CHAPTER 46: CHAPTER 46: YOU GIVE IN, I’LL KEEP LOVING YOU

Hearing the provocation in Stella Grant’s voice, Juliana Jacobs remained unfazed.

Toward that man, she felt completely indifferent.

"So, you orchestrated all this just to keep me tied up, while you get cozy with your brother?"

Stella Grant smiled deeply, "Now that I’m back, it’s time for you to leave. Your biggest mistake was not divorcing him cleanly."

Juliana was feeling a bit down, but hearing this, she started to laugh.

This laughter left Stella Grant bewildered.

"What are you laughing at?" she asked.

Juliana responded coldly, "Men like that, anyone who wants them can have them. But being as desperate as you, throwing yourself at someone, is quite pathetic."

"Juliana, tomorrow I’ll tell you just how formidable my brother is in bed."

Stella Grant stormed off in anger.

Juliana returned to the ward, and found that the nurse had just given Lily Windsor a shot.

"It’s advised for family members to use a warm towel to press on the injection site after the shot. This helps promote local blood circulation, aiding the faster metabolism and absorption of the medication in the subcutaneous muscle tissue."

The nurse left after saying this.

All afternoon, Lily Windsor had been normal, but now she glanced at her and said irritably, "What are you standing there for, are you an idiot? Help me up and give me a warm compress."

Juliana set down the kettle and went to support her back, only to be pushed away.

The force was stronger than that of a normal person, how could she look like a patient?

"You bitch, do you want to hurt me to death? The doctor said to adjust the bed first, then add pillows, and only then can you help someone. You can’t even do that, how can you be human?"

Silently, Juliana went to adjust the bed handles, but Lily Windsor suddenly called her to stop.

"Too high! Lower... now it’s too low, oh Juliana, you purposely make me uncomfortable, I’ll tell my husband."

Lily Windsor took out her phone to send a message.

But there was no reply from the other end.

She vented her frustration of not receiving a reply onto Juliana again.

Seeing Juliana filling up the basin with cool water, preparing to give her a warm compress, she cursed in anger, "Do you even know what a warm compress is? Are you adding cold water because you don’t want me to get better?"

Slowly raising her head, Juliana waited for her to finish cursing before saying, "This is boiling water at 100 degrees, without cold water, are you trying to scald pig skin?"

Lily Windsor was momentarily at a loss, then clutched her chest, "Oh, I can’t make it, I’m going to die, you’re not here to care for me, you’re wrongfully accusing me, just trying to piss me off under the guise of caring for me."

Thinking there was only one week until freedom, Juliana compromised, enduring the scorching heat on her reddened hands, to wring the towel and give her a warm compress.

But as soon as the warm towel touched her skin, Lily Windsor kicked her.

"Are you trying to burn me to death?"

Juliana fell to the feet of Chase Miller, who just came in the door.

Chase Miller helped her up and looked at Lily Windsor, "If you can’t control your emotions, it’ll be easy for your blood vessels to burst, causing massive bleeding."

"It’s because this bitch behaved improperly, she..."

Lily Windsor stopped mid-sentence, seeing the cold look in Chase Miller’s eyes, instinctually closing her mouth.

Juliana pulled out the hand supported by Chase Miller, and went to pour water without a word.

Chase Miller gave a few instructions and went to another ward.

Lily Windsor mocked, "Weren’t you going to take away my wealth and glory? You’ve become a maid, how are you going to take anything?"

Juliana said nothing, her ten fingers red with scalds, she went to the bathroom to cool them.

Lily Windsor, after cursing for a while without any response, felt bored and temporarily quieted down.

Unexpectedly, in the middle of the night, she suddenly thought of a new idea and picked up the apple on the bedside to throw at Juliana.

Awakened by the hit, Juliana was momentarily dazed, rubbed her head, and frowned at her.

Lily Windsor said irritably, "I have hypoglycemia, you’re sleeping like a pig, what if I had an episode? Are you trying to kill me?"

"Your worry is unwarranted, misfortune often comes with a long life."

Juliana slowly sat up and took a deep breath to clear her head a bit.

"You," Lily Windsor pointed to the door, "go get me some pumpkin porridge."

Juliana frowned, "In the middle of the night, where would I find pumpkin porridge?"

"I don’t care, if you dare let me go hungry, I’ll tell my husband, and he has ways to deal with you."

George Grant’s way was to cut off her grandfather’s medication.

Juliana grudgingly got out of bed.

Originally, she couldn’t leave the hospital, but with Lily Windsor’s command, the two bodyguards allowed her to go.

However, the weather was uncooperative, and soon heavy rain poured down.

Juliana was drenched through.

Already with a slight fever, after buying the pumpkin porridge, she couldn’t hold up anymore before reaching the inpatient building.

Chase Miller was on duty, and when he came out of a ward, seeing the person in the heavy rain downstairs, he rushed downstairs without hesitation.

Holding the person in his arms in the rain, only then did he realize how hot her body was.

He hurriedly took her to the emergency department.

The temperature measurement showed 39.8 degrees Celsius.

"How could they torment someone like this?"

Chase Miller was furious.

Juliana, soaked to the skin, sat on the infusion bed, remaining distant towards him.

"Just give me the medication, she’ll be looking for me soon."

Inwardly, Chase Miller battled with sympathy, and words he’d pondered endlessly finally escaped.

"Miss Jacobs, the person who handled your mother-in-law’s sample is Paul Wallace. According to the Regal Appraisal Center’s sample storage regulations, there are two more samples of your mother-in-law’s stored in the specimen warehouse, numbered 7016w. Theoretically, with enough reason, a request can be made for another person to re-evaluate them..."

That was all he could say.

Juliana’s eyelids fluttered, her high fever leaving her too weak to speak.

At this moment, the nurse brought a hospital gown for Juliana to change out of her wet clothes.

Chase Miller, excusing himself on rounds, left.

Once dressed, the nurse came to give her an antipyretic injection.

A silhouette passed by the ward, only to double back inside.

Caleb Shaw came in.

His white coat still bearing marks from saving a patient.

"Why are you back in the emergency department again?" he asked.

Juliana’s head felt heavy, too reluctant to speak.

The young nurse, feeling sympathy for her plight, replied annoyed, "In the middle of such a heavy rain, they forced her to buy pumpkin porridge, leaving her with a fever, yet still tormenting her. With such a wicked mother-in-law, it’s just bad luck!"

Juliana curled up on the bed, visibly uncomfortable, her face flushed with fever.

"Evan Grant, that bastard!"

Caleb Shaw hit the door with a fist, and left the emergency department to make a call.

Meanwhile at Platinum Bay.

Evan Grant returned home from a social event, instinctively heading towards the master bedroom.

Opening the door, the faint scent of citrus wafted in with the wind.

The woman in the room turned around in alarm.

In the darkness, Evan Grant momentarily thought it was Juliana, unable to endure Lily Windsor’s harsh treatment, who had returned.

"Have you decided to yield?"

The man staggered in, reaching out to wrap her waist.

"Submit, and I’ll continue to cherish you."

The moment the words fell, he was suddenly sober.

The feel of Juliana’s waist wasn’t like this.

Stella Grant was ready to enjoy leaning in his arms, but in the next second, she was thrown out of the bedroom by the man.

She was bewildered.

"Brother... brother."

"Why are you here?"

Evan Grant maintained a stern face.

"I came to find you, you weren’t responding, and I was tired, so I thought I’d take a shower and sleep, but I didn’t bring sleepwear, so I had to wear sister-in-law’s temporarily. Didn’t expect you’d return at that time."

However, Evan Grant’s expression did not improve with her explanation.

"In the future, contact Ethan Carter instead, try not to come here. Also, sister-in-law doesn’t like others wearing her clothes."

Stella Grant’s fingernails dug into the floor, but she still maintained a weak and pitiful demeanor.

"I understand, sorry brother."

Trying to stand, she collapsed back to the ground due to the heavy fall.

Evan Grant frowned, going to help her up.

Stella Grant wore Juliana’s nightgown, the kind for intimate nights between couples.

The snowy whiteness laid heavy and tempting.

This was her favorite part, a man’s ultimate temptress.