Chapter 925

”Dolly, stop. This is the shareholders’ meeting, can we bring this up back home instead?” Fabian pretended to be the good guy in the room. Both of them were really pulling on an act. “Excuse me for interrupting, but I have a question.” At that moment, one of the shareholders asked, “Since you’re being rescued in the hospital, why do you still require Mr. Quinton to donate his blood?” “I went to the Lucas Hospital and the doctor mentioned that there was not enough RH Blood in their blood bank when I was in the emergency room. They needed to get some from other hospitals, but Mr. Quinton happened to share the same blood type as me.” Dorothy leaned into Fabian’s arms and cried. “I know that Mr. Quinton never liked me, but we are family now, no? Do you really need to be that cruel to me?” “Dolly…” “Don’t stop me! I have to say it out, or else I’ll feel terrible!” The shareholders present had begun to believe her words. As the saying goes, tears were the best weapon of a woman. From the beginning until now, Zac was staring at their act calmly, as if everything that was happening was unrelated to him. Only when Wilbur, who was standing behind him, motioned, did Zac take a glance around the room and say slowly, “I was at the hospital that day, and I deliberately refused to donate my blood.” “Mr. Quinton, aren’t you too cruel? That’s someone’s life!” “Exactly. If anything happened, who should bear the responsibility?” “...” Facing the criticism, Zac looked at the people while seeming to laugh. “Do you all know why the meeting was adjourned halfway last time?” After saying that, he pointed, and the photo of the farm appeared on the projector screen. “Because my daughter and godson were kidnapped, stuffed into a metal barrel, and buried alive. Both of them were kids. My youngest was four and my eldest was only ten. How evil is that?!” Zac’s eyes darkened. He looked at the person who accused him just now and asked, "Do you know why I was in the hospital? My daughter is still in a coma, so I went to the hospital to see her. " “If your daughter was buried alive and was about to die, would you still have the desire to donate blood? Not to mention donating blood to a criminal!” The crowd was astonished once again. “Mr. Quinton, what are you saying? Are you trying to imply that Ms. Jameson buried your kids alive?!” “You should have some solid evidence about what you’re saying, if not, you’re just accusing her no?” Hearing this, Zac sneered. “Why didn’t you ask for evidence from Dorothy earlier when she was speaking? How am I, the victim, guilty?” The man who spoke earlier snorted. “Don't you say these things just to find excuses for yourself? Who knows if this picture is real or not? You might be making up the entire story!” Zac was pissed, and he stared at the man coldly. “Uncle Williams, I didn’t want to expose everything on the table but you should’ve known better!” Uncle Williams gulped. “What am I supposed to know? I am pretty much aware that you, Zac Quinton, are a hypocritical man and will do anything to reach your goals!” “Alright, since you want it the hard way, I won’t conceal anything now.” That being said, Zac waved his hand at Wilbur. “Wilbur.” “Yes, sir.” “Hold on!” Someone pushed the door open and stopped him. “There’s no need to rush, WIlbur.” “Mrs. Quinton!” Seeing Olivia, Wilbur quickly pulled a chair for her. “Mrs. Quinton, you have yet to recover from your injuries. Please have a seat.” “Thank you.” Olivia looked at Zac and turned towards Fabian and Dorothy who were in shock then smiled at them. “It seems like everyone is unwilling to see me. Sorry for that.”