"Grandma!"
Chloe Reed’s voice was hoarse with panic. She caught the old woman, but the montum made her stumble. Walker Grant quickly steadied her, preventing them both from falling.
His expression grew grim. "We need to get your grandmother to the hospital."
He scooped the old woman up into his arms, strode outside to the car, and rushed to the hospital at top speed.
Throughout the drive, Chloe Reed’s face was deathly pale. She clung to her grandmother’s hand, utterly panicked.
Then, she suddenly turned to Walker Grant, her voice trembling as she demanded, "Did you do sothing to my grandmother?!"
Walker Grant’s hands tightened on the steering wheel, his expression taut and grim.
’He never imagined she would think of him this way!’
He pressed his lips into a thin line and said nothing. The atmosphere in the car beca thick with tension.
Chloe Reed was truly panicking.
’Grandma was perfectly fine a mont ago. How could she have suddenly collapsed?’
In her frantic state, it was the only possibility she could grasp.
He remained silent, and she didn’t press him further. There was no point in arguing about it now.
She could only pray, over and over, that her grandmother would be okay.
At the hospital, they rushed her to the ergency room. After the test results ca back, they learned the news: her grandmother had a tumor. A brain tumor.
It was in a dangerous location, already compressing a nerve, which was why she had collapsed.
The surgery was extrely risky. The slightest mistake, and she might not make it off the operating table.
Chloe Reed’s legs gave out, and she nearly collapsed.
Walker Grant caught her arm, supporting her.
He turned to the doctor and asked, "What if we bring in the best neurosurgeon?"
"The probability of success would be higher, but I can’t say for sure by how much. We’ll have to wait until the specialist arrives to make a final determination," the doctor said.
"Fine. I’ll arrange it. You can all hold a consultation then," Walker Grant said in a low voice.
Then, he looked at Chloe Reed. "Sit down for a mont."
Only then did it hit Chloe Reed that she had misjudged him. She lowered her gaze, saying nothing.
Walker Grant watched her sit there, her face pale. She looked so helpless.
"Chloe."
He called out to her.
Chloe Reed’s eyelashes fluttered, but she didn’t speak.
Walker Grant continued, his tone as mild as ever, "You are my wife. I will do everything in my power to save your grandmother. But if we have no relationship anymore..."
He didn’t finish the sentence.
But she understood the unspoken half in an instant.
’If they had no relationship, what reason would he have to save her grandmother?’
’She’s my grandmother, not his.’
Chloe Reed’s pupils constricted. She looked up at him in disbelief.
Her voice was raspy. "Walker Grant, are you using this to threaten ?"
The shock and devastation in her eyes were perfectly clear. The man before her had just shattered every impression she’d ever had of him.
’She couldn’t believe he was this kind of person.’
Walker Grant’s brow furrowed. He leaned down slightly, looking at her pale face. "Chloe, the choice is yours."
Chloe Reed raised her hand and slapped him across the face.
She put all her strength into it. The sound was startlingly sharp, and the imprint of her fingers quickly appeared on his cheek.
Her palm stung, and her entire hand trembled slightly.
"Despicable."
She hissed the word through gritted teeth, then stood up and stord out of the office.
She pulled out her phone and dialed Preston Vance’s number, trying desperately to calm herself down.
"Hello, Chloe."
The call connected, and Preston Vance’s gentle voice ca from the other end.
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