I’m Someone Else

The cops arrived shortly thereafter and took Izzy and her friends away. Public nuisance charges wouldn’t land them in jail, but getting bailed out would take some time. Everyone was glaring at Howard venomously. They blamed this bad fortune on him and Thomas. Howard refused to help them, while Thomas was the one who started this.

“I won’t forget what you did, Howard,” Aaron hissed at him before he was taken away.

Olivia was taken to Prescott Hospital, and Thomas and Sean were waiting outside the emergency room. Ophelie eventually caught up to them as well.

“Congratulations, Thomas.” Sean looked at Thomas.

“Why?”

“Because you saved the girl. If she comes out fine, she’s going to be really grateful to you. After all, you told the men back at the hotel to keep an eye on the guy who hurt her.”

Still as nonsensical as ever. Thomas glanced at him and looked at the emergency room. She should be fine. I stopped her bleeding, after all.

The sounds of footsteps rang in the air, causing everyone to turn in that direction. A middle-aged man showed up, and he was none other than Norman, the chairman of Pearson Group and Olivia’s father.

“Dad!” Ophelie approached her father.

top speed from his house the moment he received the call. She was just

“They did this!”

radiating, but now that her father was here, she had nothing to

Norman looked at Sean and gasped. Why

up and quickly explained, “We

could finish. “See that guy beside him, Dad? He yelled at me and stabbed Olivia with her brooch. She’s still in

on the way here, he realized that Olivia was bleeding really slowly. He wasn’t hurting your sister; he was saving her! And the guy who hurt her was Nate, not

slide for you, Sean. You may

Sean laughed mirthlessly. “I can come and go as I please. This guy is my brother. You

a child anymore, Sean. Think about the consequences of your actions. Do you have any idea what will happen if

family, but just because we’re nouveau riche doesn’t mean we’re scared of you. You hurt my

been showing a meteoric rise, and they were starting to clash with the Mortons. Skirmishes were starting to happen, and if Norman did try to go after him, it

his friend was in a tough spot. This is my problem, not his.

I can’t leave him alone. I’m no deserter, and I never will be! Not on

his generation, at least in his family. He was no fool. On the contrary, he was smart. That man beside him looks ordinary, but who

The

to listen to Thomas too. In the end, he stomped his foot angrily. “I’ll be waiting in the car, Thomas. Call me if anything

glare before leaving. You won’t listen to me? Fine. Once my old man comes here, you’re going to listen whether you