---- Chapter 61 Wendy looked down at her flat shoes. "Doesn't look like there's a knife on my shoes." She might believe it if they said she had kicked a bone fracture, but a torn wound? Was Jenna made of cardboard? Seeing the sarcasm on her face, James grew even more annoyed. "She's your sister. Even if you have deep misunderstandings about me, do you have to talk like this?" "How do you expect me to speak to you then, Mr. Frank?" Wendy scoffed.

"The only reason I'm even talking to you is because of Grandpa. Do you think you or Jenna matters to me? " "You're getting more and more disrespectful !" he snapped and took a step forward. Wendy stepped back, her guard up. "Don't try anything. This is a hospital." Suddenly, James' phone vibrated. He glanced down at the screen and said, "At least you know it's a hospital. If you don't want to be infamous here, you'd better apologize to Jenna." "And who are you?

Why should I listen to you?" Wendy refused to back down. The phone kept ringing, call after call. Left with no choice, James gave her a final glare and relented for now. ---- "Then get ready to find out what happens when you go against me." With that, he answered the call and walked away. Wendy stood there, frowning. The consequences of going against him? Wasn't she already living with them? What else did James want to do?

Wendy felt a twinge of unease - not because she was worried about herself, but because she didn't want to get tangled up in more messes before she left for her overseas program. Meanwhile , James drove straight back to the office from the hospital. Freddy handed him the latest analysis on stock fluctuations. "Mr. Frank, this recent drop is serious. It's even worse than the last time Hendrix Global ambushed us. But so far, no clear cause has been identified .

Data Strategy and Marketing are both digging into it." James frowned and scanned the report, then narrowed his eyes. "Grant Anderson." Freddy looked puzzled. "Why does that name sound familiar?" "Grant Anderson of Elmline Industries." He was also Luke's father -the same man who made a scene at the police station before this. Freddy's eyes lit up. "Right. I remember now. But we've never had any dealings with Elmline Industries. No shared interests ---- either.

Why would they-"" James didn't explain. "Prepare a meeting." His expression was tense. Clearly, he sensed something irregular and difficult about this latest disruption. Freddy acknowledged the order and went off to make the arrangements. At the Sanders residence, Mary stared at the wound on Jenna's leg, her eyes turning red-rimmed from distress. "How could Wendy be so cruel? Can't even show a little mercy to her sister?" "Mom, it hurts so much.

Wendy really didn't hold back with that kick." Seeing Jenna pouting and complaining in pain only made Mary angrier. "This can't be brushed off just like that." Leaning on her, Jenna choked up. "Please don't get too upset. But I heard at the hospital that she's been clinging to some rich guy lately. Drove a million-dollar car to work this morning." Mary's expression changed. "Are you serious?"