CHAPTER 50: CHAPTER 50: IMPOSSIBLE! I WAS FAKING ILLNESS!

Lily Windsor felt her bones aching at first, then she had a headache later that day.

Chase Miller came to see her twice but left without saying much.

Lily’s intuition told her it had something to do with the medication she’d been taking, so she kept asking Stella.

Stella was a bit annoyed by her constant questioning, but she held her temper.

"Stella, you’re my only child. Remember, when your deadbeat dad left us with a pile of gambling debts, I gave everything for you to live better. Now, not only am I pretending to be sick for you, but I’m also pushing Uncle Grant to trouble Juliana. You can’t let your mom down."

"Alright, I know you love me, but..."

Stella’s tone turned a bit sharp.

"But if you hadn’t pestered Juliana to get porridge in the middle of the night, which caused her to have a high fever again, we would’ve extracted her bone marrow by now. Luckily, Uncle believes you and gave Juliana the medication, or you’d still be suffering."

Lily looked desolate. "If you keep isolating your uncle for too long, our relationship will fade."

Stella’s tone was curt. "George Grant will never be more than a useless appendage to the Grant Family in this lifetime. If you want a better life, you can only rely on me. As long as I can hold onto Evan, your life of luxury is secured. What man won’t you be able to get then?"

Lily could tell that Stella was reminding her that she was her only hope.

"But Stella, mom is really uncomfortable right now..."

Just midway through her sentence, the hospital room door was pushed open.

The silhouette of Old Mrs. Grant appeared at the entrance.

Both of them froze simultaneously.

Because not only did Old Mrs. Grant come, but Evan Grant and Dr. Miller also arrived.

Even Juliana Jacobs was wheeled in in her wheelchair.

Lily’s eyes flashed, "Mom, why are you here?"

She feebly attempted to rise, and George quickly went to support her.

Old Mrs. Grant’s gaze was cold. "Don’t get up, just lie there. You’re not going to live more than a couple of days anyway."

Lily momentarily awkward, George quickly said, "Mom, how can you curse your daughter-in-law like that? Once Juliana donates her bone marrow to her, she’ll..."

With a crisp slap, Old Mrs. Grant struck her son across the face.

"Peter, show him the ’terminal illness’ report his dear wife carefully planned!"

The butler stepped forward and handed George a stack of documents.

"From switching blood samples to bribing the lab technicians, each incident has ironclad evidence! Did you think the rules of the Grant Family were a joke? That the law was just a decoration?"

When George turned to the sheet signed with "Paul Wallace," Lily trembled all over, and terror flashed through her eyes.

Why did Paul say it was her who contacted him?

It was clearly Stella orchestrating this all.

Recalling that her daughter often used her phone these past few days... Lily suddenly understood.

Stella stood by the bedside and fiercely pinched her where no one else could see.

The pinch was a reminder that she was her dependence.

Lily was stunned.

"Is all of this true?"

George couldn’t believe it.

Chase Miller stepped forward and said, "The colleague in the hospital’s lab responsible for her tests has already voluntarily confessed. He accepted a bribe from the patient and altered the results. He’s currently being dealt with by the hospital. I... she also approached me, and when I refused, she threatened me. I had no choice but to base my conclusions on the lab’s altered report."

"Lily," George’s voice trembled, "You made me give Juliana drugs, made me willing to break the law for you—was it all a lie?"

Lily’s face was pale. She quickly got out of bed, grabbed his hand, and fell to her knees with a thud.

"I’m sorry, husband, it was me, it’s all my fault. I lied to you and our daughter, but I had no choice..."

Juliana frowned at her words.

Was it reasonable for Stella not to have any blame at all?

"Juliana is far too favored in the Grant Family. She doesn’t like my daughter, and because of that, my daughter has to leave home—why? I’m not reconciled, and I want Stella to stay, so I pretended to be ill and tortured Juliana to feel better."

Stella’s nails dug into her flesh, cursing Lily as a foolish pig inside.

This would lead to her being sent away again.

"You... sigh..." George’s eyes were full of unconcealed disappointment. "Mom, I was confused."

Old Mrs. Grant had no desire to look at him anymore.

"Did you think I disliked your wife because of her background? Her looks just spell trouble wherever she goes, only you treat her as precious."

George wore a look of regret, not knowing what to say.

However, Old Mrs. Grant wasn’t angered, "You didn’t wrong me; you wronged others."

Upon her reminder, George looked at Evan Grant.

Asking him to apologize to his daughter-in-law was something he couldn’t do.

"Evan, your aunt truly went too far this time; I’ll make her apologize to you both."

Juliana was about to speak, but Evan said, "That’s not necessary."

Juliana gripped the armrest tightly.

Evan’s gaze was calm, "Actually, your aunt didn’t lie to you completely."

"What are you saying?"

Neither George nor Lily understood.

Evan presented the latest lab report from the Regal Center, and Lily craned her neck to see it as well.

But after a glance, Lily seemed struck by lightning, all color drained from her face, and she collapsed to the ground.

Stella immediately leaned over, reading the critical part aloud, "Platelets normal... but tumor markers in the blood significantly elevated... highly suspect... malignant bone tumor?"

This report was a double-blind test, absolutely authoritative.

"No... impossible! I’m pretending to be sick! I’m pretending to be sick!"

Lily’s cries were hysterical; this time, she was truly terrified.

Stella was both elated and saddened.

Elated that she could stay under the guise of caring for her mother, saddened that Lily might be in the late stage, leaving little time to use her.

"Pretending to be sick?"

Old Mrs. Grant laughed.

"Your heart is devoid of reverence, so heaven commands punishment. I will tolerate you no longer; return all the property and jewelry given by the Grant Family over the years and get out. From now on, you have no ties with the Grant Family, and your daughter should stay away from Evan."

Lily gasped, looking towards her husband for help.

George’s expression was complex, wanting to plead for Lily.

But just as he opened his mouth, Old Mrs. Grant said, "You aided a villain, you’re no good either. If you don’t divorce her, leave with her. Evan shall have no stepmother henceforth, and the Grant Family will not provide you a cent of living expenses."

"Mom, I’m your son."

George never expected that not only would Lily’s assets be stripped away, but even his own welfare was gone, a catastrophe akin to the sky falling.

"But you are Lily’s husband; she’s inhuman, yet you’re obligated to treat her. Have the courage, and you’ll establish your own family. Trouble Juliana again, and I won’t spare you."

Old Mrs. Grant finished, even shooting Stella a stern glance.

Just then, Juliana’s condition worsened.

Her eyes tightly shut, breathing rapid, her face as pale as paper.

Evan seized Chase, pulling him over, "Quickly see to her!"

"Not good, she’s in ventricular fibrillation."

Chase hesitated, issuing an emergency code 999, his hands trembling.

Old Mrs. Grant glared at her grandson, "Can you protect her or not? If not, divorce her!"