CHAPTER 41: CHAPTER 41: FULL OF GRIEVANCE

"Me?" Mia Winslow was lost in thought, but snapped back to reality, pouring Eleanor Winslow some warm water. "I think it’s best that you’re okay. Perhaps it’s just an accident, and somebody unknowingly mixed raw peanuts in. In any case, peace is all that matters."

Implying, nothing else is important.

The truth is not important either.

"Really?" Eleanor Winslow looked at her meaningfully.

Mia Winslow always felt that Eleanor Winslow knew something, but she wasn’t the least bit guilty, calmly meeting her gaze.

Eleanor Winslow used the excuse that she needed rest to send a group of people away.

She still needed to stay in the hospital for observation for two more days.

"Aren’t you busy?" Eleanor Winslow glanced at the man sitting on the sofa without any intention of leaving.

Adrian Grant replied to one last important message, tossed his phone aside, walked over to Eleanor Winslow’s side, and touched her hand that had just received an IV.

"Why are you touching me?" Eleanor Winslow looked at him inexplicably, pulling her hand back into the covers.

"Your hand is a little cold," Adrian Grant said. "Shall I ask the nurse to get you a hand warmer?"

"...No need."

Big brother, it’s summer now!

"Adrian Grant, you should go get busy, and by the way, apologize to Grandma for me." Eleanor Winslow issued an order.

After all, she had worried the elderly.

Adrian Grant remained motionless: "Nothing much to be busy with."

After saying this, he glanced at the time and asked Eleanor Winslow, "What do you want for dinner?"

He had the demeanor of someone intending to stay and accompany her.

Eleanor Winslow glanced out the window several times.

Adrian Grant raised his eyebrows slightly, asking what she was looking at.

Eleanor Winslow said, "I’m checking if today’s sun rose in the west and set in the east."

Adrian Grant clicked his tongue, bent down, and pinched her cheek with one hand: "Zia, who are you being sarcastic with?"

The woman’s face was forced into a pout.

Eleanor Winslow furrowed her brow and pushed him: "Let go!"

—Let go!

Adrian Grant called a nearby private restaurant and ordered a few dishes.

Half an hour later, dinner was delivered.

Seven dishes and a soup, each portion was just enough for two people, and the presentation was particularly exquisite.

Adrian Grant set up the small table on Eleanor Winslow’s hospital bed, arranged the dishes, and said, "Start with the soup."

Eleanor Winslow didn’t move, staring fixedly at him.

"Do you want me to feed you?" Adrian Grant said as he picked up Eleanor Winslow’s chicken soup, gently stirring with a spoon.

Eleanor Winslow shook her head, saying, "Today you really seem like a human, which feels strange to me."

Adrian Grant scooped a spoonful of soup and brought it to Eleanor Winslow’s mouth, expressionless: "I can also not act human."

Eleanor Winslow: "?"

Adrian Grant said, "Allergy recovers quickly. This bed is quite big, I think it’s pretty good, can make do."

Eleanor Winslow was stunned for two seconds, then realized what he meant, incredulously widening her eyes.

This guy isn’t... What the heck?!

"Adrian Grant, this is a hospital!"

"Hmm." Adrian Grant urged, "Eat."

Eleanor Winslow took the soup from his hand and drank it herself.

After taking a sip, she began picking through the meat inside.

She only eats chicken thigh and wing meat, but doesn’t eat chicken skin, doesn’t eat chicken thigh near the joint, nor the tip of the chicken wing.

In the eyes of outsiders, Eleanor Winslow is known for her thorough etiquette, even at formal dinners, there’s no picking through dishes like this.

Only Adrian Grant knows how picky she is, and has long been used to it.

"Adrian Grant, don’t you think it’s too much of a coincidence with the raw peanuts?" Eleanor Winslow suddenly looked up and asked.

She was originally frail, having fallen ill made her small face even paler, pathetically pitiable.

Adrian Grant touched her face: "I’ll find out."

Eleanor Winslow asked: "Do you have any shortlist of suspects?"

Since it concerned Eleanor Winslow herself, Adrian Grant showed her a list obtained from the Grant Family’s investigation. They were all people who had come into contact with the drink.

Eleanor Winslow glanced at it, not seeing the name she expected.

She put down her spoon: "If I say, I suspect—"

Just as Eleanor Winslow was about to speak, a doctor knocked on the door.

"Mr. Grant, Miss Mia Winslow isn’t feeling well and has come to the hospital for a check-up," the doctor said. "Originally she said not to inform you, but we thought it would be better to tell you."

Adrian Grant stood up and said to Eleanor Winslow: "I’ll go check."

Before finishing his sentence, he was already following the doctor out.

Eleanor Winslow’s words ’I suspect Mia Winslow’ were swallowed with difficulty.

She let out a self-deprecating laugh.

Eleanor Winslow took out her phone and dialed Blake Lockwood’s number: "Blake, do you have time to pick me up from the hospital?"

Upon hearing that Eleanor Winslow was hospitalized, Blake Lockwood initially wanted to rush over immediately, but Eleanor Winslow told her not to bother. Unexpectedly, she received Eleanor Winslow’s call in the evening.

Discharge procedures at the private hospital were not complicated.

Eleanor Winslow got into Blake Lockwood’s Pagani, gazing at the hospital building as it gradually faded into the distance.

Blake Lockwood observed Eleanor Winslow’s expression through the rearview mirror and asked, "Did you have a fight with Adrian Grant?"

Eleanor Winslow shook her head: "We didn’t fight."

She and Adrian Grant hardly ever argued.

Which normal couples don’t argue?

They weren’t a normal couple, that’s why they didn’t fight.

"Adrian Grant wouldn’t leave you alone in the hotel room, would he?" Blake Lockwood seemed ready to turn around and go have a brawl with Adrian Grant.

"Mia Winslow wasn’t feeling well, came to the hospital for a check-up, he went to see Mia," Eleanor Winslow said. "I find being in the same hospital as Mia unlucky."

"Damn, that’s fucking unlucky!" Blake Lockwood swore angrily. "Is there no other hospital in Aethelgard? She just had to pick the one you’re at!"

Eleanor Winslow didn’t mention that the private hospital was partially owned by Adrian Grant, and he had specifically hired a medical team for Mia Winslow who worked long-term at that hospital.

That hospital was familiar to both Mia Winslow and Adrian Grant.

—

Coming back from the hospital, she was enveloped in the smell of disinfectant.

Eleanor Winslow grabbed her pajamas and went into the bathroom, turned on the shower, and only when the cold water poured down did she remember that her wrist was injured.

But it was already too late.

Water seeped through the bandages, the wound subtly stung, a total mess.

Eleanor Winslow felt overwhelmed with grievance, her rational mind knowing it came from nowhere.

The relationship between Adrian Grant and Eleanor Winslow had always been like this. How could she lose her way just after a few days of him treating her exceptionally well?

Eleanor Winslow, that’s not right!

Eleanor Winslow took a deep breath twice, suppressed her emotions, and calmly walked out of the bathroom.

"Blake, the water soaked my wound."

"Oh my God!" Blake Lockwood was startled, quickly helped Eleanor Winslow dress, "I’ll take you to the hospital! Let’s go to another one!"

Before leaving the house, Adrian Grant called Eleanor Winslow.

"Eleanor, where are you?" Chilly tones came through the receiver.

"Discharged."

Eleanor Winslow watched Blake Lockwood working frantically for her, feeling both warm and troubled.

"Who gave you permission to discharge?" Adrian Grant suppressed his anger.

He hadn’t expected to have gone out briefly only to come back to find her gone!

"Myself." Eleanor Winslow looked at the blank wall. "Adrian Grant, I plan to tell Grandma about our divorce tomorrow."