Chapter 57: He Gave Her 1.2 Million

Staring at Gabriella’s elated face, Pamela remained indifferent, muttering softly, “Gabriella, I’ve arranged for you to attend a foreign school. You can leave to study in a few days. Don’t worry about family affairs.”

Gabriella was stunned. She’d never considered studying abroad. Pouting, she asked, “Sister, why do you want me to study abroad? Do you not want me around? Don’t you like me?”

Pamela held Gabriella’s hand, caressing it soothingly. “Gabriella, you’re my sister; how could I not like you? It’s safer for you to be abroad. Rest assured, I’ll provide for your monthly expenses.”

A smile appeared on Gabriella’s face at the last sentence. “Sis, will you give me as much money as I need?”

“Yes, whatever you need, Gabriella. Just let me know,” Pamela said, tapping Gabriella’s nose dotingly. Gabriella smiled happily and said, “Then I’ll go back and pack my things.” She hopped away.

Pamela watched her leave, arms folded. The smile faded from her lips, replaced by cold disgust. Gabriella was trash, and keeping her nearby would only drag Pamela down.

Footsteps approached. Pamela swiftly resumed her gentle expression.

“Pamela,” Patrick called.

Pamela turned. “Dad, why are you so late? I’ll handle things here. Go rest.”

Patrick looked at Pamela with satisfaction. She had worked so well. His greatest wish was for her to inherit Hart’s Medical. Pamela wore a pink velvet dress. Patrick’s eyes were filled with appreciation and love.

“Did you offer Gabriella the opportunity to study abroad?”

Pamela nodded. “Dad, Gabriella’s no longer a child. Mom spoiled her. I’ve contacted an excellent school abroad. Most students are from prominent families, and I hope Gabriella makes friends.”

Pamela calmly explained to Patrick that the university was full of wealthy people. If Gabriella found a rich boyfriend, Derrick might return to her.

Patrick loved Pamela even more. This daughter alone knew the way to his heart. “Alright, I’ll leave it to you. I trust your judgment.”

“Uhm, Pamela?” Patrick called.

“Yes, Dad,” Pamela responded, her eyes fixed on his face.

“It’s about Hart’s Medical. The company is on the verge of bankruptcy. It needs a lot of money.”

Pamela briefly pursed her lips. “Dad, don’t worry, I have a solution.”

Patrick had always known his daughter was capable, but her ready agreement still left him unconvinced. She was studying and had just returned to LA. Where would the money come from?

Pamela understood his doubts. Looking into his eyes, she added, “Dad, I can help with Hart’s Medical finances, but on one condition.”

“What condition?”

“You can’t divorce Mom.”

Patrick’s expression turned cold. He was fed up with Monica. The memory of the video he’d seen lingered, and frequent contact with her risked driving him to distraction. He desperately needed a divorce.

“Dad, think about it. I believe that once Hart’s Medical is solvent, you’ll give me your answer.”

Pamela left him in the corridor and entered the ward. Inside, she looked at Monica, still in a coma. The whip wound had festered and inflamed. If Pamela hadn’t arrived earlier, Monica would have died.

A sneer touched Pamela’s lips. She knew Olive would return; she just hadn’t expected such drastic measures. However, no matter how ruthless Olive was, Pamela didn’t consider her a match.

Pamela called a number. A low, magnetic voice answered, “Hello.”

“Mr. Augustine, long time no see.”

In Augustine Corporation’s CEO office, Elvis stood handsomely by the window. His handsome face was impassive. He lightly lifted his thin lips and said, “What do you want?”

“Mr. Augustine, do you remember promising me three things seven years ago?”

Elvis remained silent. Pamela, usually composed, subconsciously fidgeted with her phone. She was deeply in love with this elite man, but also deeply afraid. Every time she saw him, her heart pounded, especially during his silences.

“Mr. Augustine, you’ve fulfilled the first. Now, the second: My father’s medical company is facing bankruptcy and needs significant capital.”

“How much?” Elvis muttered.

“1.2 million,” Pamela said softly.

Seconds later, Elvis replied, “I’ll have the secretary handle it,” before hanging up.

In his office, Elvis looked at his private secretary, Andrew. “Andrew, 1.2 million dollars. You can arrange that, correct?”

Andrew knew about Pamela, the leading socialite of LA. She was outstanding, but since Olive’s return, Andrew felt Olive was even more dazzling.

“CEO,” Andrew said cautiously, “Your wife will learn of this. She hates the Hart family and Pamela intensely. Investing 1.2 million is aiding your wife’s enemy. What will happen to Ma’am Olive?”

Elvis pursed his lips. He knew Olive would find out. However, he owed Pamela his life. Seven years ago, she had rescued him from a blizzard.