Summer Monroe clutched the sheets in panic.
But Harrison Grant’s face was stern and wrinkled: "You had her give you a blood transfusion just a few days ago. You know you can’t get injured, what have you been doing every day!"
"It’s your good son! He cut my arm with a knife! I tell you, if you don’t bring Evelyn Clayton’s blood, I’ll bury the entire Grant Family with me!"
At this moment, Summer Monroe seemed to reveal her true nature, gone was the gentle and intellectual persona she showed to the world, her entire face twisted with terror, furiously clutching the sheets, her eyes filled with a madness that bordered on perverse.
Harrison Grant couldn’t help but shiver, panic in his eyes.
Could James Grant have discovered something, then used a knife to intentionally harm Summer Monroe?
"Quick, you can’t stay in the hospital, I’ll send you away!"
Reacting, Harrison Grant became anxious and was about to call to arrange things.
Summer Monroe however, chuckled coldly: "Leave? Nice try! You want to dump me to get rid of me, right? Harrison Grant, I’m not leaving!"
"If you don’t leave, you’ll stay here and wait to die! If James Grant starts to suspect, you can’t compete with him! He’s a madman who will stop at nothing!"
Harrison Grant’s features twisted with anger, while Summer Monroe momentarily swallowed back his words.
Yes, James Grant is a madman.
If he puts all his strength into fighting The Monroe Family, she can’t guarantee The Monroe Family will withstand it.
Summer Monroe had no choice but to follow Harrison Grant’s arrangements and be transferred away.
Harrison Grant found several security guards to protect Summer Monroe, hurriedly left, but happened to see James Grant and Evelyn Clayton in the hospital lobby.
"Quick, quick! Go to the underground parking!"
The main entrance was no longer an option, Harrison Grant immediately instructed the bodyguards to lead Summer Monroe out through the escape route beside the hospital lobby.
After sending Summer Monroe away, Harrison Grant, rattled, took a deep breath to feign calmness, hiding at the escape route, pulling out his phone to send a message.
The phone rang, James Grant took it out to look.
It was a message from Harrison Grant, telling them to return to the Grant Family.
Evelyn Clayton caught a glimpse from the side: "He wants you to go back?"
He put his phone away, glanced at her, his tone suddenly sinking, eyes deep and dark: "It’s just a diversion."
Evelyn Clayton understood the implication in his words.
But after all, Harrison Grant is James Grant’s biological father, she has no right to interfere in their private affairs.
She raised her head, a cold gaze fixated on him, determination in her eyes.
"James Grant, go back. I don’t need you to do anything, even if I’m alone, I’ll go to any lengths to investigate thoroughly, it’s only a matter of time."
At her words, he smiled effortlessly.
This was the real Evelyn Clayton, ready to do anything, needing no help.
Unlike those women he’s seen in the past, always looking for someone to take the fall when something happens.
"Alright, wait for me."
James Grant inserted his hands at his sides, turned, and left.
James Grant returned to the Grant Family.
Harrison Grant’s face was stern and dark, sitting upright on the living room sofa.
As soon as he entered, without greeting, he casually walked over and sat on a nearby sofa.
The sofa was soft, James Grant slumped into it, one leg crossed over the other, toes casually swaying, looking carefree. Latest content published on noveⅼfire.net
"What have you been doing? Company employees say you’re never at the company."
Harrison Grant kept his face composed, staring at him seriously.
Chin slightly raised, James Grant’s eyes indifferent: "Checking on me?"