CHAPTER 80: CHAPTER 80: JULIANA JACOBS: I DON’T WANT HIM ANYMORE

"Master George, the person inside is your wife," Ethan Carter reminded from the side.

Upon hearing this, George Grant was taken aback, and then he actually started laughing.

"Is karma happening so fast? Great! Get the experts out, we won’t be resuscitating."

Ethan Carter closed his eyes briefly, "Master George, the experts in Kingsford weren’t called by us, and they won’t give you face."

The smile on George Grant’s face froze, "Juliana has no family, no one will help her. Who called the experts for her?"

Ethan Carter replied politely, "If you are self-aware, you wouldn’t ask that question."

George Grant: "..."

"Ethan Carter," Evan Grant’s voice turned colder, "get security to throw him out!"

George Grant: "......"

Shortly after, the door to the emergency room suddenly opened.

The leading expert removed his mask, a heavy expression still lingering on his face.

"The patient’s condition has been stabilized, but we’ll need to observe for a few more hours. If all is well, she can be transferred to the ICU."

Evan Grant’s Adam’s apple rolled, and the hand hanging by his side was clenched to the point of turning white. In the end, he only nodded slightly, "Thank you..."

The expert studied him several times, and his tone grew more solemn.

"Although the patient is out of danger, she’s been repeatedly experiencing stress reactions while comatose, incessantly shouting ’No.’ This level of post-traumatic stress may accompany her for a long time. If you’re her family, consider thoroughly how to help her overcome this hurdle."

Evan Grant’s eyes were bloodshot, with veins bursting like a spider web at the bottom.

He looked at Caleb Shaw, "Please watch over her for a moment."

After saying this, he walked out.

"Where are you going? Your wife hasn’t even come out yet. What’s more important than her?"

However, Evan Grant did not respond, and his silhouette disappeared down the hallway.

"He’s probably still tangled up with that bitch," Summer Shaw mocked, "The Grant Family’s inherited shamelessness, always eating shit. You should stay away from him, and if you dare to treat my cousin that way, I’ll have our parents kick you out!"

Caleb Shaw: "..."

Southwood Estate Villa Basement.

Wayne Paxton was blindfolded and thrown to the ground.

He cursed while tearing off the blindfold.

When he saw who was in front of him, he was momentarily stunned and then laughed.

"So it’s President Grant. If you wanted to see me, a phone call would have sufficed. There’s no need to use such methods to arrange a meeting, right?"

He attempted to stand but was kicked in the knee pit by Ethan Carter and knelt again.

"Juliana is my wife," Evan Grant said emotionlessly.

Wayne Paxton pretended ignorance.

"Is that so? Didn’t you personally admit that the woman beside you that night was your wife?"

Slap!

Ethan Carter gave him a slap.

"How long have you been eyeing her? Stop playing dumb here!"

At Ethan Carter’s prompt, the horse-faced female doctor was thrown in front of Wayne Paxton.

The woman’s face was battered and bruised, and she was so scared she couldn’t even stand.

"Boss, he wants to cut my hands off! Save me!"

"The electric shock was your idea, and you were the one who drugged and brought her. Over the years, I’ve acted per your instructions."

"I don’t even know who she is, this has nothing to do with me..."

Wayne Paxton got angry, "Shut up!"

After saying this, he looked at Evan Grant, no longer pretending.

"You were the one who ordered Aetherflame Dynamics to shut down, otherwise she wouldn’t have come into my view. You also hinted at the dining table that she was a woman you didn’t want, which is why I targeted her. If you’re going to retaliate against me, why not start with yourself?"

Evan Grant squatted halfway in front of him, let out a cold laugh, and his knuckles creaked.

"I indeed deserve retribution, so now I’ll personally take out the trash."

As he said this, he punched Wayne Paxton in the stomach, causing his features to contort with pain.

Evan Grant wiped his hands as he stood up, the horse-faced female doctor next to him trembled in fear.

He gave a faint smile, his eyes filled with murderous intent, and asked, "Do you wish to die?"

The woman quickly shook her head.

"I’ll give you two choices: either you give him a vasectomy or I’ll chop off your hands."

The horse-faced female doctor gasped sharply.

Wayne Paxton panicked.

"Evan Grant, does being the richest man in Kenton make you amazing? With a flick of a finger, the Paxton Family can turn you into a pauper! Are you a fool, throwing away your business empire for a woman?"

However, Evan Grant seemed to not hear him at all.

He looked at the environment of the basement, his heart already ablaze with fury.

Juliana had suffered inhuman abuse in such an environment for over a day, crying out in vain...

He hated himself to the core.

"I don’t have much patience," he said to the horse-faced female doctor.

The female doctor steeled her heart, "I’ll do it!"

In less than an hour, on the bed where Juliana had been pressed down and subjected to electroshock trauma, Wayne Paxton experienced a gender conversion.

"President Grant, will you let me go now?"

The doctor was covered in blood, and Evan Grant found her so repulsive that he didn’t want to spare her a glance.

He instructed Ethan Carter, "Send her to Starkharbor."

The doctor was shocked, as that place was a market for trading internal organs.

"Once in that place, there’s no coming back. You promised, as long as I did it, you wouldn’t kill me..."

Evan Grant’s face carried a shadowy smile, "I’m not killing you now, am I? Whether you survive there has nothing to do with me."

The horse-faced female doctor: "..."

...

Hospital.

After Juliana’s observation period ended, she was transferred to the ICU, but was stopped at the room’s entrance.

The nurse complained to the room, "This was prepared for Mrs. Grant, how can you do this?"

Then Lily Windsor’s voice rang out, "Where is there a Mrs. Grant in the Grant Family? Open your eyes, the person lying on the bed is the one President Grant truly cares about. Don’t flatter the wrong person and lose your job."

As it turned out, just two minutes before Juliana’s bed was wheeled in, Lily Windsor had arranged for her daughter to occupy the room and refused to move for anyone.

The hospital had only this one ICU room left, leaving the director at a loss for what to do.

Caleb Shaw frowned, finally understanding why Juliana was insistent on divorcing Evan Grant.

With in-laws like these, it was suffocating.

Summer Shaw couldn’t tolerate it at all and stepped forward to argue, but was stopped by Juliana, who woke up in the middle of it.

"Go to Room 547,"

Summer Shaw fumed, "They’re going too far."

Juliana mustered her strength, "I don’t want him anymore. Let him keep the garbage to himself."

Summer Shaw gave a snort, pointed at Lily Windsor’s nose, and said, "So experienced at snatching hospital rooms, why not try stealing an ice coffin from the funeral parlor, you mother-daughter pair should aim for cleanness next reincarnation by becoming laundry detergent."

Lily Windsor was so furious she almost had a nosebleed again.

When Evan Grant returned to the hospital, the entrance to the ICU had returned to normal.

Even Caleb Shaw hadn’t told him that Juliana switched hospitals.

Inside the room, there was no one else, silent enough to hear a pin drop.

Evan Grant walked to the bedside, held the pale hand exposed from the quilt, and softly called, "Juliana."

The woman on the bed, wearing an oxygen mask, turned her head slightly and weakly called out, "Brother..."

Evan Grant jerked back his hand as if electrocuted, furious.

"How can it be you!"