Secretly Married to a Wealthy Husband-Chapter 983 - How do you want us to take

Chapter 983: Chapter 983: How do you want us to take responsibility?

Chapter 983: Chapter 983: How do you want us to take responsibility?

“What do you mean by that? Are you saying you don’t know what you’ve done?!” Mrs. Bewell spat out angrily from the side, her heart soured at the thought that her son might never stand on his legs again.

Ever since she became the legitimate wife of the Bewell family, she had taken great pride in her son. Now, her most outstanding son was possibly going to be crippled for life, and she simply couldn’t accept it.

Camila Walker turned her head and looked at Mrs. Bewell, then retorted, “I did not!” After saying that, she turned back, incredulously looking at Aiden Bewell on the hospital bed, “Aiden Bewell, you know best what happened yesterday afternoon. I only smashed your head with a wine bottle in self-defense. When did I ever leave you covered in injuries!?”

Aiden Bewell lifted his eyelids, glancing at her as she struggled to calm her anger.

His tone was even, “You may not have laid hands on me yourself, but one hour after you left, I was beaten up by a group of people. The ringleader claimed he was teaching me a lesson on your behalf. Can you honestly say they weren’t people you called?”

Upon hearing this, Camila’s face showed even more disbelief.

Teach him a lesson on her behalf? When had she ever done such a thing?

“Impossible. I left the private room and then left Duke Station. Since then, I’ve been with Clayton Howard the whole time. How could I possibly have had the time to call people to teach you a lesson?”

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She wasn’t involved in the underworld; where would she find a bunch of thugs to teach him a lesson?

He twitched slightly hearing her say that, after her departure, she had been with him the entire time. Slightly lifting his eyelids, a hint of cunning flashed through his eyes, undetectable to others.

She had been with him all this time after leaving!

Aiden Bewell remained silent, curious to see what kind of responsibility the rising Bewell family on Commercial Street would take for this event.

“Mrs. Bewell, could there be some misunderstanding here? Maybe my daughter Camila really didn’t—” Angela Reid said worriedly as she looked around inside the hospital room.

“Misunderstanding? What misunderstanding!” Mrs. Bewell, clearly becoming more frantic as Camila refused to admit anything, raised her voice, “Madam Walker, let me tell you, if you don’t give us an explanation for this incident, I will go bankrupt if I have to, to ensure that the Walker name is ruined. Let’s see who will want to cooperate with your financial group then!”

Her words carried a dangerous edge, startling everyone present.

At this moment, the usually calm Mr. Bewell couldn’t help but speak up firmly, looking at Baxter Walker, “Director Walker, I sincerely hope you will take responsibility for this event. My son, Franklin Bewell, cannot be bullied for nothing. If it really comes to it, we’ll see you in court.”

Eventually, Franklin Bewell, too, seemed unable to endure such an affront, his face darkening as he spoke.

Bringing the matter to court would not be good for anyone involved, and Baxter Walker was of course aware of the stakes.

“Then tell me, how do you want us to take responsibility?” Naturally, Baxter also did not want to blow the situation out of proportion.

If money could solve the problem, he certainly hoped to make a big issue into a small one.

Yet, Camila on the side felt aggrieved and couldn’t help but interject, “Dad! Why should we take responsibility when I truly didn’t do such a thing?”

Upon hearing her, Baxter turned to look at his daughter. He certainly believed her, but right now, he did not wish for the matter to reach the courts and become public knowledge, which would be detrimental to their corporation that they had finally stabilized.