Chapter 109: Get a doctor

Chapter 109: Get a doctor "It’s him!!" "This bastard has been setting me up since the moment he stepped into the banquet, luring me step by step into making it seem like I provoked him first!" Sandra pointed a trembling finger at Tyler, her face contorted with fury. "He was the one who asked me to meet in the lounge, saying he had something to discuss. That’s why I went!" Her voice shook with barely contained rage, her teeth clenched so tight they might shatter. "Everything—it was all a trap he laid out!!" Grandpa Porter’s expression darkened as he turned to Tyler, his gaze thoughtful. "Miss Sandra, keeps insisting that I orchestrated this, that I invited you to the room," Tyler met the old man’s eyes steadily, then wheeled his chair forward slightly. "Then why don’t you explain to everyone here," His sharp eyes bore into Sandra like daggers. "exactly how I manipulated you into approaching me first? And what excuse did I use to lure you into that lounge? Surely you, the esteemed Miss Sandra, wouldn’t just follow any random invitation, would you?" The question struck at the heart of the matter. Every pair of eyes in the room locked onto Sandra. "Yes..." Sandra bit her lip hard, swallowing the rest of her words. She knew all too well. If she mentioned the USB drive and the recording now, it wouldn’t help at all. Instead, it would drag out the fact that she and Tyler had already been involved before. Watching Sandra struggle to speak, a faint glint of satisfaction flickered deep in Tyler’s eyes. The reason he dared to push her so relentlessly was precisely because he knew she would never bring up what had happened between them. Of course, even if she did, it would only make things worse. Besides, all traces of that incident had long been erased. Even with the Porter family’s vast influence, they wouldn’t find a shred of evidence. To everyone else, Sandra’s hesitation only made her look guilty—tongue-tied and grasping for excuses. Grandpa Porter’s breathing grew heavier, his eyes filled with bitter disappointment. Meanwhile, Grandpa Luther glanced at Sandra, a trace of relief flashing in his gaze. Thank heavens he had insisted on keeping his word and made Sinclair marry Camilla. If they had gone through with the Porter family alliance, nothing but chaos would have followed. At that moment, the door swung open once more. I walked Uncle Carlos and several others. "Gentlemen," Uncle Carlos gave a respectful nod. "We’ve thoroughly inspected Tyler ’s lounge." Upon hearing this, Margaret’s clasped hands tightened imperceptibly. Tyler’s expression remained unreadable. "Well?" Sandra’s eyes lit up as she hastily rose and approached Uncle Carlos. "What did you find? What exactly did he tamper with to make me lose consciousness?!" If they could uncover anything unusual in Tyler’s room, it would explain everything. "Miss Sandra," Uncle Carlos met her gaze solemnly. "There was nothing out of the ordinary in Mr. Tyler’s lounge." His words sent ripples of varied reactions through the room. Grandpa Luther and Sinclair remained composed, as if they had anticipated this outcome. Margaret breathed an inward sigh of relief and glanced up at Sandra. A flicker of triumphant excitement flashed through the shadows in Tyler’s eyes. In stark contrast, grandpa Porter’s face darkened with displeasure. "How is this possible?!" Sandra’s eyes widened almost to the point of bulging, the color draining from her face in an instant, leaving her deathly pale. "I get it now—you must be trying to cover for that bastard, so you didn’t investigate properly!" "You misunderstand, Miss Sandra," Uncle Carlos replied calmly, neither submissive nor overbearing. "Members of the Porter family were also present during the inspection. If you don’t believe me, you’re welcome to ask them." "Oh, I certainly will," Sandra’s expression hardened into something ugly as she grabbed the collar of a nearby Porter family servant, her voice dripping with venom. "Was there anything unusual about that lounge? Any areas left unchecked? Or—" She paused, casting a sharp glance at Uncle Carlos and the other Luther Family members present. "Were there any places where our people were deliberately excluded from the inspection?" "N-no," The man swallowed hard, his face pale as he took in Sandra’s terrifying expression. His voice trembled as he spoke. "Miss Sandra, every inch of the lounge was thoroughly inspected under our watch. There wasn’t a single spot left unchecked, and no one had the chance to tamper with anything alone." "No... no!" Sandra released her grip on his collar, but disbelief still twisted her features. "Impossible!!" The moment she stepped into that room, she had blacked out. The last thing she remembered was Tyler’s silhouette by the window. By the time she got up, Jonathan and Margaret were already making a scene at the door. Whatever had happened in between—she had no memory of it. How could there have been no foul play?! "A clear conscience fears no accusation," Tyler spoke again, his gaze locking onto Sandra’s, a flicker of concealed triumph in his eyes. "If Miss Sandra still doesn’t believe me, you’re welcome to investigate yourself." A clear conscience fears no accusation?! Tyler’s words were the final straw that shattered Sandra’s last shred of sanity. "You are a heartless monster! I’ll kill you!!" Her face twisted with fury as she snatched the teapot beside her and hurled it at Tyler with all her might. The attack came too suddenly—Tyler barely had time to react. Or perhaps he never intended to dodge at all. No one else could intervene in time. * CRASH—* *Crash—* A ceramic teapot smashed violently against Tyler’s head. A streak of crimson, mingled with scalding tea, trickled from his temple down to his cheek. Tyler sucked in a sharp breath, his face contorted in pain. Grandpa Porter’s hands, resting on the table, clenched into fists as his chest heaved with barely contained fury. With Sandra’s reckless move, they had completely lost the upper hand. Taylor and Calvin exchanged glances, their eyes gleaming with undisguised mockery as they watched Sandra. "Tyler!" Margaret shrieked, rushing to Tyler’s side in a panic, her hands fluttering uselessly as she tried to wipe away the blood and tea. "Are you okay?!" "There are still shards in the wound!" Jonathan, his face tense with worry, crowded in beside them. The moment he saw the extent of Tyler’s injury, he spun toward one of the mercenaries standing nearby. "Get a doctor, now!!" The mercenary ignored Jonathan, his gaze shifting instead to Sinclair. Here, they took orders from only one man. Sinclair’s sharp eyes narrowed slightly as he gave a faint, indifferent nod. Only then did the mercenary turn and leave. " Sandra girl," Grandpa Luther pressed his lips together, casting a glance at Tyler before his expression darkened to the extreme. "You’ve gone too far." Just five simple words, yet they carried an overwhelming pressure that froze the air in the meeting hall. "Sandra girl, you’ve gone too far!!" "Me?!" Sandra shuddered under the oppressive aura radiating from Grandpa Luther, but the fury in her heart refused to be swallowed. Gritting her teeth, she spat, "It’s your Luther Family who—" "Outrageous!!" Grandpa Porter rose to his feet and struck Sandra hard across the face. *Slap—* The force was so brutal that Sandra, caught off guard, was sent sprawling to the floor. Her cheek instantly swelled red, a trickle of crimson seeping from the corner of her lips. The servants standing by as silent observers gasped in shock. "Grandfather..." Sandra clutched her stinging, numb cheek, looking up at Grandpa Porter with disbelief. Her voice trembled. "You... hit me?" Never in her life had her grandfather so much as laid a finger on her—let alone strike her in front of so many outsiders like this. "If I don’t hit you, you’ll never learn your lesson!" Grandpa Porter’s breathing was heavy, veins bulging on his forehead. His expression darkened. "It’s my fault for spoiling you all these years, letting you grow this reckless and lawless!" He glared at her. "Now get back to your seat before I lose my temper!" Truly, the old master lived up to his reputation. Taylor and Calvin exchanged knowing glances. That slap had not only given Tyler an explanation but also diffused Grandpa Luther’s fury. Meanwhile, Sinclair remained like an aloof deity, coldly observing the farce before him without a trace of emotion. It was as if these people weren’t even worthy of eliciting a reaction from him. Sandra met her grandfather’s stormy, furious gaze. Though resentment still burned in her chest, she didn’t dare utter another word. After all, her grandfather was the only one who could still stand up for her now. Clutching her stinging cheek, she rose unsteadily and obediently returned to her seat. Yet her bloodshot eyes still glinted with venom as they fixed on Tyler. "Grandpa Porter," Grandpa Luther turned to Sandra’s grandpa, his voice grave. "Now that we’ve established this entire matter was just a misunderstanding, let’s put it to rest." His gaze shifted to Sandra. "At present, we should focus on the matter between these two young ones. After all, quite a few people are already aware of today’s... incident." His implication was unmistakable. A glint of triumph flashed in Margaret and Tyler’s eyes. Sandra, however, paled. She looked desperately at her grandfather, pleading in a trembling voice, "Grandfather, I don’t want to" "Shut your mouth! You don’t get a say in this!" Grandpa Porter’s hands clenched into tight fists on his lap, his face darkening with barely contained fury. "And what does grandpa Luther propose?" "For the sake of both families’ reputations—and for the sake of the children involved," Grandpa Luther scanned the room before speaking deliberately, "we announce their engagement immediately. To the public, we’ll say they’ve been in love for some time." Meanwhile, outside the door— Success. The woman’s captivating eyes curved with satisfaction, her lips parting in a smile so dazzling it could steal one’s breath. "Ramsey," she murmured, voice smooth as silk, "it’s time we made our entrance."