<h4>Chapter 23: Chapter 22: Drunken Nonsense</h4>


    Elliana Lyle hid in the man’s arms, but cried even more fiercely. However, she did not struggle, because this was Norman Bet, the one who made her feel at ease.


    All the way back to the suite, Norman Bet did not say a word.


    However, the little girl in his arms was clinging on tightly, so Norman Bet had no choice but to keep holding her.


    Lana, worried yet perceptive, quietly returned to the nanny’s room, ready to take orders at any time.


    After a while, Norman Bet spoke the first sentence: "Have you cried enough?"


    The little girl in his arms was still sobbing uncontrobly. Norman Bet forced her to lift her head: "Look at me, stop crying."


    "Ugh~" Elliana’s eyes were timid when she saw Norman Bet’s cold face, as if she was truly frightened. She obediently stopped crying but couldn’t help but sob.


    "Girl." Norman Bet softened his tone, his big hand smoothing out the messy strands of hair on her small face.


    Norman Bet gazed seriously at that flushed little face, speaking with certainty: "You can’t escape now. For the rest of your life, you can only marry me."


    "Norman Bet, I didn’t lie... I didn’t lie." Elliana was drunk and hazy, seemingly not registering Norman Bet’s words. She stubbornly wanted to know where she went wrong.


    "Ugh... Exin clearly, where did I lie? Why did you abandon me? Why do you also bully me, ugh..." The more she asked, the more aggrieved she felt. Elliana was immersed in her own world, lost in grief.


    She continued toment: "Shane Southwell killed my parents. Eleanor Llyod killed my cat, and now you don’t want me either..."


    "What?" Norman Bet was obviously taken aback. He remembered the little girl had confidently said it was murder on the day of the aunt’s car ident.


    "I shouldn’t have married Shane Southwell... I finally reincarnated, prevented... my parents’ car ident, finally..." Elliana spoke intermittently, striving to confide in Norman Bet.


    These words sounded like drunken babbling. Norman Bet pressed his thin lips together, quietly listening to the little girl’s confessions in his arms.


    Elliana pouted, gesturing with her hands: "I bought a cat at Jiajia Pets, it was a white cat, with pink ears... I called it Lilypad."


    "But... butter, Eleanor Llyod gouged out its eyes, and Shane Southwell stomped it to death. At that time, I couldn’t protect it, Lilypad died, Lilypad died..."


    His little girl seemed to have experienced many things, suffered many grievances, and now was trembling with sobs, crying so much that it broke his heart.


    "Shh, don’t cry, I’m here. I won’t let anyone hurt you." Norman Bet held her tightly, letting the little girl’s face bury in his chest.


    Rebirth is something Norman Bet didn’t quite believe in, but he believed in Elliana.


    "Norman Bet~ Don’t leave, okay? Don’t leave... cough cough! Cough cough..."


    Ugh~


    Red liquid was vomited onto both of them. If it weren’t for the smell of red wine and the wine bottle by the bay window, Norman Bet might have been scared to death by this girl.


    "Lana, take her to clean up." Norman Bet had always had a touch of a cleanliness obsession, although he found it hard to bear, he tolerated it because it was Elliana.


    Lana, always ready for action, quickly ran over, took Elliana from Norman Bet’s arms, and carried her to the bathroom.


    The next day.


    "Elliana, how could you drink so much? I was terrified when I got the news." Joy Lyle patiently wiped her forehead, her tone full of concern despite its questioning nature.


    Elliana, lying t on the bed, felt like a dead fish. She didn’t want to move, feeling like her brain would scatter with any movement.


    She couldn’t remember what happenedst night, but she remembered Norman Bet leaving, and scolding her indiscriminately again.


    "Sis, I’m thirsty." Elliana licked her lips and said.


    "Alright."


    Joy Lyle picked up a cup of water, using a small spoon, she took only a little water and slowly ced it at Elliana’s lips, the water flowing down her tongue and throat.


    "You~ always like a little child, tell me, why did you suddenly drink so much?" Joy Lyle’s tone was always gentle and soothing.


    The thought of Norman Bet gave Elliana a headache. Unable to resist, sheined to Joy Lyle: "He suddenly went crazy and yelled at me, said I was lying, and wanted to send me back. I don’t even know what I did wrong."


    "Lying?"


    Joy Lyle’s brow furrowed slightly, then sheforted: "Elliana, Norman is not an unreasonable person. Are you hiding something from him?"


    "Do I have..." Elliana was about to retort when she suddenly went quiet.


    Hiding something... Elliana recalled carefully. It seemed that Norman Bet’s attitude changed after she went to the restroom.


    After returning to the room, she saw a message from Shane Southwell on her phone.


    ...


    Could it be that Norman Bet saw it too?


    No wonder Norman wanted to take her to meet the director in the afternoon. It turned out he didn’t want her to meet Shane Southwell, but... she hadn’t intended to meet Shane Southwell anyway!


    Now this misunderstanding is huge!


    "Sis, where is Norman Bet? I need to find him!" Elliana, despite her headache, just wanted to quickly find Norman Bet to rify.


    "He’s outside, hey! Elliana, slow down!" Joy Lyle, without regard for anything else, hurried to follow.


    Elliana held her phone, wobbling and running to the living room, and sure enough, Norman Bet was sitting on the sofa, holding a document, but his eyes were on her.


    "Norman Bet, I’m telling you, I didn’t lie." She quickly ran over, sat next to the man, opened her phone, and showed the chat record with Shane Southwell.


    "Look!"


    Seeing Norman Bet’s face turnpletely dark, Elliana quickly exined: "I tricked him. I wasn’t going there in the afternoon, really. I knew he was short on money and was afraid he’d find someone else to get money through, so I lied and said I’d arrange money for him, but I wasn’t going to give him any money."


    The little girl’s speech was astonishingly fast, like a tongue twister, but Norman Bet understood.


    "Do you understand?" Elliana looked at Norman Bet expectantly. If he didn’t understand, she could say it again.


    ...


    ——North City Central Hospital.


    Shane Southwelly on the hospital bed, wearing a blue and white striped hospital gown, his right leg in a cast, no part of his face unscathed.


    Yesterday, the bank loan was barely paid off, but today is thest day for payment to the production team.


    Cari sat by the hospital bed, watching Shane Southwell with a worried face. She was still in shock, thankful that those people didn’t hit her yesterday.


    "Vice President, why not... tell the president the truth, otherwise..." Cari was worried, if the payment can’t be made today, they risk breaching the contract, and it would cause significant trouble for Rnd.


    Dong, dong dong!


    The hospital room door was knocked, and Cari, thinking it was the doctor, said: "Come in!"


    Click!


    The door opened, and two uniformed police officers walked in, presenting their credentials to Shane Southwell: "Are you Mr. Shane Southwell? Pleasee with us for a..." They didn’t finish the word "trip".


    The two police officers looked at each other in surprise. ording to surveince, this person was smashing things and hitting people in a café yesterday. How could he be lying here today? And so severely injured!


    "Officer, what’s going on..." Cari looked at the two police officers, puzzled.


    "We received a report from the café that you damaged tables and chairs and hit an employee. Mr. Shane Southwell, your actions constitute provoking and causing trouble."


    Shane Southwell had already been upset after being beaten up by Norman Bet’s men. Now, with the police causing trouble, he was furious, his eyes practically bulging out.


    "Sir, ring at us won’t help. You’ve already broken thew. Given your current condition, we’re going to take your statement here." The police officer said.


    Two hourster, Cari saw the police off, promising on behalf of Shane Southwell to pay for damages and apologize where necessary.


    "Vice President, it’s still best to tell the president. The president must have a solution." Cari advised once again. This fund had already been allocated, but Shane Southwell gambled and bought luxury goods for Eleanor Llyod, spending it all.


    Initially, they hoped Elliana would help, but now, it’s out of the question. The two of them were in a panic like ants on a hot pan.


    "Go, get... a loan, find Tyrant Dragon!" Shane Southwell said with some difficulty.


    This Tyrant Dragon was a loan shark, and Cari shook her head vigorously after hearing it: "Vice President, I’ll go talk to the president, you rest well."


    Cari said this and walked out of the hospital room. She didn’t care how angry Shane Southwell would be, because that loan shark was not to be borrowed from, even though she knew Shane Southwell and Tyrant Dragon were close.