CHAPTER 47: CHAPTER 47: EVAN WAS HURT BY HER INDIFFERENCE

However, just as Evan Grant held her arm, his phone rang.

He let go of her and walked a short distance away.

As soon as he answered, he heard Caleb Shaw’s roar.

"Evan Grant, your wife is being treated like a slave by your stepmother, running in the rain at midnight to buy porridge and now has a high fever. If you want to be a filial son and grandson, come serve her yourself. Do you want me to set up a memorial archway for a filial son for you?"

Evan Grant hung up the phone, his face expressionless, and took a few steps toward the stairs before turning back.

Ignoring Stella at the bedroom door, he went to the master bedroom to fetch a set of clothes that Juliana usually wore, carefully placing them in a bag.

When he came out, there was an obstacle at the door, and he finally looked at her.

"Didn’t you study etiquette in Aldoria?"

"What?"

Stella didn’t understand what he meant.

"Even if you haven’t studied etiquette, you should know that you can’t casually enter the master’s bedroom. In the future, contact Ethan Carter if you have issues, and go back to your own place now."

Evan Grant sidestepped her, walked a few steps, and then turned back: "Take the pajamas you wore with you when you leave; she won’t want something someone else has used."

He liked the nightdress quite a bit, but it was meant for Juliana to wear, which was a pity.

Evan Grant left without looking back.

Stella clutched the lace edge of the nightdress, her fingertips cold.

Emergency room.

Juliana slept lightly for a while. Her temperature wasn’t as high as before, but her body still felt weak.

Caleb Shaw poured a glass of warm water for Juliana, about to give it to her when Chase Miller entered with two glucose bottles.

"She needs quick energy replenishment now; glucose is more suitable," he said.

But Caleb Shaw disagreed, "Drinking glucose for dehydration from a fever? Warm water is fundamental!"

Chase Miller refused to back down, "Do you understand basic medical knowledge? Glucose is a direct energy source!"

Caleb was relentless, "What she needs is hydration and rest, not to quickly re-energize her just to make her do hard labor!"

"I... I want her to recover quickly."

"Her body needs gradual adjustment."

The two stood on either side of the hospital bed.

One holding glucose, the other a cup of warm water, glaring at each other like roosters ready to fight.

When Evan Grant pushed the door open, he saw his wife being fussed over by two vigilant keepers, the anxiety on his face instantly replaced by a tinge of jealousy.

"Isn’t she a patient? Can doctors argue around a patient?"

Juliana raised her eyelids at the sound of his voice and sat up with her fatigued body.

Without even sparing him a glance, she took the glucose and warm water from Caleb Shaw and Chase Miller, downing both in one go.

Then she lay back down amidst their astonished looks.

Chase and Caleb exchanged awkward glances, while Evan Grant stood frozen, her indifference piercing his heart.

Chase and Caleb wisely exited the room, leaving only Evan and Juliana.

The contrast between the outside clamor of emergency rescues and the silence inside was stark.

Evan placed her clean clothes at the foot of the bed and sat beside her.

After a while, his phone rang.

It was George Grant calling.

"What’s with your wife again, making her buy porridge yet she’s nowhere to be seen..."

"It’s three in the morning, and there’s a storm outside. Why don’t you bring porridge to your wife out of love and care?"

George was at a loss for words at his retort.

Feeling somewhat guilty, he changed the topic, "She’s unwilling to take care of my wife. How would I know if she is lazy or neglectful..."

"She has a high fever, in the hospital. Do you want to come and see for yourself?"

Evan Grant interrupted him calmly.

George was left without anything to say and mumbled before hanging up the phone.

Evan put down his phone, his eyes a bit cold.

Juliana, now fully awake, couldn’t go back to sleep. She propped up her still feverish body, ready to get out of bed.

Evan blocked her, "Where are you going?"

"To take care of your mother. I questioned her, offended your ancestors, a heinous crime, I must serve as a slave to atone."

"Don’t go!" Evan frowned, "Lie down, I’ll talk to them."

Juliana shook off his hand, laughing coldly.

"What will you tell them? Bet on my marrow again?"

"Juliana, you don’t understand the current situation..."

Evan tried to explain, but Juliana cut him off.

"What situation? Afraid your sister will be upset, betting on my bone marrow; if you win, you get the truth, if not, you take my marrow, making both your sister and mother happy, while you lose nothing. And me, I’m the one sacrificed. There, I told the truth for you, no need for excuses to lie to me."

Her words stung Evan deeply.

"Is that how you understand my situation?"

"Your situation?" Juliana sneered, "Disturbing President Grant’s romantic night; I’m truly unforgivable."

Evan Grant left.

Furious.

The next morning, Juliana’s temperature returned to normal.

Ethan Carter came to the hospital room to ask if she planned to go to work today.

She needed to turn the tables, so of course, she had to go to Aetherflame Dynamics.

Otherwise, how could she use it as a cover to go to the Regal Inspection Center?

Just as she passed through the outpatient hall, she coincidentally ran into Rosalind Linton bringing her grandpa for a follow-up visit.

Juliana instinctively hid her hands.

"Juliana, your grandpa said you’re busy, and told me not to bother you, so I took a cab and brought him for the follow-up myself. You have no idea how hard it is to find a cab that can take a wheelchair. So, are you and Evan reconciled?"

Ethan looked down at his feet without commenting.

Everyone could tell she was hinting for her son-in-law to buy a car.

Juliana pretended not to understand, "Grandpa finds traveling difficult, let me know in advance next time to save others the trouble."

"It’s truly not much trouble, just the transportation..."

Rosalind was about to imply further when grandpa interrupted.

"First, you say Juliana’s busy and tell me not to disturb her; then you keep her talking endlessly. Is she busy or not?"

Rosalind was left speechless by grandpa’s remark.

Ethan smiled and stepped forward, "The old gentleman sees things clearly; yesterday I checked with the lab that your medication for this month should arrive in a couple of days. Please take care of your health."

Grandpa nodded, not replying to him, but said to Juliana, "You don’t look well; are you upset about something?"

The sudden concern made Juliana’s nose tingle with sourness, nearly bringing her to tears.

"No, just a slight cold. Evan couldn’t come, so his assistant accompanied me to the hospital to get some medicine."

Ethan nodded in agreement.

"Then go on with your tasks, but take care of your health and visit me often, alright?"

Juliana, afraid she couldn’t control her emotions, quickly bid farewell to her grandfather and hurried away.

Rosalind felt very satisfied, "President Grant is so good to Juliana; they really seem reconciled."

Grandpa gazed at the bustling crowd, "Do you think I’m old and easily deceived?"

"Dad, isn’t Juliana doing fine?"

"All ten of her fingers are so red; are you telling me that’s not from burns but deliberately colored?"

Rosalind: "..."

Grandpa gripped the wheelchair’s armrest tightly, "Is the Grant Family bullying us because the Linton Family lacks people?"

...

After arriving at Aetherflame Dynamics, Juliana found a chance to sneak to the Regal Inspection Center.

It was just the time after lunch break.

Standing in the corridor leading to the testing rooms, she used the lobby’s bulletin board photos to accurately find the person she needed.

"Paul Wallace!"