Chapter 236: Chapter 236: I’ll Help You Investigate
As expected, the moment the words left her mouth, she clearly sensed the air pressure around James Grant drop abruptly.
Yet, he didn’t utter a single word of rebuttal.
"Get some rest."
The air was stagnant for a while, finally broken by a low voice that shattered the silence.
James Grant got up, turned around, and disappeared from her sight with large strides.
The room fell silent once more, so quiet that she could hear her own faint breathing.
From the moment he left, her breathing began to quicken.
Evelyn Clayton withdrew her gaze, her eyes lowered, feeling a stifling tightness in her chest.
She parted her lips to breathe, and the phone on the table rang.
Taking a deep breath, she suppressed her rising emotions and answered the call.
"Evelyn, there’s a project here at the studio, the price is quite high. Do you want to take a look? If it fits, I’ll sign it."
Yara Reagan’s voice came through, but over here, the atmosphere was deadly silent.
"I’m at the hospital."
Evelyn Clayton lowered her eyes to look at her own slender, slightly pale hand, and softly said the four words.
Yara was shocked, "Hospital? What happened to you?!"
Her tone was steady, "Car accident."
"What?! Wait, I’m coming over right away!"
Yara was even more shocked and hurriedly hung up the phone.
Looking at the black screen of her phone, Evelyn Clayton gently exhaled a breath.
Within minutes, Yara sped all the way over and rushed into the hospital room. Her gaze landed on the conspicuous scar on Evelyn’s forehead, overwhelmed with concern.
"What happened?"
Evelyn Clayton said nothing, and quietly showed her the video that James Grant brought.
After watching it, Yara was stunned on the spot, "Who, who have you offended?"
Then she thought of something else and covered her mouth in disbelief.
"Could it be James Grant’s father, Harrison Grant?"
She shook her head, "I don’t know."
Evelyn Clayton also only suspected and had no direct evidence to prove it was Harrison Grant.
She could only say that among all her associations, Harrison Grant had the greatest motive.
"What have you found out?"
Her mention of it made Yara recall something important, and she hurriedly dug out some documents from her bag.
"I found out that recently, a large amount of money was frequently transferred into Harrison Grant’s account from The Grant Group, and it was always from the same account."
Evelyn Clayton took the documents and glanced at them; the account number looked strangely familiar.
Like she had seen it somewhere before.
She held the paper, furrowing her brows as she tried to remember carefully.
It seemed like in the information Franklin Ford gave her about Summer Monroe, Summer’s account was very similar to this one...
But only the suffix was different, the rest was essentially the same.
Could it be the same account with multiple small numbers?
"Around that time, it was when you were in the hospital giving Harrison Grant a blood transfusion."
Yara mentioned again.
Evelyn Clayton recalled that the account that received the funds was during her blood transfusion, meaning Harrison Grant indirectly sold her blood to Summer Monroe.
"It seems, the dealings between The Monroe Family and The Grant Family might go beyond just this,"
Evelyn Clayton’s tone was complex, her thoughts heavy, while Yara was anxiously worried, "If I keep investigating, will it bring trouble to you? Maybe we shouldn’t dig into this, to avoid inviting danger."
She feared a repeat of today’s car accident would occur.
But Evelyn Clayton couldn’t care less, the arrow has already been released, retrieving it is impossible.
"It’s fine, go check Harrison Grant’s recent employment records."
Yara hesitated, pursing her lips.
She knew Evelyn Clayton’s stubbornness, once she decided on something, no one could change her mind.
With no choice, she agreed.
"Alright, I’ll help you investigate, but be careful, watch out for Harrison Grant taking action against you."
Yara reluctantly reminded her a few more times before she felt at ease leaving.
As the hospital room door opened, countless flashbulbs surged in like a tide.