Chapter 295

It was aggressive, even questioning. Elizabeth blocked the number and ignored it. She had just left the emergency room when she saw Henry outside. She thought he was there for business, but then he opened the car door and said, “Ms. Percy, let’s talk.”

“I didn’t report Esme. We have nothing to discuss,” Elizabeth said, not wanting to deal with the Russell family.

“Ms. Percy, I mean no harm,” Henry replied. After a brief pause, Elizabeth walked to the car. “Let’s talk here.” Henry agreed after a moment.

“Elizabeth, I know you don’t need money. But here’s two million dollars; please accept it,” Henry said, handing her a bank card.

Elizabeth was shocked. ‘What’s Henry up to?’

“Please be more polite to Esme,” he said, implying she should take the money and let it go.

Elizabeth laughed. ‘Is he serious?’

“Two million to buy my attitude towards Esme?” she said, holding up the card. “I’ll give you two million to stay away from me. How would you feel?”

“Elizabeth, why are you being unreasonable? If you did it, admit it!” Henry frowned.

“Isn’t it your family being unreasonable?” Elizabeth threw the card at him. ‘Offering me money is an insult. And why should I admit to something I didn’t do?’ she thought.

Henry still didn’t get why she was so mad.

“I don’t need your two million. If you give me the entire Russell fortune, I might consider it. And,” she added, “Mr. Russell, watch your behavior. Next time, I won’t be so polite.”

Henry was speechless. As she turned to leave, she pointed at him, her face full of threats. “Be careful. I might really expose Esme’s fake degree!”

Elizabeth thought, ‘If I want to expose something, I’ll be thorough and detailed, not vague like that anonymous letter. Why does everyone suspect me? Am I really that despicable?’

Henry didn’t understand her, but what really hurt was Alexander’s misunderstanding. Henry stepped forward, looking stiff. “Elizabeth, you…” He seemed to want to ask if she had the guts.

‘I’m very crazy, so don’t mess with me,” she smiled. At worst, they’d go down together.

Elizabeth wasn’t afraid of death or hell. If she hadn’t married Alexander, she’d have gone wild by now. She waved at Henry, smiling dangerously. Henry picked up the bank card and sighed.

The backseat window rolled down. Allen was in the car, watching Elizabeth’s back, her hand clenched into a fist. “She’s really stubborn and difficult!”

“Mom,” Henry frowned, “Maybe it really wasn’t Elizabeth.”

“If not her, then who? Who else knows Esme’s degree was fake?” Allen got angrier. She slapped her thigh, eyes fixed on Elizabeth’s back. She thought Elizabeth needed a lesson.

“Mom, don’t provoke her anymore. It’s not good for us,” Henry said meaningfully. For some reason, he felt they shouldn’t push Elizabeth too far. It might not end well.