CHAPTER 84: CHAPTER 84: WAS THE CHILD JULIANA JACOBS MISCARRIED YOURS?

Juliana Jacobs stared at the poison subtly swirling in the teacup. She knew Old Mrs. Grant was gambling with her life.

Old Mrs. Grant saw her hesitation and sneered, "I am old, but not useless. I need to protect the Grant Family for my husband and will not allow anyone to threaten it. Since you touched my bottom line, I can only painfully let go."

Juliana contemplated briefly, calmly picked up the teacup, her pale fingers brushing over the rim.

"I’ll drink this, but from now on, I owe nothing to the Grant Family, and nothing to you."

One sentence severed everything.

Old Mrs. Grant nodded, "If you don’t die, then go pursue your bright future."

Juliana raised the teacup to her lips, ready to tilt her head back.

"Wait!"

Evan Grant strode over and with a "bang" knocked the poison tea from her hands.

"Drinking it would kill you, but you would drink it anyway. All your intelligence is saved for dealing with me?"

The poison from the teacup spilled all over the ground, and Juliana had no intention of arguing with him, so she remained silent.

Old Mrs. Grant shook her head in disappointed frustration at her grandson. "She’s willing to die to sever ties with the Grant Family, and you still won’t let go?"

Last night was too dark, and it was only now that Juliana noticed Evan Grant had lost weight recently, his jawline becoming sharper which made his entire face appear even more cold and stern.

"Grandmother, I forced her into it, it’s not her fault."

Because of his words, Old Mrs. Grant let out a mocking laugh, "You think only about her even though she has set you up twice, and you still defend her."

Evan Grant concealed the bitterness in his eyes, "I owe her."

Juliana felt not the slightest bit moved and looked elsewhere.

"You are infatuated yet you let another woman hurt her."

As soon as Old Mrs. Grant finished speaking, Ethan Carter entered.

He glanced at Old Mrs. Grant, then Evan Grant, hesitating to speak.

"Everyone here is family, there’s nothing that can’t be said." Evan Grant said.

Regardless, Ethan Carter lowered his voice, "The stocks you pledged have nearly reached the liquidation line, and the board has just initiated a vote to remove you."

Evan Grant pressed his lips together, saying nothing.

Old Mrs. Grant took a deep breath and said, "The heir to the Grant Group, and yet you risk our downfall for a woman. Evan, you’ve greatly disappointed me."

As she spoke, she signaled to the butler.

This time, Peter Dawson brought out a cup of poison tea and a divorce agreement.

"I’ll give you two choices: you either sign the divorce papers, and I’ll use my old connections to settle the board matters; or you drink this Poisonous Plant tea meant for her, and I’ll find another heir for the Grant Group." Old Mrs. Grant stated.

Juliana furrowed her brow.

Evan Grant stared at the cup of poison glinting with cold light, suddenly chuckling, then tore the divorce agreement into pieces.

He placed the teacup to his lips.

Juliana wanted to stop him but ultimately only said softly, "Letting go is good for both of us, why insist?"

Evan Grant said nothing, but after holding the teacup to his lips for a while, he turned it and poured the poison tea onto the ground.

"Grandmother, I won’t relinquish the Grant Family burdens, nor will I let go of Juliana Jacobs."

With that, he suddenly dropped to one knee.

"Today I vow here, within three months, I’ll put Cortexa back on track and let the Grant Family flourish once more. If I fail, I’ll sign the divorce agreement!"

Old Mrs. Grant’s eyes sharpened instantly, but she remained silent.

Juliana Jacobs gaze fell on Evan Grant’s face for two seconds before she knelt down.

"Thank you, Old Mrs. Grant, for saving my grandfather’s life in a time of crisis years ago. May you enjoy longevity and prosperity. Juliana Jacobs... bids farewell here."

Married to Evan Grant for four years, her conscience was clear.

With this kneel, the debt was repaid, and the affection ended.

After bowing her head, Juliana stood up to leave.

Evan Grant grasped her hand.

Juliana turned to look at him, "We must divorce, no matter the method."

Evan Grant wasn’t as agitated as last night, "I’ll give you time and space, when you’ve calmed down, we can talk again."

Nothing more to say, it’s actions that matter.

Juliana pulled her hand away and left.

Old Mrs. Grant coldly snorted, "Years ago your grandfather showed mercy, keeping Isaac Grant, only to be killed by him. I thought you were different from him."

Evan Grant bowed his head slightly toward her, "Please, grandmother, don’t harm those I care about."

Old Mrs. Grant raised her eyebrows, "Do you care more about her or more about Stella Windsor?"

Evan Grant didn’t respond but left with Ethan Carter.

Peter Dawson stepped forward and whispered, "Luckily you notified the young master in advance. It’s clear he is wholeheartedly devoted to the young mistress."

Old Mrs. Grant withdrew her gaze, "So what if he is? The Jacobs girl is loyal but inherently fiery and unyielding. If he continues to be entangled with the Winshires... losing this wife will be his own fault."

Just as she finished speaking, George Grant came in from another direction.

"A perfectly fine company, insisting on pursuing this new energy project, and look what it’s led to: the stalwarts who helped build the empire with father are now disheartened. Meanwhile, he’s indulging himself in women. That woman will only bring disaster; does she think she can cage Evan forever with such tactics? What a dream!"

Old Mrs. Grant regarded him with indifference, "Are you awake yet?"

George Grant looked uncomfortable, "Mom, I’m thinking of the Grant Family. Evan is great but obstinate, unable to distinguish right from wrong, still like this at 28, this child can’t be saved."

Old Mrs. Grant heard his insinuations and glared at him sarcastically, "So you’re thinking of having another child with Lily Windsor to inherit the Grant Family assets?"

Everyone knew Lily Windsor was dying, how could another child be conceived?

"Mom, Isaac made mistakes when he was young, but he’s thrived abroad in recent years, I believe he’s truly repentant..."

"Do you have eyes?" Old Mrs. Grant interrupted with, "You have eyes to marry a woman whose morals have been eaten by dogs? Juliana insists on divorcing your son, and your son refuses. Even if you had 0.1 vision, you wouldn’t speak such nonsense."

"I see you not only have lost your eyes, but your brain has atrophied. Before he passed, your father instructed that whoever mentions that ungrateful son in the Grant Family will be kicked out."

"Peter Dawson," Old Mrs. Grant was getting increasingly agitated, "Dismiss him for me, don’t let him return without my permission!"

George Grant: "..."

After finishing a call, Juliana Jacobs walked to the old mansion’s entrance. She hadn’t driven there, intending to call a car, but a Jaguar pulled up in front of her.

Jared Langley’s face appeared at the rear window, "Miss Jacobs, let’s talk."

Juliana crossed her arms over her chest, "President Langley, first show your cards, I’ll see if it’s worth getting in."

Jared Langley laughed at her words, "I’ll help you divorce; you provide exclusive rights to the heavy-duty truck new energy battery collaboration."

Juliana raised her eyebrows, with a faint smile, "Opposing Evan Grant, when has President Langley become so capable?"

A momentary stiffness touched Jared Langley’s smiling face, "Miss Jacobs, if your tongue were a bit sweeter and you understood some charm, you wouldn’t be plotted against by Evan’s venomous stepsister."

This one is no less deceitful.

Grinding her teeth, Juliana heard the slow approach of a Maybach behind her.

She opened the rear door of the Jaguar and got in.

The car drove away.

Ethan Carter looked at Evan Grant, who was about to get out of his car, "Is madam planning to work with the Langley Family to continue dealing with us?"

Evan Grant didn’t speak.

At this moment, his phone suddenly vibrated, and an anonymous message popped up.

"You think the child Juliana miscarried is yours?"