Chapter 2518: Chapter 224: The Final Ending (Part 1)
"Roar... Roar..."
Lying in bed, Mrs. Wallace was gasping desperately.
She wanted to speak, wanted to yell at Sheila Fletcher, wanted to scream at her to get out, wanted to tell everyone outside the true face of Sheila Fletcher.
But she couldn’t speak, could no longer speak.
It’s not that she was unwilling, but because Mrs. Wallace’s throat could no longer utter a coherent sound.
Since she fainted that day at Leslie Howard’s wedding and woke up again, Mrs. Wallace had lost her normal speech ability like a stroke aftereffect.
Others thought it was because the old lady was so enraged that she had a stroke.
But no one knew that it was merely because Sheila Fletcher, who was responsible for taking care of her, had done something.
The once power core of the Wallace family, Mrs. Wallace, had completely fallen ill.
Unable to speak, can’t talk, even when trying to write, her hands would tremble uncontrollably, completely losing the ability to communicate.
And all of this was blamed on Bruce Wallace, who angered her sick and embarrassed the entire Wallace Group at the wedding banquet.
Before Mrs. Wallace fell ill, the position of CEO of the Wallace Group had already fallen on Sheila Fletcher, unlike the irrational Bruce Wallace, who lost his mind for his daughter.
Compared to Bruce Wallace, the board of directors and shareholders all trusted Sheila Fletcher more.
So, even though Mrs. Wallace fell ill and Bruce Wallace wanted to retake the CEO position, before Sheila Fletcher could take action, the directors and shareholders of the Wallace Group automatically sued Bruce Wallace.
Could they not sue?
When Mrs. Wallace hadn’t fallen ill, everyone gave face to her, holding back without a word.
Now Mrs. Wallace was down, others had grievances to vent and revenge to seek.
Moreover, reporting Bruce Wallace at this time was equivalent to protecting themselves.
The Wallace Group was already on the verge of collapse, and the other directors and shareholders didn’t have the determination to die with the Wallace Group, naturally wanting to retrieve back whatever they could.
So everyone sued Bruce Wallace, accusing him of serious dereliction of duty during his tenure and embezzling large sums to help Winona Wallace, even though his status as the elder son of the Wallace family was a serious commercial crime.
With the downfall of the Wallace family, Bruce Wallace was mired in lawsuits and likely to face imprisonment.
And at this time, lying in bed, Mrs. Wallace couldn’t say a word.
Far away in the Nelson family, Winona Wallace was as if disappeared, without a single word brought back, nor any intention to help Bruce Wallace.
Only Sheila Fletcher, everyone knew this soft-natured successor of the Wallace family, spending the day outside seeking help and mediation everywhere, and at night, tirelessly taking care of Mrs. Wallace.
She even personally went to beg her daughter, Leslie Howard, who drew a clear line from herself at the wedding banquet.
Everyone praised that the Wallace family indeed married a good daughter-in-law.
Were it not for Sheila Fletcher, the Wallace family might have long fallen.
But unfortunately, despite Sheila Fletcher’s perseverance, the Wallace family ultimately reached its last step.
"Knock knock—" A knock came from outside, and the bedroom door of the old lady was pushed open.
"Mrs. Wallace, we apologize. Please cooperate, we need to seal this bedroom." The enforcement officers always had a good impression of the gentle and polite Sheila Fletcher and couldn’t bear to rebuke her, speaking in a lowered voice as much as possible.
"Oh... please, please wait a moment."
The door pushed open, and the two enforcement officers saw Sheila Fletcher sitting by the bed, wiping her tears.
Seeing this soft-natured yet extraordinarily gentle former noble lady secretly wiping tears, coupled with the rumors circulating that she actually lived like a workhorse in the Wallace family and even her daughter was mistreated by the Wallace family, they couldn’t help but feel more sympathy for her and even less favor for the oppressive Wallace family.
"Mom, don’t worry." Sheila Fletcher stood up and gently tucked in Mrs. Wallace’s quilt corner, "The ambulance will arrive soon, the house can’t be lived in, I’ll take you to the hospital."
