I’m Someone Else

Chapter 100

Norman was taken aback. “He’s out with his friends. Why are you looking for Gavin, Quincy?”

He was also rather bewildered. Quincy is quite well-informed, isn’t he? He’s already gotten the news when Gavin has only been back for a few hours. Then again, why would he be looking for Gavin when Olivia’s injured and hospitalized?

Quincy nodded in exasperation. “Huh, impressive, very impressive. You two sure are father and son. What a heartless pair, both of you! One doesn’t care about the well-being of his own daughter and goes out drinking and having fun, while the other injures his half-sister and still has the mood to go out and play!”

“What? You’re saying Gavin injured Olivia? How is that possible?!”

“How is it not?!” Ophelie, whose cheek was still swollen from the slap, roared at her father. “The truth is already right in your face, yet you still refuse to believe it. You really truly only have eyes for your son!”

“I…” Norman frowned. “Surely there’s a reason Gavin hit Olivia.”

“That son of yours is nothing but a swine! Olivia and I were just minding our own business at home, and that b*stard barged in with erotic lingerie, demanding that we change in front of him! When we refused, he booted Olivia and slapped me!”

Silence filled the entire emergency room as everyone stared wide-eyed at Ophelie. No one said a word; they were all shocked by her words. Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Making your own sisters change into erotic lingerie right in front of you? Is Gavin Pearson out of his mind? Even if he’s young, he’s already an adult! How could he do such a thing? This is blatant harassment! What’s more, to harass your blood siblings! This is already beyond a swine. He’s a fiend!

“That’s bullsh*t!” Norman was the first to come to his senses. He knew his son well. Even if Gavin was a jerk, he couldn’t possibly do something so outrageously despicable. Moreover, Gavin is so obedient and sensible! He even received higher education abroad. How could he lack such basic ethical knowledge? This must be a fabricated testimony between Ophelie and Olivia, conspiring to frame my precious son! It must be!

“Fine. Think of it as bullsh*t! You just go on protecting your precious son!” Ophelie trembled subtly from anger, utterly disappointed in her father. “Either way, I’ve already told Grandpa Harrison about this. He’ll be coming over soon. If you don’t believe me, he definitely will!”

“How can you be so outrageous?! This is blatant defamation!” Norman was furious. He couldn’t believe Ophelie had made false accusations against Gavin to Harrison. How wicked of her to maliciously provoke a dispute between the Pearsons and Denvers!

Just then, Olivia spoke up. “Whether we’ve made false accusations or not, you’ll know once you ask him.”

“There’s no need for that!” Terrence glanced profoundly at Norman, who understood at once and nodded in agreement. “That’s right. I’m sure he will never do something so outrageous!”

“You’re nothing but a dumb*ss! And your son is a despicable sc*mbag!” Ophelie screamed hysterically.

“Shut up!” Norman raised his arm, intending to slap Ophelie. He thought she was becoming outrageous, even insulting him, her own father. But before he could lay a hand on Ophelie, Quincy clasped his arm.

“Where do you think this is, Norman?! I’m still standing here, and don’t you think you’re crossing the line?” Quincy turned grim, beyond livid. He might be getting old, but he was still sensible.

Both Olivia and Ophelie were young women. There was no reason for them to defame anyone using their innocence. Besides, if they were lying, how could their injuries be explained?! That they inflicted them on themselves? He couldn’t believe his good friend wouldn’t even ask—let alone interrogate—his son! This was a typical case of patriarchy!

“Don’t stop me, Quincy!” Norman was puzzled. What is up with Quincy today? It’s clearly off with the way he’s talking to me, and he’s never interfered with my family affairs!

“Norman, I know I shouldn’t interfere in your family affairs, but until he arrives, you are not allowed to lay a finger on the sisters!”

At that, Norman and Terrence exchanged a glance. It seemed that someone prominent was about to arrive. But who could it be?

At the same time, Quincy stood in front of the Pearson sisters, protecting them, clearly intending to stand up for them.

Olivia, on the other hand, was already in tears. The excruciating pain was already killing her, but what was happening before her eyes only made her suffer more than the physical pain she was feeling.

How did I end up being born into such a family? What sins had I committed in my previous life?!

Just then, the emergency door opened, and an elderly man strode in. It was Harrison Denver, Olivia and Ophelie’s maternal grandfather, and the two gorgeous women behind him were their aunts, Bella and Hannah Denver.

“Shh, it’s okay, Ophelie. Grandpa’s here now,” Harrison comforted his dear granddaughter before gazing icily at Norman and Terrence. The Pearson Family had gone too far, bullying his granddaughters like this! It was simply outrageous!

Meanwhile, Bella and Hannah crouched by the hospital bed, their faces filled with concern. “Olivia, how are you hanging?”

Olivia shook her head with difficulty, indicating that she was okay.

Terrence and Norman, on the other hand, remained silent. Though they weren’t afraid of the Denver Family, they didn’t want to sever ties with them either.

“Dr. Hofstead, is Olivia’s condition serious?” Harrison turned to Quincy. “Don’t worry. Name your price. I will get you the moon even if that’s what you want. I just want Olivia to be okay.”

At that, Quincy glanced disdainfully at Norman. Listen to Old Mr. Denver and look at yourselves! Have you done anything other than argue whether Gavin had hurt Olivia?! Look at how obvious the difference is! You people sure are heartless. To think Olivia is the eldest young lady of your family!

“Olivia’s injuries are quite complicated. She has eight broken ribs, and one of them is dangerously close to her heart. If treated recklessly, it could cost her life. We need an expert in acupuncture to seal her meridians with silver needles and control the broken rib.”

Harrison locked his brows into a deep furrow, pacing anxiously in the room before saying, “Samuel Peralta, the former patriarch of the Peralta Family, has done extensive research on acupuncture. I will beg him to help. I hope he can lend a hand.”

“Actually, I—” Quincy had wanted to stop Harrison because Thomas was already on his way to the hospital. There was no need for Samuel’s aid when they had Thomas. However, Harrison had already left the emergency room with his phone, leaving Quincy with no choice but to shake his head and return to the bedside.