Chapter 245

Chris asked directly, his voice filled with restrained fury. “Are you crazy?”

“Mother!” he continued. “She’s already sick with so many ailments. How much longer can she even live? Do you think I’d waste my time dealing with her?”

Grace’s anger flared, and her words were anything but kind. She scolded Chris without restraint, then hung up the phone without hesitation.

Chris listened to the beeping tone from the other end of the call, his brows furrowing deeply as he glanced at Carlin. “It wasn’t her.”

Based on Grace’s reaction, it didn’t seem like she was behind it.

Catlin asked, “Then who else could it be?”

Besides Grace, who else would want Olivia dead this badly? Wait… there was someone else – Stephanie.

As soon as Stephanie came to mind, Catlin’s face turned ghostly pale. “It was Stephanie. It has to be her! It must be her!”

If she could take down the Hart Group, then targeting Olivia was only logical. Chris’s expression turned even colder at the mention of Stephanie.

Catlin was completely frantic. “Chris, you have to save Olivia! What does Stephanie want?” Hadn’t she caused the Hart Group enough trouble? Was she really trying to kill Olivia?

Chris said, “I’ll handle it.”

Catlin was beside herself with anxiety. Only now did she fully realize what Stephanie had become. She had always thought of Stephanie as just a girl raised by a country family – uncultured, clueless, insignificant. But now, this so-called “country girl” had…

At that realization, Catlin’s face turned even paler.

“You go back first,” Chris said.

“The hospital is forcing Olivia to leave tomorrow morning, Chris. They’re trying to let her die!” Catlin choked out.

Chris nodded. “I know.” At that moment, he was suppressing his rage with great effort. After some time, he finally managed to send Catlin away.

Then he called for Kevin. “Where are Stephanie and Mr. Giovanni staying?”

Kevin answered, “The private Wooden Villa on the mountainside.”

Wooden Villa? That place had never been open to outsiders. As expected from the heir of the Lucano family – wherever he went, he was in the best place. And this Stephanie…

Thinking about how she had been raised in the Lucano family, Chris felt a suffocating sense of pressure. He had even forgotten to tell Catlin about this. First, he needed to deal with Olivia’s situation.

“Let’s go.” Chris stood up, grabbed his coat, and put it on.

Kevin looked at him in confusion. “Go where?”

‘Is he planning to confront Stephanie? Now?’ Kevin wondered. Mr. Giovanni was there too! Wasn’t this basically walking into a death trap?

After they got back, Sebastian received a phone call and left. Probably because Stephanie had some drinks, she lay on the bed, slipping into a soft slumber again. It was always like this – whenever she drank, her body would feel weak and drained of energy.

Half-asleep, she vaguely heard someone calling her from outside. But she was too tired. She turned over and continued sleeping.

Downstairs, Chris and Kevin stood there. Seeing Chris calling out directly, Kevin couldn’t help but remind him, “Sir, aren’t you afraid of angering Mr. Giovanni?”

Chris asked, “And what else am I supposed to do? You got a better idea?” The issue at the hospital was definitely Stephanie’s doing, and right now, he couldn’t even get through to her phone. If shouting her name didn’t work, he really had no other options.

“Stephanie!” He called out loudly.

Kevin was speechless. He had a bad feeling about tonight. Chris kept shouting for a full three minutes, but there was no response. This only fueled his frustration.

Just as he was about to call out again, the sound of a car engine suddenly came from behind. A strong beam of headlights swept across the courtyard.

Chris turned around and saw Elliot stepping out of the car, respectfully opening the door for the man in the back. Sebastian emerged, his presence sharp and imposing, with Lorenzo following closely behind.

Chris had no words to say. Kevin thought, ‘Damn. They’re screwed!’ Sebastian’s gaze was already cold, but at the sight of Chris standing there, a dangerous glint flickered in his eyes.

His voice was as chilling as the night air. “What are you doing here?”

Chris pressed his lips into a thin line, his eyes scanning Sebastian before landing on the scarf wrapped around his chest. The faint stains of blood on the fabric made Chris’s breath hitch.