CHAPTER 98: CHAPTER 98: RETURNING TO PLATINUM BAY FEELS LIKE A LIFETIME AGO

Just as he was about to grab Juliana Jacobs’ wrist.

Adrian Langley raised his hand to intercept.

George Grant said sharply, "Don’t meddle."

Adrian was about to speak when Juliana squeezed his arm.

"Thank you for today, I’ll handle the Grant Family affairs myself, you should go."

Adrian knew that staying with Juliana would easily expose his identity.

So he shot George a glare and left.

"Who was that person? What’s your relationship?" George asked.

Juliana retorted, "You’re actually interested in digging up gossip? I thought Master George always had his mind on his wife."

"You..." George suppressed his anger, "You are still the Grant Family’s daughter-in-law, and Lily Windsor is still your mother-in-law. She kidnapped you and arranged for people to attack you; it’s ultimately a family conflict, taking it to the police is ridiculous."

Juliana lifted her eyes and gave a light laugh, "Are you saying that the law should make way for the Grant Family’s dirty business?"

George’s temple throbbed, "I haven’t settled the score with you for finding April Preston to seduce me!"

After speaking, he turned to the bodyguards and roared, "What are you standing around for? I’ve arranged everything. Take her to the police station to sign the papers. I want the case withdrawn today!"

The bodyguards were about to move forward when suddenly a female voice was heard from the side.

"Because in your eyes, kidnapping and assault are trivial matters to be done at whim, so you indulge in them, appearing to be a loyal husband on the surface, but a beast in human skin at heart!"

"You..." George saw it was Mrs. Young and immediately lost his momentum, "You don’t understand anything, why are you shouting?"

Mrs. Young stood beside Juliana, "I may not understand everything, but I can tell the difference between a good person and a bad one."

George closed his eyes, "What are you doing here?"

Mrs. Young continued to confront him, "It’s none of your damn business, I don’t want to see you, get lost."

George clicked his tongue, "Why are you talking to me in this tone? You don’t even know what I’m dealing with, you..."

Before he could finish, Mrs. Young picked up a mop and started hitting him indiscriminately.

Protected by bodyguards, George retreated repeatedly, finally telling Juliana, ’You’re lucky,’ and left.

At this point, Juliana was convinced her intuition was right.

Mrs. Young didn’t like Lily Windsor and George; there was a deeper reason for it.

Every time George appeared harsh towards Mrs. Young, he was actually giving in to her.

"Madam, are you alright?"

Mrs. Young’s voice brought Juliana back to reality.

"Mrs. Young, why are you at the hospital? Are you feeling unwell?"

Mrs. Young shook her head but held her abdomen.

Juliana quickly helped her sit down on the bench, taking the crumpled ultrasound sheet from her hand, her fingertips trembled almost imperceptibly.

"You’re pregnant, do you need to take care?"

Nearly three months along, this child must have been conceived at the old mansion.

Mrs. Young didn’t avoid the question, "If you want to laugh, just laugh."

"Does the father know?"

Mrs. Young’s husband had been dead for years, it’s understandable if she found someone new.

Mrs. Young shook her head, "I don’t want this child, but right now I can’t have surgery, I have to be admitted to the hospital first. I need to go back to Platinum Bay to ask President Grant for leave."

A terrifying suspicion was growing wildly in Juliana’s heart.

"But it says you need to be admitted immediately, or you’ll risk a serious hemorrhage. And you actually just went and hit someone."

As Juliana spoke, she couldn’t help but laugh.

Mrs. Young also laughed awkwardly.

"How about this, I’ll go to Platinum Bay and take leave for you," Juliana said.

...

Meanwhile, George left the hospital.

Sitting in his car, he called, still sounding angry, "She refuses to go to the police station to withdraw the case."

Isaac Grant responded on the phone, "Whether it’s withdrawn or not, my Gilded Cage has already been watched by the police and Evan Grant. Tonight, I almost ran into Evan head-on. After the fact, it’s useless to try to make up for it. It might be better to remind your foster daughter not to cause me any more trouble in the future!"

"So... what should we do?" George asked.

"The Gilded Cage probably needs to shut down for a few days for reorganization. Might as well use these days to confront Evan."

Hearing this, George gripped his phone tightly.

Once things came to light, it meant he would become enemies with another son.

"But what about my wife, are we just going to watch her go to jail?" George asked.

"Why are you so worried about a dying woman? There are so many women in the world, why insist on that old hen?"

George opened his mouth, his throat somewhat choked.

Lily Windsor was still in jail, confidently waiting for him to bail her out.

"Then don’t let Juliana off either," George said.

...

When Juliana returned to Platinum Bay, Evan Grant had yet to come back.

The entire house was so empty that footsteps echoed and seemed even colder than before.

In fact, if she counted, she’d officially left this place less than a month ago, but it felt like a lifetime.

She went to Mrs. Young’s room and packed up her clothes into a luggage bag.

When she came out, the living room was already lit.

Evan had returned, sinking into the sofa.

His coat was carelessly thrown aside, the shirt collar open, and he seemed exhausted.

Ethan Carter stood three steps back, speaking softly, "President Grant, it seems someone will be plotting at the board meeting the day after tomorrow."

"The shares Felix Lawson and Garrett Woodward hold add up to only 13%. If they want to unite the entire board against me, they might have to persuade my father to do the lobbying," Evan said.

This made Ethan quite concerned.

"Young Master Isaac’s return has always been kept secret by him, and due to Madam’s situation, you and Master George have become more estranged. I fear Master George now leans towards Young Master Isaac."

Seeing Evan remain silent, Ethan suggested, "The obstacles in the heavy truck business are already a fatal blow to you. If Master George sides with outsiders, it would be akin to pulling the rug out from under you. How about doing Master George a favor first and getting Ms. Windsor off the hook for now, at least to stabilize one aspect of the situation?"

Juliana had no intention of eavesdropping, but upon hearing them talk about getting Lily out, and knowing Evan had the ability to do it, she couldn’t remain indifferent.

She sneezed and walked out from around the corner.

Both men looked at her simultaneously.

Ethan was surprised.

Juliana, feeling a bit embarrassed, explained, "Mrs. Young is ill. I happened to meet her at the hospital, so I came to pack some things for her."

"Ethan, go to the hospital."

Evan watched Juliana, his gaze deep like the night sea, calm on the surface but with hidden undercurrents.

Understanding, Ethan took the bag from Juliana’s hand.

Leaving the living room with just the two of them.

In a couple about to divorce, without an argument, the atmosphere felt strange.

Juliana didn’t want to be alone with him, especially late at night, in the place they once shared their lives.

She was about to leave when Evan grabbed her hand, making her panic and shake it off as if electrocuted.

Evan wasn’t annoyed, instead, he looked at her and laughed quietly.

"Why do you act like a child?"

Juliana didn’t look at him, saying coldly, "Are you planning to get Lily Windsor out?"

"I have that in mind."

He was so straightforward about it.

"I hope she is held accountable for what she’s done," Juliana said.

Evan gently picked up a strand of her hair by her ear, brushing it against his nose, and smiled faintly, "So are you ordering me as Mrs. Grant, or pleading as a soon-to-be ex-wife?"