CHAPTER 48: CHAPTER 48: MADAM WILL NEVER RETURN HERE AGAIN

Juliana’s voice wasn’t loud, but it carried an undeniable force.

The person opposite her halted abruptly, eyeing her warily, "Who are you?"

"I’m with the Grants."

As Juliana finished speaking, Paul Wallace became even more cautious.

"I don’t know any Grants."

Juliana smiled slightly, "She’s being watched and can’t contact you. She said someone might come soon to review the diagnosis report and original test data for sample 7016w, so be careful."

Paul Wallace remained defensive, "I tested everything according to procedure, there’s nothing to check."

Juliana nodded, "As long as you’re aware. She asked you to double-check for any mistakes. If things go wrong, she won’t be able to protect you. Also, don’t reach out to her anytime soon because the Grants are also investigating her."

Juliana finished speaking and left, leaving Paul Wallace with a massive psychological burden.

"Wait a moment."

He led her to a secluded area, finally revealing his panic.

"We agreed I’d do it just once, and she promised I wouldn’t have any trouble. Now they’re investigating, what does it mean to fend for myself? There are still two samples in the low-temperature storage room. Without a proper reason, how dare I take them out and destroy them?"

"That’s your problem."

Knowing the samples still existed, Juliana suppressed a smirk and turned to leave, only to be held back again.

"You guaranteed me before, and now you’re going back on your word. Do you even keep your promises?"

Juliana raised an eyebrow, "If you had the guts to take the money, shouldn’t you have planned an escape route for yourself?"

Paul Wallace was furious, "I’m not going to risk my future for your small sum. I still have the hundred thousand in cash at my place, untouched. I’ll return it right now, but simultaneously, I want to retract the test report."

Juliana laughed at his words, "Return it? At this point, the only path left for you is to confess and admit the report is fake."

Paul Wallace snapped back to reality, "You’re bluffing me?"

Juliana: "I’ve already recorded the conversation just now."

Paul Wallace’s face turned pale, but he regained composure quickly.

"If you question my test results, what chance do you have against the Grants? Even if you have a recording, it’s as easy for the Grants to squash you as an ant. Listen carefully, those two samples will be destroyed tomorrow. By then, no matter what doubts you have, they’ll be useless. Regardless of who you are, disappear immediately, or I’ll contact Mrs. Grant."

Was it Lily Windsor?

Juliana gained crucial information, but her adversary was uncooperative, leaving her uncertain about the next step.

Just then, an angry voice suddenly rang out from behind them.

"If a client has doubts, we dissolve their doubts. Since when does my lab operate based on others’ whims?"

"Mr. Zane!"

Paul Wallace’s knees almost gave out.

"Paul Wallace, our lab has always adhered to fair and strict standards. Your recent words could ruin my entire lab. You can either admit your mistake and retract the report or call the police to verify it. Those are your choices."

Mr. Zane’s voice was calm but carried tremendous pressure.

Paul Wallace really fell to his knees.

"Mr. Zane, it was that woman who held something against me and forced me to fake the test report. You know how cruel the Grants can be; I don’t dare retract it."

Mr. Zane’s gaze was unwavering, as if he exuded some unseen confidence.

He looked over at Juliana, "Our lab offers a retesting process, but it requires a family member’s signature, and since Mrs. Grant is an in-law, her signature is valid."

Paul Wallace was put under supervision while the retesting process was initiated immediately.

Before Juliana left, Mr. Zane said to her, "Mrs. Grant, I’ll arrange for a re-test with the highest priority using a double-blind method. The results will be out by evening at the latest. However, before the final report is released, please refrain from publicizing anything."

Juliana understood the rationale to prevent any interference from the other party.

As she reached the bottom of the lab building, Summer Shaw’s call came through.

"Juliana, two bodyguards came looking for you. They said George Grant sent them to keep an eye on you at work and ’escort’ you back to the hospital after work."

Is George Grant involved in this too?

Juliana wasn’t ready to jump to conclusions yet.

"I’m not going back to Aetherflame Dynamics. Stall them as long as you can, and if you can’t, no worries."

She hung up the phone and took a cab to Platinum Bay.

Mrs. Young was surprised to see her return.

"Ma’am, you didn’t come back last night, and Miss Grant came and wouldn’t leave..."

"Mrs. Young," Juliana interrupted her, "Their matters are no longer my concern. My hands aren’t in a good condition. Could you help me pack my things?"

Mrs. Young hesitated but, seeing Juliana’s blistered fingers, said nothing and followed her upstairs.

Juliana didn’t pack much clothing, only the essentials.

"Mrs. Young, once I inform you that I’m not coming back, please dispose of the things I’ve used."

"Ma’am..."

Mrs. Young’s eyes reddened.

Despite her reluctance, she supported Juliana’s decision to divorce.

After all, no one could endure such a stifling environment.

As they went downstairs, Juliana suddenly spotted their wedding photo in the corridor.

Recalling how Evan Grant and his sister were cozying up here last night, seeing their wedding photo in front of her...

Juliana walked over, took down the wedding photo, and cut away her half before heading downstairs.

The moment she reached the living room, the front door was rudely pushed open.

The bodyguards stood on either side as George Grant entered.

He showed no surprise at seeing Juliana.

"Did you think hiding here would let you avoid punishment?"

Juliana stood at the bottom of the stairs, her gaze unwavering.

"I’m not avoiding anything. I just came to get some clothes. Is that not allowed?"

George knew she was making excuses.

"You should have considered the consequences when you slandered my wife. If it weren’t for Evan’s fondness for you, you’d have been kicked out of the Grant Family long ago."

Juliana found his threat amusing.

"If you have the guts, have your son divorce me. If you don’t, stop talking big."

George was incensed by her attitude.

"Juliana, I’m your father-in-law. Evan might spare you, but I have the right to teach you a lesson."

"Come on, take her back!"

After ordering the bodyguards, George turned, only to get hit flush in the face with a mop giving off a foul odor.

He barely managed to hold his temper.

Mrs. Young stood in front of Juliana, pointing the mop at him.

Not only pointed but also scolded.

"You haven’t even learned proper behavior yourself, wallowing in filth, what right do you have to lecture others?"

Juliana worried Mrs. Young might offend George on her behalf and stepped forward to protect her, but to her surprise, George’s fury faded at her words.

"I... Lily needs care. I was asking her to fulfill her filial duties."

"If you want to be filial to that woman, do it yourself. This is Platinum Bay. Don’t bring your filth here!"

"Enough already."

George finished with Mrs. Young and looked discontentedly at Juliana.

"If you knew better, would this family be in such turmoil?"

Juliana also didn’t want Mrs. Young to have a conflict with George.

She squeezed Mrs. Young’s hand.

"Don’t get angry over my matters. Thank you for everything these past days. I won’t take anything; the courier will come for my things later."

To any bystander, this seemed like a normal exchange, but Mrs. Young knew it was a farewell.

She knew Juliana wouldn’t be coming back here.

Mrs. Young watched Juliana’s retreating figure being led away, her heart heavy with emotion.

However, as soon as Juliana got into the minivan waiting by the door, two attendants immediately restrained her.

Another person in a mask produced an intravenous syringe.

Juliana couldn’t move. She had overestimated humanity’s goodness.

She looked at George, asking, "What do you plan to do?"

George replied coolly, "Did you think by making yourself sick constantly, you could avoid donating marrow? I have medicine here. Within a few hours, your blood work will return to normal. Today, you must donate marrow for your mother-in-law."