CHAPTER 49: CHAPTER 49: LIVE AS A GRANT, DIE AS A GRANT GHOST

"Master George doesn’t intend to leave himself any room?" Juliana asked.

George Grant recalled Lily Windsor clutching him and crying hysterically, and a trace of ruthlessness flashed in his eyes.

"Originally, if you had been filial to your mother-in-law, there wouldn’t have been any trouble. But you knew she had a terminal illness and still slandered her for faking it. You must pay for your actions."

Juliana clenched her fists...

At this moment, Rosalind Linton pushed Old Man Linton to the entrance of the Grant’s residence.

"Dad, are you really going?"

Rosalind was uncertain.

Ever since the two children’s wedding banquet, the elders of the two families had barely met.

The main reason was that Old Man Linton felt he shouldn’t burden Juliana any further.

Old Mr. Linton looked at the Grant’s tall and intricately decorated gate and exhaled, "Fine, let’s not go, just let the Grants exhaust Juliana to death, let her accompany Aidan."

Destroying her benefactor, how could that be?

Rosalind walked to the gate and pressed the doorbell.

Upon learning that someone from the Linton Family had arrived, the old house opened the gate to welcome them.

In The West Flower Hall, sandalwood incense wafted gently.

Old Mrs. Grant sat in the main seat, with a moderate smile on her face.

"Old Mr. Linton, your health is precious, feel free to speak openly."

Old Man Linton dressed plainly, yet spoke with dignity.

"Old Mrs. Grant, you probably know that if it weren’t for my illness back then, Juliana wouldn’t have sacrificed her lifelong happiness. Though we are not blood-related, we are closer than real grandparents. Now I am as good as half-buried, and today I’ve come not for anything else but to ask you to give my unfortunate granddaughter a clear answer."

Old Mrs. Grant picked up the teacup and took a sip.

"Juliana is the daughter-in-law of the Grants, and she will be protected by the Grant’s rules, so there’s no need for you to worry."

"Rules?"

A sharp light flashed in Old Man Linton’s cloudy eyes.

"The Grant’s rules, is it to let the mother-in-law make things difficult, scalding her fingers till they’re red, or to have her escorted even to work?"

Old Mrs. Grant hadn’t heard of such things. Although surprised, she didn’t show it.

Old Man Linton took a breath, his voice filled with grief and anger.

"Although Juliana has no parents, she is still a person. I hope that in view of how she has done right by the Grants, the old lady will grant her a way to survive..."

The old man grew more and more agitated, unable to suppress a cough.

Rosalind quickly patted his back.

Old Mrs. Grant heard the seriousness in Old Man Linton’s words.

She set down the teacup with a clear clink of porcelain.

"Old Mrs. Grant," Rosalind bowed her head to the old lady, "If my son were alive, he would certainly love her a hundred times more than your grandson. You don’t know, when we saw her at the hospital today, my dad and I..."

Rosalind wiped away a tear, leaving her sentence unfinished.

Old Mrs. Grant knew something serious must have happened between the young couple, but she remained silent.

After a long while, she slowly spoke, her voice low yet carrying undeniable authority.

"Old Brother Linton, rest assured. Since Juliana is a properly wedded daughter-in-law of the Grants, in life she is a Grant, in death, she is a Grant’s ghost. The Grant’s rules are to protect our own. Today I’ve taken note of what you’ve said. Please go home and take care of yourself."

Old Mrs. Grant’s words, seemingly devoid of warmth, nonetheless placed an invisible protective amulet on Juliana.

Old Man Linton did not speak further and immediately took his leave from Old Mrs. Grant.

The hall was so quiet you could hear a pin drop.

Old Mrs. Grant sat still for a while, then called out, "Peter Dawson."

The housekeeper came running.

"Has George been at the hospital looking after his wife these last few days?"

The housekeeper, being meticulous, had already inquired about Juliana’s circumstances when Old Man Linton had come.

He knew the old lady was ostensibly asking about George, but she was actually inquiring about whether anything had been done to Juliana.

Thus, Peter Dawson relayed what he had found out.

"Every day after work, the young madam goes to the hospital to look after Ms. Windsor, she eats and sleeps there, hardly getting any rest. I heard that last night, despite the heavy rain, she was sent out to buy pumpkin porridge."

Old Mrs. Grant gripped the teacup tightly, "And Evan? What has he been up to?"

The housekeeper lowered his head, "President Grant seems to deliberately want to teach the young madam a lesson."

Old Mrs. Grant closed her eyes, "The men of the Grant Family, oh..."

...

Juliana was weakly dragged back to the hospital and forced to undergo a physical examination.

The results showed she was eligible for marrow extraction.

George Grant was pleased with the report and immediately instructed the bodyguards.

"Hey, take her to the blood drawing room, have the nurses hurry up and extract her marrow."

"George..."

Juliana felt extremely unwell, wanting to speak, but her speech nerves were uncontrollable.

She realized this might be a side effect of the medication.

In the end, she could only let herself be dragged to the blood drawing room like a piece of cargo.

The nurses in the blood drawing room were frightened by the scene.

"Extracting bone marrow should respect the person’s will, forcing it might not work, right?"

George ordered them to tie Juliana to the hospital bed and harshly told them, "Saving a life is most important. My wife needs her bone marrow to save her life. If you delay my wife’s condition, I’ll hold your entire family accountable."

The nurses were terrified, trembling as they picked up the thick bone marrow needle.

"No... don’t..."

The cold antiseptic wipe brushed over Juliana’s lower back skin, and despair filled her heart.

Just as the needle was about to pierce the skin, "Bang!"

The door to the blood drawing room was smashed open with great force!

Old Mrs. Grant stood at the doorway, spiritedly, glaring at George.

"Dear son, I had no idea you had become so capable lately."

The nurse, relieved to finally stop, quickly put the bone marrow needle down.

George panicked for a moment, "Mom..."

Evan Grant entered right behind, frowning as he headed straight to the bedside, untying Juliana’s restraints.

But when he tried to help her sit up, Juliana suddenly pushed his hand away with an extremely disgusted expression.

She’d rather hold herself tightly to recover from the terror than rely on him even a little.

Suddenly, Evan Grant felt as if a piece of his heart had been gouged out.

He turned to glare at George, "What did you inject into her?"

George’s eyes flickered, "N-no, nothing, just something to rapidly normalize her blood count."

"Mom," George clutched at his last straw, "Lily is really sick. Having Juliana donate marrow is also saving a life, a virtuous deed."

"Virtuous deed?" Old Mrs. Grant laughed in exasperation, "What virtue can be gained from saving a person like your wife?"

"Take me to see that nuisance!" the old lady demanded angrily.

...

In the hospital room, Stella Grant and Lily Windsor were waiting for George’s good news.

If Juliana had her marrow extracted, she’d be half-dead, and by then, not only would she harbor resentment towards Evan Grant, but even the old lady would dislike her for being weak and unable to bear descendants for the Grant Family, urging them to divorce.

Lily Windsor took a deep breath, "Stella, feel my heartbeat, it suddenly sped up, is something going to happen?"