Chapter 820
Chapter 820:
Candace nearly laughed at the sight of Annabel’s anger.
Instead, she put on an apologetic expression. “Miss Hewitt, I’m sorry. Don’t blame Ron. I came on my own. I heard Bruce was being discharged and wanted to be here p>
Then, as if it were natural, she leaned her head against Rupert’s shoulder—her lips curling into a smug little smile aimed at Annabel.
“Are you trying to make me jealous by parading your mistress around?” Annabel’s face twisted with fury.
“Enough.” Rupert’s expression turned icy, irritation sharpening his voice.
Candace immediately put on a pitiful look and pleaded, “Miss Hewitt, you can blame me, but please don’t be mad at Ron. I only care about his family p>
“What does his family have to do with you?” Annabel sneered, disdain dripping from every word. “You’re shameless p>
“Annabel, let’s not do this,” Rupert said, his jaw tight. “Grandpa is being discharged today. I don’t want to argue with you. Please, just leave p>
“What? I can’t believe you’re actually driving me away!” Annabel shook her head in disbelief. “So now you want to throw me away like a rag after using me? Don’t forget who cured your grandpa! It’s all thanks to me, you scumbag! He wouldn’t be leaving the hospital today if I hadn’t helped him recover so quickly p>
“Oh, really?” Rupert shot back coldly, impatience written all over his face. “That’s not how I see it. Grandpa would never have fallen ill in the first place if it weren’t for you. Now get out p>
“So you’d rather defend your precious mistress, Candace?” Annabel was seething, and she didn’t bother hiding it.
News of Bruce’s discharge had already reached the media. In no time, reporters flooded the hospital entrance. Though security tried to hold them back, the crowd forced its way in—and walked straight into the scene.
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Candace’s lips twitched with barely concealed delight. Hiding her satisfaction, she stepped forward and said with trembling lips, “You’re wrong, Miss Hewitt. I knew Rupert long before you did. I can’t be the mistress. Ron and I fell in love eight years ago, and he promised to marry me. So if you think about it, you’re the mistress here, not me p>
“Candace, I don’t understand why you keep forcing yourself into Rupert’s life and trying to push me away when you’re supposedly dying,” Annabel said, narrowing her eyes as she folded her arms.
“Enough.” Rupert’s tone turned sharp. “Annabel, the truth is you’ve disappointed me.” He turned to the bodyguards beside him. “Get her out of here p>
“You don’t have to. I can leave on my own,” Annabel snapped, then stormed out.
The reporters immediately swarmed her, firing questions as she tried to push through.
“Miss Hewitt, Miss Cooper says you’re the mistress. What do you have to say to that p>
“Miss Hewitt, since Mr. Benton drove you away, does that mean he chose Miss Cooper p>