CHAPTER 103: CHAPTER 103: MUST NEVER BECOME ANYONE’S BARGAINING CHIP

Juliana Jacobs drove to Hospital 547.

Halfway there, she received a call from Ethan Carter.

"Madam, you missed a signature on yesterday’s agreement."

"I’ll contact you when I’m done," Juliana replied.

Ethan Carter said, "You don’t need to make a trip; just give me an address and I’ll come to you to complete it."

To avoid complications, Juliana searched for a commercial plaza in the navigation system and gave him the address.

Twenty minutes later, Ethan Carter arrived punctually.

Juliana quickly added her signature.

Ethan checked the documents carefully before saying, "President Grant is concerned if something happens to him, he won’t be able to protect you well. These documents need to be sent to Caelus immediately to take effect; sorry for the inconvenience, Madam."

"What happened to the Grant Family?" Juliana asked.

Ethan hesitated for a moment between saying and not saying, and then sighed.

"Lily Windsor’s death has stirred Master George deeply. He has assisted Young Master Isaac in acquiring 8% of the group’s shares and entering the board. He’s now lobbying the board to continue pressuring President Grant, even wanting to imprison him. The old lady has fallen ill because of this; the current situation is dangerous, with President Grant facing threats from all sides."

Juliana lowered her gaze, "He’s Evan Grant; he can manage it."

Ethan lowered his voice, "You may not know, Young Master Isaac is ruthless. He didn’t hesitate to shoot at the old man back then. Now, he’s working in tandem with Master George, both openly and secretly, cornering President Grant. President Grant fears that if he slips up, he won’t be able to protect you. That’s why he painfully agreed to the divorce. After you signed the divorce papers yesterday, President Grant sat alone in the study all night."

Juliana couldn’t help but picture him sitting alone under the lamp.

After all, he does have bargaining chips.

The next moment, she firmly shattered any wavering thoughts.

"Then I wish him a speedy passage through this ordeal."

Before the words were finished, she had turned swiftly, and the car door slammed shut.

...

When Juliana arrived at Hospital 547, Mrs. Young was no longer in the ward.

She was hiding in a shaded spot on the lawn, looking as if she was afraid of being tracked down.

Upon seeing Juliana, she looked like she had seen a lifeline.

"Madam, please take me away; I dare not stay in the hospital any longer."

"Are you sure they’re checking on you?" Juliana asked.

Mrs. Young nodded, "They forced the doctor to retrieve pregnant women’s records from the past six months and threatened the doctor when refused. Although security drove them away, with their methods, getting the list is only a matter of time."

"If George Grant finds out you’re pregnant..."

Juliana’s voice trailed off as Mrs. Young suddenly knelt down.

"Madam!" She trembled all over, "I absolutely won’t keep this child. If my body met the surgery criteria, I would have..."

She clutched Juliana’s clothes tightly, hating the child she carried belonging to George Grant.

"If you don’t help me, I’d rather die with the child!"

Juliana quickly helped her up.

"You’ve helped me before, I won’t turn my back on you. If you trust me, listen to me and don’t do anything foolish."

Mrs. Young needed to be in a stable condition to undergo surgery due to her long-term anemia.

Considering her inability to withstand a long journey, Juliana temporarily settled her at The Ambrosia Hotel.

Though noisy, this place was discreet, and with a room booked using Summer Shaw’s ID, even if someone tracked her, they wouldn’t find anything.

Once Mrs. Young’s health improved, she would be taken to Arlan City for surgery.

Juliana replaced all the hotel’s furniture with new ones and bought kitchenware, so Mrs. Young could cook for herself when alone.

"In three days at most, George will start searching for you. Luckily, you’ll need bed rest and won’t have to move around," Juliana said, handing over a new phone to Mrs. Young.

"Don’t contact friends or family for now; I’ll bring you medicine and other items, contact me anytime for any matter."

Mrs. Young was too moved to speak, simply expressing her thanks repeatedly.

Juliana felt indebted to Mrs. Young.

If it weren’t for provoking Lily Windsor, she wouldn’t have used Mrs. Young’s pregnancy to provoke her, letting George Grant catch wind of it.

Now, doing all this is somewhat a way to make amends.

After settling her in, Juliana returned to the hospital to collect Mrs. Young’s clothes and daily medications.

Just as she stuffed the things into the backseat, Ethan Carter’s voice suddenly came from behind, "Madam, not feeling well?"

Today, she really was "fated" with Ethan Carter, meeting him twice in a day.

"No, just looking into some things."

She slammed the car door shut, uncertain if he caught sight of the travel bag in the back seat.

"Assistant Carter here for treatment?" she retorted, her tone casual.

Ethan Carter chuckled, "Just picking up medication. President Grant’s headache has flared up again, and the special medicine can only be found at this hospital."

Juliana suddenly remembered that Evan Grant suffers from neural headaches.

But in the past four years, through her diligent care, his headache had rarely reemerged.

It seems he’s going through a really tough time lately.

"Alright then, carry on." Juliana turned to go to the driver’s seat.

"Madam," Ethan Carter called out to her, "Did you know Mrs. Young took a long leave?"

Juliana’s steps slightly halted, her lips curling into a faint smile, "I didn’t know. I’m about to get divorced; things concerning Platinum Bay need not be conveyed to me anymore."

After speaking, she got into the car and lightly pressed the accelerator, driving away.

In the rearview mirror, Ethan Carter stood in place, seemingly deep in thought.

Juliana tightened her grip on the steering wheel, then slowly loosened it.

Almost got moved by Ethan Carter’s words.

Mrs. Young must not become anyone’s bargaining chip!

...

Just a day later, in the antique shop.

George Grant looked coldly at the assistant who returned to report: "What do you mean, just as you found her, she disappeared?"

The assistant lowered his head in explanation, "Ms. Young secretly left the hospital. The doctor said she has a risk of miscarriage and must remain in bed for rest. She might have heard something and went into hiding. We confirmed she hasn’t returned to Platinum Bay, and Evan Grant should still be unaware."

"Unaware?" George Grant suddenly smashed the teapot by his hand, "With your efficiency, are you waiting for them to hold Willow Young and her child against me?"

"Rest assured, Master George, we’ll immediately expand the search scope."

"What’s the use of searching? Focus on monitoring hospitals and clinics. As long as she seeks medical help or buys medicine, we’ll know right away."

"Yes, Master George."

"This matter, not even Isaac is allowed..."

Before he finished speaking, Stella Windsor pushed the door open and George Grant immediately fell silent.

"Uncle, am I interrupting?" Stella Windsor asked.

George Grant looked at the assistant, "Go take care of it."

The assistant nodded and exited.

"I’ll be by your mother’s memorial hall shortly," George Grant switched to a gentle tone.

Stella Windsor, dressed in white, her voice cold, "You needn’t go if you don’t have the time. She’s gone; the living must look after themselves. Uncle Grant, when do you plan to marry again?"

George Grant hurriedly replied, "No such thing. Stella, I promised your mother I’d take care of you, I..."

"The funeral is at six tomorrow," Stella interrupted him, her gaze sweeping over his chaotic desk, "After mother is laid to rest, my brother will send me abroad."

George suddenly raised his voice, "Your mother entrusted her last wishes to me; I will never let Evan Grant send you away."

Stella Windsor didn’t reply, turning around to leave.

Saying another word to him, she would feel an urge to vomit.

...

Juliana initially thought Mrs. Young’s bed rest would cause no issues.

But she unexpectedly received a call from Mrs. Young at night.

She had a bleed.

Although it was just a drop or two, it’s extremely dangerous for someone with low platelets.

Juliana considered her options and called Adrian Langley.

Upon hearing the situation, Adrian got out of bed and dressed, ready to head out.

As he reached the yard, a Red Flag L5 slowly drove in through the gate.

The car stopped right in front of him.

The back window rolled down, revealing the composed, spirited face of a man.

"Where are you rushing off to?" Elias Langley asked.