CHAPTER 348: CHAPTER 348: EVERYTHING BELONGING TO THE WEXLER FAMILY IS YOURS

The old lady’s face showed even more satisfaction, gently caressing her head.

"The things belonging to the Wexler Family are all yours. You can do whatever you want; I have no objections. Just one thing, Grace, you need to take good care of yourself. Seeing you the other day, I knew you must have had a rough time before."

Grace pretended to cry for a while, then lifted her head.

"I was adopted by someone domestically before. But after I got married, her granddaughter took away my son and husband. My ex-husband was bewitched by her and threw me into prison. Grandma, I feel so unwilling. If it wasn’t for meeting Serena Sutton, I would probably spend my entire life in jail."

A flash of anger crossed the old lady’s face, and she fiercely tapped her cane several times.

"Such shameless women exist! Grace, the Wexler Family is your backing. If you want revenge, Grandma won’t say a word. Those people have gone too far to treat you like this!"

The old lady was so angry that her chest heaved violently, wishing she could return to the country right away and tear Eleanor Hollis apart by hand.

However, how would she know that Eleanor Hollis wasn’t in the country at that moment?

Eleanor Hollis had been locked in this small dark room for many days, with someone bringing food at fixed times every day.

The longer time passed, the more terrified she became because the place gave her a very bad feeling, eerie and sinister.

Faint voices could be heard from outside the door, likely belonging to Serena Sutton.

She had only realized upon waking that Serena Sutton had other motives from the start.

Serena Sutton’s face was full of joy, as doctors had carefully examined Eleanor Hollis’s body over the past few days and found her to be the most suitable donor for the transplant surgery. After searching for so many years, she had finally found it.

"Thank you, Doctor. Please start the surgery as soon as possible. As you can see, my husband can’t hold on much longer."

Thinking of Florian, her heart twisted in pain.

"Don’t worry, Miss Sutton. Once we’re prepared, we’ll start immediately."

The doctor removed his mask, shook hands with her, and then left.

Serena Sutton looked at the door of the room where Eleanor Hollis was held, displaying a hint of reluctance on her face, but ultimately became indifferent. If blame were to be placed, it could only be attributed to that individual’s misfortune; this wasn’t her fault.

She returned to the living room, seeing Florian sitting on the sofa reading a newspaper, her face suddenly softened.

"Florian, what are you reading?"

Florian’s complexion was very pale, with a sickly pallor.

He appeared fragile, seemingly ready to dissipate with the wind at any moment. This feeling made Serena Sutton uneasy; she didn’t want to bear the pain of losing another loved one.

"Yesterday’s newspaper."

Florian’s voice was gentle, just like his character.

He put the newspaper down and, noticing the fatigue on Serena Sutton’s face, couldn’t help but extend his arms to hold her.

"Is it because you’ve been running around again for my illness? Serena, I’m not afraid of dying at all."

All he hoped for was that she could accompany him more in his final moments.

But Serena had been traveling extensively searching for a suitable heart, having not returned home for a long time.

His heart ached, yet he felt sad.

"You won’t die. I’ve found the right heart, and in a few days, we can proceed with the surgery."

Serena Sutton was delighted, having wandered ceaselessly for years, soon to achieve a result.

But Florian furrowed his brows—it was difficult enough to find a heart for a common blood type transplant, let alone being RH-negative blood type, searching for a suitable donor was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

"Where did you find it? Have you spoken to the family of the donor? Such surgeries need family consent."

He feared Serena Sutton might harm others because of his situation.

"They’ve agreed, Florian, you don’t have to worry. Once the surgery’s done, you’ll recover quickly."

Serena Sutton’s eyes were full of affection, nestled comfortably in his chest.

For Florian, she would do anything; regardless if it hurt others, she simply didn’t care, as long as Florian could survive.

Emotion was evident on Florian’s face, believing she hadn’t lied to him, his eyes glimmering with tears.

"I know you’ve worked hard, Serena. Thank you. Once I’m well, we’ll return to the country, buy a big house, and live our lives together. What do you think?"

He had previously promised to return, but with this illness, flying could lead to incidents. Plus, there were cardiac experts present, so he had to keep delaying.

"Mm, sounds good."

Darkness flickered in Serena Sutton’s eyes. In that case, Eleanor Hollis needed to die even more.

Only if she died could Florian live.

Eleanor Hollis did not yet know that Serena Sutton wanted her heart. This room had no windows, the only door guarded by several people, making it impossible for her to get out.

All sharp objects had been removed from the room, even mirrors, perhaps fearing she would self-harm.

In such a closed, dark space, one’s mental state could easily collapse.

Eleanor huddled by the door, relying on the light seeping through the crack, tightly hugging herself.

What exactly did Serena Sutton plan to do with her? Just keep her locked up like this, apart from a few doctors coming to take blood, nothing else happened.

She sighed, intending to stand, but the door opened.

A few bodyguards bound her and took her outside.

Her mouth was stuffed, preventing her from speaking, able only to watch helplessly as the men forced her into a car.

Soon, the car stopped at a hospital, and she was taken to a glass room.

Eleanor Hollis could clearly see the situation around her, aware that many fair-skinned, blue-eyed foreign doctors were unashamedly scrutinizing her; she was like a laboratory mouse.

Serena Sutton soon approached, engaging in English conversation with a doctor.

Eleanor Hollis leaned against the glass, vaguely hearing their conversation.

Heart? Could it be that Serena Sutton wanted her heart? Without a heart, how could she survive?

She stepped back, her face stark white, yet no one paid her any heed, continuously discussing the surgical plan.

"Let me out!!"

She frantically pounded on the glass door, but no one looked up at her—not even Serena Sutton.

Once the surgical plan was settled, Serena Sutton finally turned her head, glancing at her indifferently.

"Eleanor Hollis, don’t blame me. You’re just too unlucky."

Her expression was cold, ready to leave.

"Is it for your husband? Serena Sutton, if your husband knew about this, would he truly be happy? You’re committing murder, committing a crime!"

Eleanor Hollis remained calm; based on Serena Sutton and the doctor’s conversation, she roughly understood that this woman deeply cared about her husband—otherwise, she wouldn’t have gone to such lengths to bring her from the country.