Taken By My Fiancé's Uncle - Chapter 154: Chapter 154

Ten minutes later, Lorraine's check wasn't finished. But Sheila had arrived.
Sheila and Shirin strode over briskly, dragging a struggling woman between them. As soon as they spotted Eugene, the two girls shoved the woman unceremoniously to the floor.
"This bitch," Sheila said coldly, "has been spreading vicious rumors about Lorraine online and posting so-called 'evidence' photos. You deal with her, or wait for Lorraine to decide what to do."
Eugene lowered his gaze to the woman sprawled at his feet—Her hair was a tangled mess, her face bruised in several places, and her clothes torn to shreds. All the wounds were fresh.
If he hadn't looked closely, Eugene wouldn't have recognized this battered woman as Woody, who had once climbed the mountain with him and Lorenzo.
"Did you it?" Eugene asked Sheila.
"Damn right," Sheila answered.
"And so did I." Shirin chimed in proudly.
Woody shrank into the corner as soon as she saw Eugene. She remembered just how terrifying and ruthless this man was.
Eugene's gaze dropped, landing back on her like she was nothing but an ant. "She couldn't have caused such a huge uproar on her own, in such a short time."
"You mean there's someone else behind her, pulling the strings?" Shirin asked, eyes wide. "She is so evil."
"Leave it to me—I'll get the answers," Sheila said, rolling up her sleeves and striding over with practiced ease, yanking Woody up by the collar.
"This lounge is Lorenzo's private room," Eugene 'helpfully' pointed out, gesturing toward a door. "He should be more than happy to let you use it."
Sheila calmly kicked the door open, motioned for Shirin to close it, and then landed a flurry of sharp slaps across Woody's face. Woody was seeing stars, her head ringing.
Shirin gave her a hard kick from behind. "Say it. Who's working with you?"
"No one." Woody gritted her teeth.
Sheila sneered, "Shirin, I remember you're studying to be a nurse, right?"
"Yeah!" Shirin nodded eagerly.
"Go inside and see if you can find any peroxide or alcohol—just pour it right on her wounds."
Sheila and Shirin weren't the type to resort to violence—usually, they were harmless as lambs. But what happened to Lorraine was so infuriating that they were dead set on giving Woody a brutal lesson; only then would they feel Lorraine was truly avenged.
"Got it!" Shirin stormed into Lorenzo's lounge and rummaged through the drawers. "There's nothing you mentioned, but—look. There's a photo of you!" She held up the framed picture as if she'd unearthed some priceless treasure, cradling it reverently in both hands.
Sheila took a deep breath and said to Shirin, "Must you hold it like that?"
"Sorry." Shirin promptly flipped the photo over.
"Could you let me see it?" Sheila asked.
Shirin quickly handed it over. Sheila shoved Woody aside and took the photo.
Looks like Lorenzo snapped this secretly—probably when Sheila was on her way up the mountain, dozing off against the car window.
In the photo, the golden light of the setting sun streamed in, making the fine fuzz on her face visible. Her face looked like a fresh, ripe peach. She was in that oversized red T-shirt, curled up like a tiny ball.
"Sheila, I didn't know you could look so peaceful." Shirin tutted and shook her head. "It's a great shot. Oh, there's something written at the bottom." She squinted, struggling to read the tiny letters, sounding them out one by one, "MY... S, S..."
Sheila rolled her eyes at Shirin. "My sweetheart."
"Who is your sweetheart?" Shirin asked.
"It's his sweetheart. Ugh, never mind," Sheila stammered, suddenly at a loss. "Just put the photo back."
Shirin gave her a look that clearly said, "There's definitely something going on," then slyly put the photo back. As soon as Shirin let go of the photo, it hit her.
'Wait, that's not right. With Sheila's temper, if she caught someone sneaking a photo, she'd have torn it to shreds. So why did she just let me put it back?'
Sheila didn't know what Shirin was thinking. She grabbed Woody again.
"What, are you going to kill me? I bet you don't have the guts. If not, just let me go." Woody sneered.
Sheila smirked. "Killing you would be boring. I don't play with corpses. See? I even shaped my nails like this just for you." She raised her hand for Woody to see. Each nail was trimmed into a sharp, jagged little saw.
"What are you going to do?" Woody stammered, fear creeping into her voice.
"You studied medicine, right? So, you know if I scratch your face with these, the scars will never go away." Sheila flashed a creepy smile and reached for her face.
Even through the closed door, Eugene could hear Woody's screams and sobs. But she was utterly unworthy of any sympathy. So, he didn't even flinch.
The examination room door swung open. Lorraine stepped out. Lorenzo followed behind her and said, "It's nothing serious. The blood test results won't be ready until tomorrow morning."
Earlier, inside, Lorraine had told him that Ian had covered her mouth and nose with something, knocking her unconscious before abducting her. So, just to be safe, Lorenzo drew her blood sample.
Eugene nodded, about to speak, when another sharp scream pierced the air from behind the door across the hall.
Lorenzo froze. "Isn't that my lounge?" 'Why is someone screaming inside?' he wondered.
"Yeah, there's someone inside," Eugene replied, leading Lorraine over and knocking on the door. Shirin rushed over and opened it.
Seeing the three of them outside, she said happily, "Lorraine. She confessed—it was a woman she met at the foot of the mountain who contacted her and told her to do this."
Lorraine was completely confused. "Who?"
"See if it's her," Eugene said, pulling up a photo on a private forum and handing over his phone.
Woody cowered in the doorway, her face a gruesome mask of blood and torn flesh—almost unrecognizable. Her eyes were lifeless as she glanced timidly at the phone, not daring to look at Eugene again, and gave a small nod.
Sheila leaned in for a look. "Norah?" 'So, it was her.'
'So, Norah had gone to all this trouble just to target me.' Lorraine thought, shocked. 'But wasn't she supposed to be up on the mountain?'
"It's her," Eugene said calmly. "Wait here for a bit. I'll go check on Queenie. Then we'll leave."
"Okay," Lorraine replied. She sat on the sofa, watching as he walked away.
Shirin could barely contain herself, having held back for so long out of fear of Eugene. The moment he left, she rushed up to Lorraine. "He said you're his wife. Is that for real? Wow, Lorraine, you're so lucky!"
The wounds on Lorraine's body, still unhealed, ached under Shirin's excitement. She shifted aside and replied, "It's not true."
Shirin's enthusiasm fizzled out instantly, her head drooping. "Not true?"
"Yeah, I think he just said that to get me out of a tight spot."
Shirin didn't get why Eugene would go so far as to involve himself just to help Lorraine, but since Lorraine said so, she believed her and nodded. "Well, he's good to you."
'Yes, he is.' Lorraine thought to herself. 'Maybe it's because of the child I lost that he's being so kind to me.' The thought flashed through her mind and was gone in an instant.
She found herself half-convinced. "Yeah, he's been pretty good to me," she admitted.
Lorenzo stood behind them, barely suppressing a laugh as he listened to their conversation. 'Seriously, Eugene would ever treat a woman so unconditionally and without limits just out of guilt,' he thought. 'These girls know nothing about him.'
Lorenzo caught sight of Sheila right away, his expression shifting subtly. "Sheila, you're here," he murmured. He hadn't seen her once since they'd come down from the mountain. He'd asked her out to dinner—no response. Invited her shopping—ignored.
He'd sent her hundreds of messages, all of which were not replied to. Yet the more distant she was, the more fascinated he became. 'A girl who can't be easily swayed is a good girl,' he mused.
Sheila shot him a nonchalant glance, gave an indifferent "Hi," and sat down next to Lorraine. "Are you hungry? Eugene might take a long time. Let me order some takeout. Let's eat something."
Shirin immediately shot her hand up. "I agree."
Sheila looked exasperated and rolled her eyes. "Didn't you already eat a ton?"
"But I was interrogating Moody for so long. I'm hungry again." Shirin replied defensively. "Hurry up!"
Eugene walked upstairs to the VIP ward, where Queenie was still fast asleep. Mrs. Maria Moore sat by her side, carefully watching over the IV drip. Neither of them had any idea about the chaos that had unfolded tonight.
Eugene had been keeping them company for a while when his phone rang. Mrs. Maria Moore turned to him. "Who's calling you so late?"
"Isaac," Eugene replied.
"Work? It must be an emergency."
Eugene nodded. "If you need anything, call me right away. I'll come to relieve you in the morning."
"Got it, go on. And you should get some rest too," Mrs. Maria Mooreu said, waving him off as she continued to care for her daughter.
Eugene took the elevator straight down to the ground floor. Isaac was already waiting at the entrance, a brand-new kraft paper bag tucked under his arm.
When he saw his boss, he quickly reached into the bag and pulled out two certificates. "Boss, the City Hall made an exception and opened up tonight just for this. It's just that..."
"What is it?" Eugene asked.
"Nothing," Isaac replied tactfully, wisely keeping quiet about how the staff had struggled to suppress their laughter when they saw Lorraine's photo. Most of the paperwork was done with everyone trying not to crack up.
Eugene took the certificates, his eyes instantly softening as he looked at the marriage certificate.