CHAPTER 9: CHAPTER 9: DRAGGED OUT OF THE BEDROOM WITHOUT DIGNITY

Ethan glanced at the rearview mirror and didn’t hide it from her this time.

"Not much air was injected into the bloodstream, it’s not a big problem."

"So Dr. Shaw is helpless?"

"Sigh, Dr. Shaw for some reason got emotional and said something rash to President Grant, and President Grant, without verifying, decisively went. Look at the trouble it caused..."

He paused.

"...This time, President Grant intentionally stayed there a few more days to handle some matters. He won’t easily fly to Aldoria again in the future."

After he finished speaking, he sneaked a look at the rearview mirror and found that Juliana’s face still showed no expression.

"Ma’am, there really is nothing between President Grant and Miss Grant. They were set up. We will definitely find out who manipulated that hot search and make him pay."

There’s really nothing, yet he could hear the other party was in critical condition and rush to their side without verifying first.

Then what about when she was informed of critical condition twice in the ICU, and he stayed by that woman’s side?

Love or not, cannot be compared.

Juliana mocked, "Couldn’t it be Stella Grant directing the play herself?"

Ethan: "..."

Juliana went back to Platinum Bay, and the first thing she did was pack her clothes.

"Ma’am, you are going to..."

Without looking up, Juliana said, "I’m tired of living here. Going out to stay for a while."

Mrs. Young wasn’t stupid; this wasn’t being tired, it was clearly running away from home.

"But ma’am, you can’t leave."

Juliana: "?"

Mrs. Young: "President Grant said you can’t go anywhere before he returns."

Juliana wasn’t surprised that Evan Grant could guess her intentions.

This man has a natural talent for reading people’s minds. In the business world, the slightest twitch of a competitor’s eyelid, and he knows what cards they are going to play.

So she temporarily moved into the study.

After marriage, although Evan Grant did not agree with her going out to work, she could have her own study to do what she liked.

Late at night, she was sleeping soundly.

A hand moved up from her waist, and Juliana woke up with a start, kicking the intruder.

Kicked in the inner thigh, Evan Grant let out a muffled grunt.

Juliana turned on the small lamp, the warm yellow light shrouding her haggard complexion.

Evan Grant took a deep breath, "So forcefully, if you harm your happiness, you will regret it."

Juliana averted her gaze, "Only when a man is castrated will he be obedient."

Evan Grant laughed, "So ruthless?"

Juliana couldn’t laugh, "I don’t have family backing me up, if I’m not a little ruthless, should I let you all manipulate me?"

Evan Grant reached out to pinch her face, "Aren’t you the one manipulating me?"

"Don’t touch me!"

She agitatedly slapped his hand away.

Evan Grant was stunned for a moment, suddenly realizing her ring finger was empty, his brows immediately furrowed.

"Where is the ring on your hand?"

"Threw it away." Juliana said angrily.

She realized that when facing him, she no longer had the impulse to tell him about her ordeals and even had a physiological aversion to his touch.

She finally didn’t love him as much anymore.

However, Evan Grant’s voice turned cold, "That was a wedding ring! Where did you throw it?"

"A marriage full of deception, does the ring still matter? Didn’t like it, threw it into the sea."

Evan Grant squinted at her for a while.

The tension between the two gradually subsided in the silent air.

After a moment, Evan Grant’s smile didn’t reach his eyes, "Is this my punishment? Is there anything else?"

Juliana was stunned by his question and then looked away, not looking at him.

"This isn’t a punishment. We need to separate for a while and seriously consider whether to continue this marriage."

Evan Grant’s eyes darkened, and he suddenly picked her up.

"Put me down!"

Juliana struggled, but Evan Grant carried her out.

"We won’t separate; without my permission, you can’t go anywhere."

Juliana felt like her heart was stuffed with wet cotton wool.

That night, she continued to keep her distance from him on the large bed in the master bedroom...

Juliana was able to be discharged because her wound had healed enough to meet the discharge criteria, not because her body had fully recovered.

The damage from falling into the sea had not yet faded, and she was weak, sleeping drowsily, not even noticing when Evan Grant left for the company.

Not sure how long she slept when someone kicked the bedroom door open with a "bang," waking her up.

Before she could see clearly, Lily Windsor had already barged in with several servants from the old house.

Accompanied by Mrs. Young’s shouting, "The madam hasn’t woken up yet, how can you just barge in? Do you have no regard for President Grant?"

However, Lily Windsor tore off Juliana’s quilt, exposing her appearance in bed to everyone.

"Bringing such trouble to the Grant Family, do you still have the face to sleep?"

Last night, after having a dispute with Evan Grant, Juliana was wearing very conservative pajamas.

But this was still very humiliating.

"What crazy thing are you doing?"

Juliana was shocked and angry, got up to snatch back the quilt, but Lily Windsor grabbed her hair.

"I’m the crazy one? You hired paparazzi to Aldoria to take photos of Evan and Stella, and then bought hot search to smear them, bringing disgrace to the Grant Family. Who really is crazy?"

Juliana’s mind went blank.

"I don’t understand what you’re talking about."

She grabbed Lily Windsor’s hand, trying to break free.

But Lily Windsor used her other hand to grip Juliana’s face, loudly scolding the servants she brought along.

"Are you all useless? The Old Mrs. Grant sent you to catch her, this woman is about to be kicked out from the Grant Family, what are you hesitating for?"

As soon as the words fell, the servants who had been hesitant immediately surrounded her...

Juliana was tied up and brought to the old house, in a very embarrassing state.

The Old Mrs. Grant had been sitting upright, with a heart full of anger against Juliana after looking at the evidence provided by George. But seeing her disheveled being brought over, the Old Mrs. Grant immediately frowned.

"Who told you to treat her like this?"

The servants who followed Lily Windsor into the house all looked at Lily Windsor.

The Old Mrs. Grant glared at Lily Windsor, and George, sensing the situation was not right, immediately reminded her, "Mom, it was Juliana who plotted against Evan and spread false information to tarnish the Grant Family."

The Old Mrs. Grant squinted at him, "I haven’t said she was wrong yet, but you already dare to make decisions for me. Does this house need to change its surname to Windsor?"

George took a deep breath, quickly ordered them to untie Juliana, and pretended to reprimand his wife.

"Didn’t I tell you to bring her here? How could you tie her up? If Evan finds out, how will your relationship be?"

Without any discernment, Lily Windsor even gave him a triumphant look.

"She has shamed the Grant Family, would Evan still want her? I’ve long said this woman isn’t as pure as our Stella..."

Juliana finally understood that she had been set up.

It is uncertain if Stella Grant was involved, but Lily Windsor certainly was.

However, this false accusation came too suddenly; how should she break out of this situation?

Juliana rubbed her sore arms and looked directly at George.

"Master George, what evidence is there to prove I tarnished the Grant Family?"

She didn’t even call him father, and because of her words, the Old Mrs. Grant’s brows furrowed tighter.

George didn’t mind her addressing him and walked to the Old Mrs. Grant’s side in a few steps, picking up the transfer records on the table.

"These are the transfer records you made to the paparazzi who took photos of Evan, and to several bloggers who propagated Evan’s affair. Evan has verified these, and the records are real and valid. What do you have to say?"

So, Evan Grant knew they would come to accuse her, but he still allowed these people to drag her out of the bedroom without dignity?