Chapter 8 Her Brother's Crisis

Just as she was about to make contact, Violet stopped and rose from Wesley Merritt's body. "Don't ever speak to me in that commanding tone again. If you do, next time I won't hold back with your brother. I'll not only kiss him—I'll claim every inch of him!" Violet crossed her arms, speaking slowly and calmly. Oscar Merritt was furious! "I don't want your treatment anymore! Get out!" Violet pulled a prescription sheet from her bag and handed it to Wesley Merritt. "This is the herbal formula I've prescribed for your brother. Have someone pick it up at the Chinese Medicine Pharmacy tomorrow. Don't bring the herbs back to brew here—non-professionals can't control the heat properly, and that'll affect the potency. Just have the pharmacy do the decoction for you. Also, have a set of silver needles custom-made. Your brother's legs will need acupuncture." With that, Violet went upstairs and shut the door behind her. Wesley Merritt stared at the closed door, his mind flooded with the image of the girl pressing him down just moments ago. It was bittersweet—pleasurable, yet tinged with regret. "Bro, are you okay?" Oscar Merritt asked, his face full of concern. Wesley snapped out of his thoughts and shook his head. "I'm fine." "Really? You're lying! If you were fine, why didn't you resist just now?" Oscar didn't believe him. He thought: as the eldest son, Wesley always bore everything alone, so he must be hiding something. "Resist?" Why would he resist? Wesley's brows furrowed. "Exactly! Bro, don't you have a phobia of women? I remember that time a rich heiress threw herself at you at the company, and you had her thrown out immediately. So why just now, when Violet pinned you down, didn't you move at all? You must be physically unwell." As he spoke, Oscar scanned Wesley's body with his eyes. Could it be that something really was wrong with his body? Wesley wondered silently. "Never mind that now. I'll have someone pick up the medicine." Oscar clenched his fists, lowered his head, consumed by guilt. It was all his fault! If it weren't for him, his brother wouldn't have suffered such humiliation! He would definitely find some dirt on that woman and make his brother kick her out! After sleeping soundly through the night, Violet woke up the next morning to a slightly overcast sky. "Going to rain? Guess I'd better stay in today." Come to think of it, it had been several days since her wedding, and her family hadn't even called her once. How pitiful her life truly was. Just as this thought crossed her mind, her phone rang. It was her father calling. Talk about speaking of the devil. The moment Violet answered, a shrill voice blasted through the phone. "Violet! Look what you've done! The Mosley family has completely terminated our contract. All our business deals are ruined!" At this, Violet could only laugh bitterly. It was laughably cold-hearted. "Am I… am I really your daughter? On my wedding day, I was humiliated by that scheming woman, then forcibly taken away by Brian Mosley to donate blood to her. You're my family—why didn't a single one of you come to my rescue?" "Rescue you? You're just incompetent! You've known Brian since childhood, yet another woman stole him from you. How could I have raised such a useless daughter? That's bad enough, but at the wedding, in front of all those people, how dare you attack Brian's woman? She was pregnant! You pushed her and caused her to hemorrhage—you should be the one supplying blood to her!" Heaven Leach roared in rage. Seriously? Violet rolled her eyes dramatically. "My so-called greatest dad, I must've slaughtered an entire village in my past life to deserve a father like you." "What did you say?!" Heaven Leach was so furious his eyeballs seemed ready to pop out. He couldn't believe his formerly obedient daughter would speak to him like this—this was outright rebellion! "I don't want to repeat myself. Just tell me—what do you want? If you don't say it quickly, I'm hanging up. I haven't even had breakfast yet." Violet said, stretching lazily as she got out of bed. "I don't have time to waste on you either! I order you—go to the Mosley residence right now, apologize to Brian, beg for his forgiveness. Kneel if you have to, kowtow if you must. Otherwise, the company will suffer huge losses!" Violet frowned in irritation. This kind of cold-hearted family bond wasn't worth keeping. Wait! Just as she was about to hang up, a scene suddenly flashed in her mind. On her wedding day, as Brian Mosley dragged her away, a young man rushed forward, blocking her path and shielding her. Brother! Violet suddenly remembered her beloved older brother, Caleb Leach. If anyone in this world treated her the best, after her late mother, it was definitely her biological brother Caleb. Ever since Heaven Leach brought Eleanor Young and her daughter into their home ten years ago, Violet had been bullied constantly. If not for her brother's constant protection, her life would have been even harder. Right—she'd been gone for several days now. Why hadn't her brother called her even once? "Where's my brother?" Violet asked anxiously. "How dare you ask about him? You've destroyed his life!" At those words, Violet's heart sank. "What happened to my brother? What's wrong with him?!" "Two days ago, during your wedding, your brother went crazy trying to take you back from Brian Mosley. He lunged at them and was thrown out by Brian's men. Brian's bodyguards broke his ribs. He's still lying in the hospital!" Violet's eyes turned bloodshot. Her grip on the phone tightened—then tightened again. "Which hospital is he in?" Downstairs, in the living room. Wesley Merritt looked up toward the second floor. "Why hasn't she come down for breakfast yet?" No sooner had the words left his mouth than he saw Violet push the door open forcefully, rushing down the stairs. What happened? "Hey! What's gotten into you?" Oscar snapped, then saw Violet turn toward him with blazing red eyes, her face radiating murderous intent—like a demon from hell. He froze instantly. "I have something to do. I'll be back later." Violet put on her shoes and reached for the door. At that moment, Wesley's voice came from behind. "Is there anything I can help with?"