SWNOVELS Chapter 320
Chapter 320 Psychopath
Linda noticed that Anaya was looking at the man in the wheelchair. She smiled and said, "Ms. Dutt, Jared is still by the side. If you stare at his brother like this, aren't you afraid that Hearst will be jealous?" Cristian Helms was Hearst's younger brother. Anaya had seen his photo yesterday.
The skinny man had a feminine appearance and looked weak.
Hearst hadn't told her about Cristian's situation before, but now that they met, she knew that he couldn't walk.
She was a little curious about the reason, but it was impolite to directly ask about this matter, so she temporarily put this question aside.
"You can just call me Ana," Anaya retracted her gaze and smiled at Linda. "Jared is not stingy. He won't be jealous because of this kind of thing." She automatically ignored what that green-eyed monster had done in the past.
Next, Linda asked about Anaya's family. The other men present were mostly silent. Only Hearst's father, Kolten Helms, would occasionally interrupt.
During this period, Anaya always felt that Cristian was looking at her, but every time she turned her head, she found that he was quietly teasing the kitten on his lap. After a few times, Anaya suddenly noticed that the cat was dying. If it didn't occasionally move its tail, Anaya would even think that it was dead.
America and Canada had a ten-hour time difference. After chatting for a while, the maid came over to inform them to have lunch.
Anaya stood up and wanted to help wheel Cristian.
Before her hand touched the wheelchair, Cristian glared at her fiercely.
This time, Anaya was sure that Cristian didn't like her.
Linda had been paying attention to Anaya. Seeing that the atmosphere between the two was abnormal, she quickly came over and grabbed the handle of the wheelchair. "Ana, let me do it. Although Cristian looks thin, he is actually quite heavy. You and Jared go first."
After she finished speaking, Cristian wheeled himself and slid away.
After breaking free from Linda's restraints, he immediately ordered the maid standing at the side, "Wheel me."
His tone wasn't very friendly, and it was obvious that he didn't want Linda to wheel him.
Linda seemed to want to reprimand him, but since Anaya was present, she held it back. "Ever since he was injured, he has had a bad temper. Don't take it to heart." "It's okay. I can understand."
The group entered the dining room. Anaya noticed a mixed-race woman sitting at the long solid wood table.
She was tall and had exquisite and thick makeup on her face.
She was flamboyant and aggressive.
Anaya had seen her once at home.
She was Layla.
The woman who claimed to be Hearst's fiancée was exposed on the spot by Hearst.
Without waiting for her to ask why Layla appeared here, Hearst asked this question for her, "Why is Layla here?"
Linda clearly understood Hearst's dislike for Layla and quickly replied, "I'm not sure. I didn't tell her about you and Ana coming over today."
Just as she finished speaking, Cristian, who was sitting in the wheelchair spoke, "I asked Layla to come over. We don't have enough cooks at home today, so I asked her to come and help."
Hearst looked at him with cold eyes. "Layla doesn't know how to cook."
Cristian snorted, and a provocative smile appeared on his gloomy face. "Layla just learned to cook. Couldn't she?"
Hearst narrowed his eyes and did not speak.
Seeing that he was unhappy, Linda quickly patted Cristian on the shoulder, indicating him to shut up. Then she looked at Hearst with a smile on her face.
"Jared, Ana has been on the plane for so long. She should be hungry. Let's eat first. Don't spoil our mood because of these unimportant things."
She stood in front of Cristian, obviously protecting him, worried that Hearst would do something to him.
Anaya saw this and finally understood why she had a strange feeling since she had come here.
Apart from Cristian, everyone here had a smile on their face, but there was a sense of alienation and indifference. It was as if Hearst was not from this family at all.
She and Hearst were excluded from these people.
Anaya suddenly remembered that when Hearst confessed to her about his past, he said that he "escaped" from home.
It seemed that his relationship with his family was not good.
Or rather, it was extremely bad.
Otherwise, it would be impossible for Hearst to wander around alone when he was young and set up Prudential Group alone.
She just learned some of his past from Hearst's few words.
But just the tip of the iceberg was enough to let her know how hard his life had been when he was young.
When she thought about how the Helms family didn't save him at that time, she couldn't help but feel a little angry, and her impression of the family immediately worsened to the lowest point.
Hearst didn't respond to Linda's apology. He indifferently held Anaya's hand and walked towards the dining table.
When Layla saw the two holding hands, a vicious look flashed through her eyes.
When they passed by her, she stood up and said to Hearst with a smile, "Jared, I reserved a seat for you. You can sit here."
She only called Hearst and deliberately called him intimately just to anger Anaya.
However, Hearst did not even look at her and walked past her directly.
The smile on Layla's face instantly froze. She could not believe that Hearst would not show her respect in front of so many people.
Her face was dark, and she sat down stiffly.
Hearst picked a seat furthest away from Layla and sat down. Anaya guessed that he probably did not want Layla to get too close to him, which made her uncomfortable. Her heavy heart felt slightly better.
Anaya deliberately teased him, "Mr. Helms, Layla heard that you came back and especially came to see you. Are you not going to be close to her?"
Hearst glanced at her indifferently. "Then I'll go over, OK?"
"Don't you dare!"
Hearst had been expressionless since he came to the Helms' place.
At that moment, he finally had a smile, and his expression was full of indulgence. "I don't dare."
After he said this, Anaya felt at ease in her heart, but Layla's eyes sank.
Anaya asked Hearst this kind of question clearly for Layla to see.
Layla gritted her teeth and did not say anything else.
The maid wheeled Cristian over to Layla and stopped. Layla saw the cat on his lap and hid to the side in disgust. "Why did you bring this out again?"
Cristian gently stroked its soft fur. He was so affectionate that it was like he was caressing his lover. "I like her to be by my side."
Layla couldn't help but curse in a low voice, "Damn pervert." People outside often saw Cristian take cute kittens and puppies out for a walk, and they all thought that he was a caring man.
But those who were familiar with him knew that he was a psychopath with a mental illness.
His biggest hobby was to feed chronic poison to cats or dogs, bring them with him, and watch their lives slowly shorten.
At first, Layla thought that Cristian was close to animals, but after knowing this, she almost died of disgust.
If he were not Hearst's younger brother, she would probably be disgusted to the point that she was unwilling to speak to him. Cristian stroked the dying cat on his lap, again and again, muttering to himself, "It's just a little chronic poison. It's fine. It's fine."
Hearst had taken the poison for several months in a row, but wasn't he still alive and well now?