A small part affected the whole. That was what they said.
I followed Dennis into the locker room and changed.
When he saw me change my clothes, he was stunned, smiled, and said, “I will go to the company to know the specific situation, you wait for me at home!”
I smiled and looked up at him, who was a head taller than me. “You go to the office, and I’ll visit Sheila Torres in the hospital. I don’t know anything about the company, but I can do what I can.”
He raised his eyebrows and kissed me on the cheek. “It’s a waste of your talents to keep you at home. Maybe I should consider letting you work for me as my secretary.”
I snorted, “Do I have to be a secretary?”
He laughed, “You can be anything you want!”
Ignoring his words, I took my bag and my car keys and got out of the house. One of us went to the company and the other to the hospital after we told each other.
It took about half an hour from the villa to the hospital. Just as the car stopped, I met Rose, who was going to the hospital.
I called out to her. “Rose!” She was a little older than I was, and I couldn’t think of anything nice to call her, so I just called her name.
She didn’t hear me at first. I called out several times before she turned around. Seeing it was me, she was slightly stunned for a moment and said unexpectedly, “Miss Kennedy!”
I smiled as I followed her, “Don’t call me Miss Kennedy. I’ve been out of the George Group for years, so just call me by my first name.”
She smiled, “I’m used to it.”
I raised my hand and pressed the elevator. Seeing that she didn’t look good, I said, “Are you here to see Sheila Torres?”
Sheila Torres was in the hospital, and I should have said visit, not see. But she didn’t look like she was visiting her.
I nodded, hesitated, and looked at her, “So, is it you?”
She smiled sadly, looked at me, and asked, “Would you believe me if I said no?”
There was a video on the headline of her pushing Sheila Torres. The photo was very clear, and even the expressions of the two people were particularly obvious. Only sound was inserted into the picture, so there was no conversation between them before the accident.
After a moment’s hesitation, I looked at her and answered more sincerely, “Well, I can’t tell, but at the moment, I don’t see a reason for you to push her.”
She smiled lightly, somewhat unconcerned, and then shrugged slightly, “There is no easy explanation for such things.”
The elevator doors were opened and she and I made way for a group of doctors wheeling patients out of surgery.
We waited until everyone was out of the elevator before we got in, then I looked at her, “Are you here today to apologize or clarify?”
She held the bag and smiled bitterly. “That depends!” She spoke softly, with little emotion.
I closed my lips and spoke no more.
What puzzled me was that Rose and Sheila Torres didn’t seem to be the same kind of people. How could they collide at the annual meeting?
The elevator doors were opened and Rose hesitated, then she looked at me and said, “Miss Kennedy, why don’t you go in first? I’ll be right in.”
I was stunned for a while and went in without much explanation.
In the hospital room, a nurse was changing lotion for Sheila Torres. The patient was so beautiful that the nurse who changed her dressing could not help but take a second look.
Men were said to like beauties, but girls also liked beauties. When we saw a good-looking girl on the street, we couldn’t help but want to take a look at her.
It was always described that the heroine was envied by many people because of her beauty in novels. And I always spurned this kind of unreasonable operation.
In real life, many girls couldn’t help but take a second look when they met a good-looking girl. How could there be so much malice?
So, novels were unreliable!
Hearing the noise, the nurse looked at me and said tentatively, “Hello, are you Mrs. George?”
I nodded and smiled, “Yes. Well, I came to check on Miss Torres. Thank you for your trouble.”
“You’re welcome, Mrs. George!” The nurse said hello, put away the medicine bottle, and went out.
Sheila Torres was awake and overheard the conversation. She didn’t seem too keen to see me.
She looked cool and said, “Miss Kennedy, what did you want to see me about?”
Knowing she didn’t like me, I got straight to the point, “Did you read the headline today?”
She looked at me, then pressed her lips together, cold as ever. “Yes!”
I nodded, took a seat, and looked at her face. The water was freezing, but she was in the hospital for another day with first aid, so she was fine.
“I don’t know what you’re up to, but I can tell you’re at least an admirer of Dennis. Well, in that case, do you have any idea what it means to the George Group that you made this story?” It was unlikely that she was deliberately trying to get the George group into a discussion, but she was at best trying to get Rose.
Then it was even less necessary for her to do that because of her personal vendetta against Rose.
She looked at me colder than ever, and said in a low voice “What makes you think I set her up?”
I put my bag behind my chair and thought for a moment, then said, “I’ve known her seven years ago. I don’t know her very well, but I do know her character from all her years at the George Group. Besides, she has nothing against you, and I see no reason why she would push you.”
“Well!” She snorted ironically, “Sure enough, the best men are blind when they choose women. Clara, I can’t judge your intelligence, but you underestimate human nature. Besides, if you don’t know my relationship with Rose, what makes you think there’s no history between me and her?”
I smiled lightly but I wasn’t angry, “So, is it true she didn’t push you? Did you drop yourself in the pool?”
She sneered away, “As to who is right and who is wrong, that is a matter for Mr. George to decide. I don’t think you’re here to interrogate me, do you?”
I was speechless. Indeed, a big part of the reason I came over was to placate her.
But I could not warm up to this beautiful and prickly woman.
I thought about it and said, “What’s going on between you and Rose is out of my hands. But what you’re doing is exposing the Georges group to huge losses. If I must, I’ll talk to Dennis to get you out of the George Group. After all, the George Group is not your playground.”
She sneered, haughty as a peacock, “Do you think you are capable of that?”
I raised my eyebrows, “We’ll see.”
I got up, feeling there was no point in continuing the conversation.
Scarcely had I reached the door when she spoke, “Clara, he’s too good for you.”
This, without the slightest suspense, was full of disdain.
I looked back at her and smiled, “You think you’re good enough for him?”