Chapter 210
Chapter 210:
Her lips tightened, her gaze sharp and unyielding as it fixed on Yelena.
Bella exhaled slowly, forcing herself to calm down before descending the stairs.
“Mom, you’re back! I missed you!” Bella said, her voice light and cheerful as she approached. When she finally stepped into view, her demeanor was completely transformed.
Donna glanced up and smiled. “Oh, Bella, come here! I brought something for you too,” she said, gesturing toward the pile of gifts. But the warmth that had poured so easily toward Yelena was noticeably absent from her tone.
Bella hesitated, her smile faltering for the briefest moment before she masked it again. Inside, though, her resentment simmered.
At the private hospital, the air was thick with the hum of quiet urgency as Dwight Bowen and his butler arrived. They had just settled in when the doors burst open, and John stormed in, his expression a cocktail of worry, relief, and sheer exasperation.
For a fleeting moment, he had dismissed the butler’s frantic call as a scam, but seeing his grandfather in person wiped away all doubt.
“Grandpa!” John’s voice carried a mix of disbelief and frustration. “When did you get here in Eighfast? And why on earth didn’t you tell me p>
Dwight, ever the contrarian, folded his arms across his chest and jutted his chin forward. “I’m perfectly capable of traveling on my own, thank you very much.” Everyone seemed to treat him like he was some kind of prisoner these days.
Despite knowing full well of their concern, he felt suffocated as if the walls of his life were closing in. With time slipping through his fingers, he yearned to break free and travel around.
John ran a hand through his hair, his patience hanging by a thread. “Grandpa, it’s not about whether you can. It’s about whether you should. You could’ve called me—just a quick heads-up. What if something had gone wrong p>
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Dwight raised an eyebrow and scoffed. “But it didn’t, did it? I’m standing right here. So stop fussing over nothing p>
The butler, who had been quietly observing, finally spoke up, his voice gentle but firm. “With all due respect, sir, perhaps your grandson has a point. Today’s events were unsettling p>
If Dwight had pulled another one of his impromptu escapades, the butler suspected he’d be the next patient admitted.
Dwight groaned loudly, throwing his hands in the air like a petulant child. “Fine, fine. You’re both insufferable,” he grumbled, his tone thick with mock indignation.
John sighed, the sound tinged with resignation. “Alright, Grandpa. Wherever you want to go, I’ll take you. Just say the word p>
Dwight’s face softened for a moment before the weight of his thoughts returned. “Then start by finding that young lady. If it weren’t for her, I might not be standing here today p>
The words hung heavy in the air. Even now, the memory of his near collapse sent a shiver through him.
The searing pain, the helplessness—it had been a brush with mortality he wasn’t eager to relive.
“What? What are you talking about? What happened?” John asked, his usual composed tone edged with concern.
The butler stepped in, recounting the event in vivid detail, painting a picture that left John frozen in place.