Chapter 4 Looking for Death?

Grant unceremoniously threw the document straight onto the floor.

He'd known all along that this Yasmin was no good, but no one else in the family believed him.

Well, now he didn't need to expose her true colors himself.

"What are you standing there for? Don't you want to leave? Get lost!"

Yasmin laughed in anger.

She and Grant had never gotten along, and now there was no need to pretend anymore.

She bent down to pick up the document from the floor and gave Grant a long look.

"Grant, you're going to regret everything you did to me today."

With that, she turned to leave.

But the second she turned around, she saw Amelia standing to the side, watching her.

When Yasmin saw Amelia's face, her brows furrowed.

Such a beautiful girl.

Even wearing those incredibly tacky country clothes, nothing could hide her beauty.

Her beauty was almost aggressive, making people feel very uncomfortable.

And those eyes looked so much like Natalie's.

Almost immediately, Yasmin guessed Amelia's identity.

She walked up to Amelia and looked her up and down.

"So you're that lost Amelia?"

Amelia smirked as she shot back, "And you're that ungrateful bitch?"

"You!"

In her anger, Yasmin raised her hand to slap Amelia.

But before her hand could swing over, Amelia caught it firmly in mid-air. She immediately couldn't move, feeling only a sharp pain in her wrist.

She sucked in a breath from the pain and shouted, "Bitch! Let go!"

"You're always calling me a bitch. That's just rude. Get lost yourself before I lose my temper."

Amelia pulled her hand back in disgust, wiping it on her pants like she couldn't get rid of Yasmin's touch fast enough.

Yasmin laughed in anger again.

"Fine, you really are a family. Don't think you came back from the countryside to enjoy the good life - the Richardson family is finished!"

"Whether we're finished or not, I don't know. But I do know that if you don't get lost by the time I count to three, you'll really be finished."

Yasmin was about to lunge at Amelia again when Grant blocked her.

"Someone! Drag her out!"

"No need to drag me, I can walk myself! I didn't want to stay in this house anyway! And all of you, just wait! I will get revenge for today!"

She'd come back alone today to avoid an unfavorable situation and humiliation.

Once she got to the Sullivan family, she'd have plenty of ways to get revenge.

Grant was about to curse when out of the corner of his eye, he saw Natalie's body sway and fall to the side.

"Mom!"

He rushed to catch her, suddenly feeling a gust of wind and a dark shadow flash past him.

When he looked clearly, Amelia had already caught the fainting Natalie.

"Amelia, let's get her back to her room."

"Okay, okay."

Soon Natalie was helped back to her room and laid down.

Amelia took Natalie's hand and concentrated on examining her.

Her heartbeat was very irregular - she'd fainted from being so upset.

And her body was terribly weak. It must be from an old condition that needed careful treatment, otherwise her body couldn't take it.

Grant had just told the butler to call 911 when he turned around to see Amelia examining Natalie.

He was stunned for a moment, then walked over and asked, "Amelia, you know medicine?"

Amelia casually made up an excuse. "I learned a bit from the village doctor years ago. Do you have acupuncture needles at home? She needs treatment now."

The butler Holden, hearing that she'd learned medicine from a country doctor, worried Amelia might accidentally hurt someone and reminded them, "I've called for an ambulance. It should be here in about twenty minutes."

Amelia said expressionlessly, "In her condition, if she goes to the hospital, the doctor will just give her oxygen, then order a bunch of tests, and finally prescribe some random medicine and send her home."

Grant made a quick decision. "Go to the therapy room and see if the therapist left any acupuncture needles."

The therapy room at home was set up because Quinton had chronic spine problems.

Holden had no choice but to go look for the supplies, even though he disagreed.

Fortunately, although the therapist had been let go, the equipment was still there.

Holden quickly brought over a needle case.

Amelia opened it and spread out the set of silver needles inside.

After sterilizing them, she inserted needles at several points on Natalie's body.

However, after the needles were in place, Natalie still showed no response, her eyes remained closed.

Seeing this, Holden quietly pulled Grant aside.

Among the brothers in the family, Grant was the youngest and the least reliable.

The others had all gone off to deal with Quinton's situation, leaving only him as the sensible one. He couldn't let Grant make a mistake.

"Grant."

Holden glanced in Amelia's direction and whispered to Grant, "Is the one you brought back really Ms. Richardson?"

"Of course! Look at her eyes - they look exactly like my mom's when she was young! And that thing hanging around her neck is the double fish pendant Mom gave her when she went missing."

Holden nodded and got to the point. "Before you left, we found out Ms. Richardson was adopted by a farming family in the countryside. To put it bluntly, what do country people know about treating illness? The ambulance will be here soon. Tell her to stop messing around - it's more reliable to send Mrs. Richardson to the hospital."

"You mean you think Amelia would hurt Mom?"

Holden quickly shook his head. "Of course not, I'm just worried about the what-ifs. You saw it too - after those needles went in, Mrs. Richardson had no reaction at all."

Grant was more direct and walked straight over to Amelia.

"Amelia, how long until Mom wakes up?"

"Ten minutes." As Amelia spoke, she adjusted a needle at one spot with moderate force.

Chest tightness and difficulty breathing needed to be slowly relieved.

Grant nodded and turned to Holden. "Let's wait ten minutes! If she's not awake after ten minutes, we'll send her to the hospital. Don't worry yet - there are skilled doctors in the countryside too."

Hearing this, Amelia also looked over at Holden.

"Don't worry too much. She'll wake up."

Holden smiled awkwardly. "Get it."

Grant was really blunt.

How could he just say it out loud like that?

No wonder everyone said that among the Richardson family's six sons, besides the fifth son Felix Richardson who studied martial arts, Grant was the most straightforward.

Just as Holden was getting anxious from waiting, the sound of an ambulance came from downstairs.

Holden immediately said, "The ambulance is here! Grant, let's get Mrs. Richardson onto the ambulance first!"

As soon as he finished speaking, the door was suddenly kicked open.

Everyone instinctively looked toward the door.

A man with thick eyebrows and big eyes, with a scar on his right eyebrow bone, walked in.

"Grant, I heard Mom..."

Before he could finish, Felix caught sight of Amelia inserting a thick silver needle into the top of Natalie's head.

His eyes immediately blazed with fury.

"Who are you! Daring to hurt my mom? You're asking for death!"

He struck a palm toward Amelia.