The heavy emphasis fell, James Grant turned and left with large strides, leaving Harrison Grant no chance to catch his breath.
Jasper Grant had been hiding behind the door, and only came out after James had walked away.
He stepped forward to support Harrison’s terrified and limp body.
"Dad, take care of your health, don’t let yourself get sick over big brother’s momentary confusion."
"Cough, cough, cough!"
The blood surged to Harrison’s heart.
"He’s so ungrateful!"
His own son treated him like he was an enemy who wiped out the family.
Harrison fumed with anger and shouted.
Jasper gently comforted him, helping Harrison back to the sofa, with a glint of success in his eyes.
Leaving the Grant Family, James got in the car and slammed the door.
The whole car was filled with a suffocating atmosphere, he took out his phone and called Quentin Hale.
"Take the trending topic down and investigate who did it."
The call ended, and the anger in his heart burned fiercely.
James suddenly raised his hand and slammed the steering wheel, the horn blaring sharply.
After a moment of calm, James regained his composure, started the car, and left the underground parking lot.
At the hospital, media reporters had surrounded the entire hospital, making it impenetrable.
Evelyn Clayton looked out the window and saw the crowd of reporters swarming below.
Her eyelids drooped, and her pale lips clenched tightly.
A voice came from the door, and she retracted her gaze to look over.
Yara Reagan had just dealt with the media and was standing at the door.
Seeing her, Yara’s face showed a twinge of heartache.
"Evelyn, don’t go on . It’s only been a few days, and you’re as good as dead, so dispirited and haggard."
Evelyn’s complexion was ghostly pale and she had become thin.
Her body was as fragile as paper, and the scar on her forehead was especially glaring.
Her voice was also very hoarse, making one feel heartbroken.
Her phone rang unexpectedly; Iris Lockwood had called her.
"I saw the news, heard you were in a car accident, calling to see if you’re dead or not. Still alive, that’s good."
"As you wish, alive." Evelyn retorted defiantly.
On the other side, Iris Lockwood arrogantly raised her chin and crossed her arms: "Seeing as you’re so pitiful, I’ll magnanimously help you."
Evelyn was surprised and raised an eyebrow: "Help me?"
Wasn’t Iris always disliking her, yet now she voluntarily offered to help?
But Iris still remained stubborn.
"Why, can’t I? Others beg me and I don’t agree, this is your good fortune."
Evelyn was amused by her.
Iris had a princess sickness without the life of a princess.
But all things considered, she was much better than Matthew Sullivan.
"Alright, since you said so, help me with one thing."
Evelyn wasn’t pretentious and directly made a request, sending the document Yara had given her to Iris.
"Here’s some information, use your connections and check whether the account listed is under Summer Monroe’s authority."
"Why are you investigating Summer Monroe? Do you have a grudge?"
"You don’t need to worry about the rest, just check."
Evelyn said calmly and hung up the phone.
Seeing this, Yara looked at her with a face full of doubt.
"What’s your relationship with Iris Lockwood? She’s actually offering to help you."
She lowered her eyes, leaned on the hospital bed, her eyelashes trembling slightly: "Nothing, just mutual exploitation."
Upon hearing this, Yara’s mood dropped, and she lowered her head: "It’s all my fault for being useless, unable to help you."
Feeling a tremor in her heart, Evelyn glanced at her and softly comforted. ᴛhis chapter is ᴜpdated by novel-fire.ɴet
"It’s alright, you’ve helped me a lot. I might not have much time to deal with work lately, so help me handle the final arrangements with the Jacobs Family."