Chapter 975

Vilma was definitely feeling a bit guilty—Rachel's vibe was just way too strong, made her nervous. She backed off a bit, half scared Rachel might just throw a slap her way without warning. But the thought of those billions quickly snapped her back into fight mode. She stepped in front of the hospital bed like a guard dog, arms wide, as if saying: "If someone's going to hell today, it'll be me." The main thing was, she felt she had the right to guard this prize—Rachel had already gotten Eric's inheritance, which was way more than enough. Why come fighting over Robert's too? They were all women—shouldn't they leave each other at least some breathing room? Rachel frowned and gave her a cold stare. "What are you even doing here? Get out." Vilma swallowed hard and mumbled, "N-No… I have to… I need to take care of him. He's hurt. He can't die right now…" Robert rubbed his temples with a sigh. Honestly, he didn't want Vilma facing off with Rachel. They weren't even on the same level—clearly.