Chapter 17 You Can’t Deny It
Coleen turned to Chad and said, “Mr. Lynch, this isn’t about me. A human life is at stake. Give me back my phone.” “He won’t answer your call. Don’t you understand?” Chad snapped. His words help Coleen realize how awkward things were between her and Lyndon. She nodded and said, “Yes, you’re right.” Coleen turned to Leslie. “Make a call to inform the lady’s family.” She recited Lyndon’s number. Chad furrowed his brow, surprised that she’d memorized Lyndon’s number. Angry and frustrated, he handed her phone back and left. As Coleen watched him walk away, she silently apologized, “I’m sorry. I’m really sorry.” Coleen joined the others in the club’s vehicle to the hospital. Aislin had indeed taken sleeping pills, but fortunately, not a significant amount. After some emergency treatment, she was admitted to a hospital ward. When Leslie accompanied Coleen into the ward, Aislin looked at Leslie and said, “Who’s the person in charge? I want to see him.” Leslie turned sideways and introduced Coleen, “This is our Public Relations Department Manager, Ms. Hurst. If you need anything, you can talk to her.” “Is that so? If I ask her to get the hell out of Serendale, will she listen to me?” Leslie was stupefied. She had heard some rumors about Coleen, but the problem turned out to be trickier than she’d imagined. Coleen turned to Leslie. “Go wait outside.” “OK.” Leslie nodded and left. Coleen approached Aislin and said, “I know you hate me, but you shouldn’t have gambled with your health. I’ve attempted this method many times. It can’t kill anyone unless the dosage is sufficient.” Aislin looked up at her and said, “Is that so? Then why don’t you take a bit more and just die?” “Why would I do that?” Coleen smiled bitterly. “Why should I let you decide my fate? Aislin, enough is enough. Stop hurting yourself. I don’t want to be blamed for another death.” “Not a chance. I will keep doing this until nobody at Serendale will hire you. I will make sure you have no place here. You have to either leave or die.” Coleen closed her eyes and clenched her fists as she said, “Enough. You know I have nothing to do with your sister’s death. Stop pinning that on me, or else I won’t stay silent any longer.” “Shut up. You can’t deny it.” Aislin lifted the covers and pulled up a trouser leg, revealing a horrifying scar on her fair skin. “This scar is all thanks to you. I can’t even wear skirts in the summer. This wound almost left me crippled. Coleen, do you know how much I hate you? Why did you get to come out unscathed while my sister died and I got injured? I can’t accept it. My sister considered you a friend, but what did you do? You not only tried to steal her beloved man but also murdered her.” “I didn’t do any of that.” “The car is yours. You’re responsible for my sister’s death and my scar. Coleen, you can never change that.” Coleen clenched her fists and gritted her teeth. With Aislin’s eyes shooting daggers at her, Coleen turned around and hastily headed outside. If she stayed in the room a bit longer, she might lose control and beat Aislin up.
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