Chapter 156 – A Sacrificial Lamb’s Unexpected Marriage

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“It’s not suspicion, but certainty. Grandpa was murdered by Monica and Pamela.”

“Impossible! Don’t say that!” Patrick rebuked quickly.

“Monica and Pamela didn’t poison the old man. You claim that it was Monica and Pamela that pushed my dad off the stairs ten years ago and I still don’t believe that!”

North who stood quietly couldn’t help but add,

“That mother and daughter are two vicious humans. Now that there’s no evidence against them, they have to do is deny any allegation.”

Oriana gritted her teeth and a wave of anger flowed across her chest. She was convinced that Pamela had seen Mr. Hendrix showing signs of waking soon. Hence the reason why they had to poison him.

As long as Mr. Hendrix was dead and out of the way, they could all sit back and relax.

Patrick was blind again. Blinded by his love for Monica and Pamela, and he couldn’t bring himself to believe that Monica and his beloved Pamela were the murderers.

“I won’t believe what ever you say unless evidence are being provided. Don’t worry about them. Mr. Hendrix is dead. Let’s prepare for his funeral.” Patrick quickly dismissed the conversation.

“Stop!” Oriana half-yelled sternly.

Patrick turned around and looked at her.

“What’s wrong?”

Oriana stood up from the chair.

“Grandpa’s death is to be kept a secret for the time being-

“What?” Patrick questioned unbelievably. “The man is dead. What are you trying to do?”

“Monica and Pamela thought that if they poisoned grandpa, then their secrets will be kept forever. I want to make you see the demonic people that you’ve been living with.” Oriana explained patiently.

“What do you intend on doing? The man is dead!’

“Tomorrow is your birthday, right? I’ll come over and you’ll celebrate and announce to them that grandpa is awake.”

Patrick let out a scoff.

You want me to corporate with you? You’re ridiculous! I won’t do it…”

“Patrick!” Oriana hastily interupted him coldly. Her eyes exuding the aura of a powerful ruler,

Patrick was stunned, as it was the first time of him seeing the fierce side of Oriana.

“Patrick, have you forgotten your father’s last instruction? You have to obey me. I’m not negotiating with you, but I’m informing you on what to do! You need to use your Oscar-winning acting skills for this to executed.” Oriana ordered, as her breathing became heavy.

Patrick let out a sigh and replied,

“Yes, I understand. You just don’t have to be so fierce. I promise to cooperate with you.”

Good! You may go back now. Do not allow them know the truth. I’ll stay here and watch over grandpa.” Oriana waved her hand, not wanting to continue with the conversation.

Patrick nodded and walked out of the ward.

Once Patrick had left the ward, North looked at Oriana and said,

“Oriana, I didn’t expect Patrick to not be your father. What are your plans now?”

“North, once I’m done dealing with Monica and Pamela, I’ll be going to Imperial. I’ve always felt like there’s something in Imperial that keeps calling me.”

“Oriana, if you leave for Imperial, what about Mr. Armstead? It hasn’t been long since you two got married.”

When Deacon’s name was mentioned. Oriana’s eyes became gloomy. He didn’t want her anymore.

Oriana didn’t want to inform North about the divorce yet. She still hadn’t given up on the marriage and Deacon. She really didn’t want the divorce to happen.

“North, let’s meet in two days and discuss about this again. But for now, let’s focus on dealing with Monica and Pamela.” Oriana replied.

“You’ve been with grandpa for a day. You can return home, North. I’ll pass the night here with grandpa.” Oriana added calmly.

North held onto Oriana’s arm and looked at her red and swollen eyes in distress.

“I’m not tired. I’ll stay here with you.”

North, return home, okay? I’ll ask Mr. Armstead to come stay with me later.”

North nodded and said,

Okay then. It’s fine if Mr. Armstead will keep you company here. I’ll go ahead. Do well to call me if you need anything.”

Once Oriana had seen North off, she returned to the ward. She prepared a hot water and used it to carefully wipe the old man’s body.

Mr. Hendrix’s body had completely turned cold. Oriana sat beside the bed and cried bitterly.

Her heart was completely shattered. With the death of old Mr. Hendrix, Oriana knew that the Hendrix family was now a place she couldn’t call home.

In the part few months, she had found a home in Deacon, but Deacon didn’t want her anymore.

It felt like she had returned to eleven years ago. At the age of nine, she was kicked out of the Hendrix home and sent to the orphanage.

Oriana stood up from the bed and went to the table, she grabbed her bag and took out her phone from it.

Oriana returned to the bed. While sitted on the bed, she went through her contact list and kept staring at Deacon’s number which was the first contact in her list. She looked at the number for a long time, but she couldn’t summon up the courage to call him.

Although she really wanted Deacon beside her at the moment. The image of him in the study room earlier this morning filled her memory. He had stared coldly at her, smashed the pillow into her face, and ordered her to get out.

Oriana didn’t dare to call him anymore. She was already saddened by her grandfather’s death and wouldn’t send herself to be hurt more by him.

The night quickly arrived, and silence engulfed the entire hospital.

A sound of steady footsteps could be heard in the hallway. The door of the ward was pushed open, and a tall body leaped into view.

Deacon was here.

Deacon was clothed in a black coat. His crisp shoulders were stained with the snow which fell outside.

Deacon walked in and met Oriana holding onto her grandfather’s hand tightly. She had fallen asleep beside him.

Deacon stood by the bed beside Oriana. There were still some tears on her face. Her eyes and nose were red, and she looked extremely pitiful.

Deacon groaned in pain. He reached out slowly and wiped the tears from her face.

While asleep, Oriana felt Deacon’s fingertips rubbed his fingertips with her small face.

on her face and his familiar scent. She moved and gently

Deacon leaned over and carried her from the bed, and took her to the empty bed at the far end of the ward. He didn’t place her on the bed, but sat on the bed and held her in his arms, allowing her sleep in his arms.

His thin line fell on her forehead, and slowly slid down as he kissed her red and swollen eyes. He kissed her eyes, and then moved down to her nose, and finally landed on her lips.

“Oriana.” He whispered her name and held tighter to her.

Dawn the next day.

When Oriana was awake, she found herself lying on the bed at the corner. She pondered about it for a while, and couldn’t remember when she had fallen asleep there.

She had initially thought that she would have difficulties sleeping the previous night, and would have lots of nightmare, but she had unexpectedly slept throughout the night and her swollen eyes had returned to it’s normal size.

“Grandpa, I’ll go to the Hendrix’s home now. Don’t worry, I’ll make them pay for what they did to you.” Oriana swore, and then took a taxi and left for the Hendrix’s.

It was Patrick’s birthday today, but the entire Hendrix family were covered with gloom, and a party wasn’t thrown.

Monica had returned from the hospital and was still confined in her room. The moment she saw Oriana, her heart raged and she questioned,

“Oriana, what the hell are you doing here? Quickly get out. You’re not welcomed here.”

Insing her

Monica didn’t want to set her eyes on Oriana, for she feared that Oriana would mock her for losing child.

Oriana leaned against the door and looked at Monica.

“Could it be that the Hendrix family has changed owners? The last I checked, today’s my father’s birthday, and I’m here to celebrate with him. Monica, why would an outsider like you drive me away?”

Monica wanted to respond, but she was quickly stopped by Pamela.

Mom, it’s okay. Today’s dad’s birthday. We are all family, so we shouldn’t fight anymore. Oriana, stay for dinner, okay?” Pamela’s pretentious and scheming voice sounded.

Oriana focused her attention on Pamela. Pamela had wore her usual pretentious appearance. After all that had happened, Pamela still acted as if everything was perfect and suddenly wanted having dinner with Oriana.

Oriana quickly sensed that Pamela was up to something. She knew that Pamela must have a plan ongoing

“Okay, I’ll stay for dinner then.” Oriana replied and walked away from them.

Monica led Pamela to her room and asked confusingly,

“Pamela, why are you allowing Oriana stay?”

Pamela scoffed and replied calmly.

“Mom, I have a plan, so don’t worry about it.”

Oriana stood by the window and drank from her cup of coffee. She felt someone approaching her from behind. She looked at the glass window before her and sighted a bodyguard walking over with a sinister aura.

Oriana didn’t move. Sudddenly, the bodyguard raised his hand and slashed it at the back of her neck.

Immediately she was hit, Oriana shut her eyes and fainted.

The bodyguard hastily reached out to carry Oriana. Pamela suddenly walked over and instructed,

“Take her to the third room upstairs.”

“Okay, ma’am.”

The bodyguard took Oriana to the room upstairs and placed her on the soft big bed. Pamela held her phone she took a picture and forwarded it to two people.

Once she was done, Pamela went to the sitting room, sat on the sofa and awaited her guest.

Half an hour later, the villa’s door was opened and a handsome and tall figure surfaced.

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