned against the seat, watching the scenery fly past outside the window.

Silas Hawthorne held her hand.

Serena looked over at him.

He smiled, kissed her forehead, then laid her head on his shoulder.

"What are your plans next?" Silas Hawthorne asked softly.

Serena looked at the rear-view mirror, watching their entwined figures. She thought for a moment, then said, "Go check out the office location, prepare to take over the Sheridan Family’s things."

"Then, find out the cause of my father’s death and restore the glory of the Sheridan Family."

"Hmm." Silas Hawthorne nodded, gently patting her shoulder.

"Then, when you have some spare time, can you share it with me?" Silas Hawthorne asked.

Serena looked up at Silas Hawthorne.

Silas Hawthorne smiled and said, "Let’s organize our engagement party, and Serena, we need to get our marriage certificate and prepare for the wedding."

Serena thought about it and agreed.

She had already accepted Silas Hawthorne’s proposal; all this was natural.

She just hadn’t thought about it before.

After all...her previous marriage never had these things.

As if seeing through her thoughts, Silas Hawthorne reached out and tapped her nose.

Serena snapped back to reality.

She nodded, "Okay."

They had agreed on the way over not to announce their engagement publicly.

Because they didn’t want any unexpected issues.

Just a few days left; once she takes over the Sheridan Family’s things, it won’t be too late to announce it.

The car drove all the way to Hawthorne Manor.

...

Night fell heavy.

The police station was bustling.

The internet was also abuzz.

Someone had already dug deep into Vera Hansen’s charity sale, and indeed it was true!

The caregivers hadn’t lied.

The recordings given by the caregivers were real.

This fact astonished everyone.

Everyone wondered how Vera Hansen dared.

Doing it so blatantly!

The long-frustrated internet user 567 reappeared.

- I told you, I really couldn’t stand it anymore; Vera Hansen is nowhere near as kind as you think.

- Everything she did always had benefits for herself; you just didn’t notice.

Vera Hansen’s diehard fans were still struggling, constantly attacking user 567, leaving crazy comments in the comment section, and some even wanted to unbox user 567.

User 567, not to be outdone, directly changed their name and was now - [Vera Hansen’s fake illness main victim. 567 (except Serena)].

It turned into a big argument.

At this moment, someone who had previously investigated Serena suddenly laid out everything.

They clarified the timeline and marked everything out.