Evelyn Clayton’s expression stiffened slightly for a moment, but inside, she felt a bit relieved.
It wasn’t Harrison Grant, her psychological burden lightened.
Evelyn lowered her head, staring at her fingertips, her pale lips pressed together, and softly replied with a single word, "Mm."
Her attitude was indifferent, making the atmosphere in the hospital room even more eerie.
James Grant’s dark eyes stared at her cold face, his thin lips pressed into a taut line: "Stay away from him in the future. You have no one to rely on, and if something happens, no one will back you up."
Hearing this, Yara Reagan felt a bit angry, not knowing where the courage came from, she walked straight up to James Grant.
"Director Grant, don’t just talk about others, you still have an engagement. Stop provoking Evelyn, you don’t want to see today’s situation replayed, do you?"
Evelyn interrupted her with a slightly anxious tone.
Seeing Evelyn’s softened heart, Yara gritted her teeth, simply turned her head and left, closing the hospital room door.
Only the two of them were left facing each other, the eerie and silent atmosphere quietly brewing.
James Grant stood by the bed, the lines of his face tense like a chiseled line.
His dark eyes were unfathomable and endless.
Evelyn could never see through what James Grant was thinking.
Neither of them spoke; Yara’s words, however, echoed in his ears, striking his eardrums over and over.
After a moment of silence, a hoarse voice finally broke the oppressive atmosphere.
James Grant’s clenched hands slowly relaxed, the imprints from his fingertips embedded in his palms clearly visible.
He looked up at her: "As for the Grant Family’s affairs, don’t meddle. I’ll get everything sorted out, and tomorrow, you leave the Grant Family and the company."
She was momentarily surprised.
Leaving the Grant Family and the company, did that mean he wanted to dismiss her?
"James Grant, can’t you stop being so stubborn?"
Evelyn’s tone was somewhat angry.
He didn’t ask anything, didn’t say anything, he just came and wanted to dismiss her.
He was always , acting willfully.
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"Evelyn Clayton, your life is what’s most important."
James Grant lowered his eyebrows, his voice deep as he spoke.
He couldn’t keep gambling, the accident was just the beginning.
It wasn’t just Matthew Sullivan; if he continued to investigate, it wouldn’t stop at just Matthew Sullivan making a move.
He couldn’t guarantee her safety, the waters of the Grant Family weren’t as simple as she thought, getting involved was not a good thing.
But Evelyn was unwilling to give up, she had to know the truth about her father’s death.
"James Grant, I don’t need you to manage me, I know what I’m doing!"
Her attitude was firm, but James Grant wouldn’t allow her any refusal.
He couldn’t bear for her to be hurt again.
"I’m not negotiating with you, I’m informing you."
James Grant coldly threw down this sentence, then turned and strode out of the hospital room, ignoring Evelyn’s resistance and shouts.
"James Grant, you’re sick!"
Evelyn was furious, her ears turning red, her hands trembling slightly.
But James Grant walked away, not caring about her at all.
A few days later, the trending topic died down.
Evelyn was discharged from the hospital, she didn’t go home, but rushed to The Grant Group at the first opportunity.
James Grant always meant what he said.
She had worked hard to get into the Grant Family, fought to reach this point, and she couldn’t give up for no reason.
Even if ahead lays a bottomless cliff, a thorn-filled forest that might claim her life.
But for her father, she would never give up.
Evelyn went to the company, only to be stopped by the receptionist.
"Miss Clayton, Director Grant said you can’t enter."