CHAPTER 19: CHAPTER 19: AS LONG AS SHE DOESN’T DEMAND DIVORCE, HE’LL GIVE HER ANY AMOUNT

Not going to make trouble?

He spoke as if she were someone who causes trouble without reason.

"What, am I going to be locked up for not speaking?"

She looked at him, her teeth trembling.

Evan Grant felt a pang in his heart from her words and held her tightly in his arms.

"No more, it will never happen again, I swear."

Juliana Jacobs lowered her eyes, silent.

Evan Grant was frightened by her reaction.

"This was an accident, it’s my fault, but such a big deal of being hit into the sea, why didn’t you tell me?"

"Do you think telling you would turn back time, allowing you to come and save me?"

Juliana Jacobs’s eyes were dull, her whole being as serene as if soulless.

Evan Grant only felt something drifting further away from him.

He wouldn’t allow it!!

"Honey," he forcibly kissed her forehead, refusing to let her retreat, "no one is more important than you."

Believing his words would be the first foolish act in the world.

Seeing that it was time, Juliana Jacobs curled her lips into a fitting smile, "Not even your sister is more important than me?"

Evan Grant closed his eyes, "You both can’t be compared."

Juliana Jacobs nodded, agreeing with his words.

"She has millions in pocket money every month and your care, while I live in fear every day with medicine money that’s just a fraction of hers. I’m not fit to compare with her, and I won’t anymore."

"That’s not what I meant."

Evan Grant wanted to correct her but didn’t know how to point out the inaccuracies in her words.

Because there was a heart-wrenching truth in front of him.

In four years of marriage, the Grant Family, except for transferring money to Rosalind Linton’s account on time as per agreement, never gave Juliana Jacobs a penny more, nor did she ever ask.

She bore the halo of Mrs. Grant, yet lived a simple life beside him.

This should have been something that a husband values, yet he gave that material importance to someone else.

Evan Grant hugged her and, looking at her lowered eyes, felt a pang of sympathy.

"Not giving you pocket money was an oversight, how much would make my wife smile?"

Juliana Jacobs had been waiting for this sentence.

"Fifty million."

She said in one breath and then cautiously asked, "Is it... too much?"

Of course, it wasn’t; the expenditure on Stella Grant was several times this amount over the years.

Evan Grant lacked everything but money.

"Then give me a smile."

Smile, and he would give.

But Juliana Jacobs turned her face away.

"I’m not selling smiles."

Evan Grant, however, hugged her and laughed.

As long as she didn’t demand a divorce, he’d give any amount.

Juliana Jacobs had to wait for the test results before being discharged, and Evan Grant had work and had to return to the company, promising to pick her up later to have dinner at the family house.

Juliana Jacobs didn’t keep him, even feeling a sigh of relief as he left.

This made Evan Grant’s slightly better mood heavy again.

Not long after he left, Juliana Jacobs’s phone rang.

It was a message of received funds.

Fifty million, not a cent less.

Juliana Jacobs didn’t stay idle and got up to change her clothes.

Mrs. Young entered and saw her about to leave, her heart in her mouth.

"Madam, you’re... you’re leaving again?"

"Yes, to see my grandpa."

"But..."

Visiting a friend in the same building didn’t require changing into regular clothes, taking a phone or a bag, right?

But before Mrs. Young could finish, Juliana Jacobs’s figure had already disappeared down the corridor.

"President Grant, Madam left again..." Mrs. Young reported over the phone, "Changed clothes, said she was going to see her grandpa, moving quite fast, in pretty good spirits."

She wasn’t not causing trouble; she had started playing mind games with him.

Evan Grant hung up, feelings unclear.

On the other end, Rosalind Linton was somewhat excited to see Juliana Jacobs again.

"The hospital is urging for the inpatient fee payment, do you still have money? If you can’t even pay the inpatient fee, without Evan Grant, where will you get 1.2 million a month to keep your grandpa alive, and 300,000 a month for the household expenses..."

Juliana Jacobs interrupted her expressionlessly, "Wasn’t there 5,000 in compensation money? Use that first."

Rosalind Linton was shocked by her words, "Are you... are you abandoning us?"

Juliana Jacobs opened her purse and took out a Jade Bracelet to hand to her.

Rosalind Linton glanced at it but didn’t take it.

"It’s so old-fashioned; I can’t wear it out."

"It’s not for you. Sell it and buy decent housing for grandpa."

Juliana Jacobs thought for a moment and added, "Doesn’t have to be large, but must be suitable for the elderly."

Rosalind Linton took the bracelet, took a close look, and saw that the material was good; buying an apartment in a mid-range community wouldn’t be a problem, but for a large flat... a loan would be required.

"Is this enough? The living expenses go to the hospital; if your grandpa comes home, how do we live?"

Ultimately, she still wanted to squeeze more out of Juliana Jacobs.

However, Juliana Jacobs was well aware of the market value of the bracelet.

"Buying the house will leave some money; grandpa’s illness needs money, you should be frugal. You don’t have housing or car loans, no need to raise kids, a regular family can do with a few thousand a month; from now on, I’ll give you 50,000 for living expenses, it should be more than enough."

Rosalind Linton: "..."

50,000?

A visit to the beauty salon eats that up; how is this enough?

"If it’s not enough, you make your own money."

Juliana Jacobs didn’t care about her expression and walked away.

Two hours later, her figure appeared in East Kenton Tech Park.

She inquired all the way, finally seeing the "Aetherflame Dynamics" overhead.

Inside the office hall, papers were everywhere, and those still working looked solemn.

In short, a scene of pre-bankruptcy desolation.

"Mr. Shaw, suppressing the hot search requires money, but we have none; if we don’t suppress it, when the loan companies see the news about Aetherflame Dynamics nearing bankruptcy, they will certainly come to collect the debt, our cash flow is already cut off, what now?"

In the general manager’s office, the secretary stood before the desk, asking the woman sitting in the boss’s chair.

Summer Shaw rubbed her forehead, unable to hide her exhaustion.

"If there’s really no way, then pay everyone their last salary."

"But Aetherflame was your and our dream; we’ve held on until now, unwilling to accept this, still wanting to fight just once more, are you really not going to persist?"

Summer Shaw choked up.

"But no one is willing to invest in our company anymore; though I’m unwilling, I can’t delay everyone’s future, you are all outstanding..."

Click!

The sound of a phone camera interrupted her speech.

Summer Shaw glanced at the doorway and finally noticed Juliana Jacobs leaning against the doorframe, a laid-back demeanor, no one knows how long she had been watching.

"What are you doing here?"

She stood up instantly, full of fighting spirit.

Juliana Jacobs laughed, "Returning the favor, sharing the scene of your near bankruptcy."

Summer Shaw gritted her teeth, forcing a mocking smile.

"Your husband’s mistress is back; aren’t you thinking about how to hold on to your current wealth, rather than having the leisure to focus on my company?"

Juliana Jacobs crossed her arms over her chest, the smile on her lips deepening.

"You’ve focused on me for four years, sending photos to remind me that my husband has a beloved white moonlight and often reminding me in a sarcastic tone in the class group, telling me not to degenerate; you’ve been so good to me. Now that Aetherflame Dynamics’s cash flow is broken, I naturally have to come care for you."

Summer Shaw was rendered speechless, turning pale and then flushed.

She simply refrained from beating around the bush and sat back down in her chair.

"Yes, I’m bankrupt; this is what my failure looks like. Post it on my stories and get your revenge."