CHAPTER 23: CHAPTER 23: WHO WOULDN’T LIKE A WOMAN LIKE THAT?

Rosalind Linton suddenly understood why she wanted a divorce.

"Silly girl, you’re the legitimate wife. As long as he gives you spending money, why care how many concubines he takes?"

Juliana withdrew her gaze, raised her eyebrows, "And then? Catch a disease and pass it to you, and you’ll be thrilled to be sick."

Rosalind: "..."

"Blondie’s father wouldn’t just inexplicably give you a cheap house. You better have some backbone. Celestial Vista isn’t for ordinary people to live in, I don’t support Grandpa moving there."

Rosalind blinked her eyes, suddenly laughed loudly, "Juliana, don’t worry, I’ll definitely pass the message to the doctor."

Because of the name "Juliana," Evan Grant stopped in his tracks.

Stella Grant also looked over in their direction.

Rosalind slipped away, leaving Juliana to handle the situation alone.

Perhaps she did it on purpose.

"Sister-in-law."

Stella took the initiative to call her.

Juliana said indifferently, "If you don’t want to, you don’t have to call. There’s no benefit for me; I don’t want to put on fake pleasantries with you."

Stella opened her mouth, but couldn’t say anything.

Evan furrowed his brows.

"Aunt is having a biopsy today, she’ll return to Aldoria after the results come out."

Juliana looked elsewhere.

"Your matters have nothing to do with me. I came to see Grandpa, and I’ve seen him. Goodbye."

She said warmly and was about to leave.

"Juliana!"

Evan’s expression turned cold.

She wasn’t making a fuss, but it felt more troubling than making a huge scene.

Juliana’s steps halted.

She looked back at him with a hint of fear.

Stella quickly grabbed Evan’s arm.

"Brother, this is a hospital, people are coming and going. Uncle is still waiting for you upstairs."

Aside from that trending topic, there were hardly any rumors of discord between the Cortexa Group’s presidential couple.

Stella was intending to remind Evan not to let people see any unpleasantness between the couple in public.

Very sensible, very considerate, who wouldn’t like such a woman?

Juliana glanced at the two’s point of contact and turned to leave.

Stella instinctively let go, "Sorry brother, did sister-in-law misunderstand again?"

Yet Evan’s cold gaze softened a bit.

He realized that she was jealous.

...

After leaving the hospital, Juliana went to Summer Shaw’s place.

"This is your office. If you lack anything, just tell Sadie."

Perhaps fearing she didn’t know, Summer pointed to the receptionist.

"That’s her; you saw her in my office yesterday. You’ll gradually get to know the others."

During the startup phase, Summer was very conscious of cost control, with a total of twenty people in the company, everyone performing multiple roles.

Juliana was also one to get things done, not caring about appearances.

"Do you have a rest area here?" she asked.

Summer frowned, "You just started work five minutes ago, and you already want to rest?"

Juliana said nothing.

The next second, Summer put a set of keys in front of her.

"I work overtime at night, sleeping on the sofa. This place is an industrial park, accommodation isn’t convenient, but I have an apartment nearby if you want to move out from the Grant Family residence, you can stay there."

Juliana didn’t accept, "I won’t stay at your place, find me a place, but I can’t afford extra money now, deduct the rent from my salary."

Summer thought it over, "Okay, when do you need the place?"

"In half a month," Juliana replied.

That would be after her fourth wedding anniversary.

Juliana paused for a moment, then asked, "Do you have a way to delete your travel records from the last time you went to Aldoria?"

She referred to the airline ticket records and the consumption records of appearing at the same restaurant as Evan Grant.

Summer’s eyes flickered, "I’m just an ordinary person, it’s a bit difficult."

Juliana had a plan, "For the sake of your own life, figure it out."

"What exactly are you up to?" Summer was curious.

Juliana’s eyes gleamed, but she didn’t answer.

Summer realized she was planning her divorce step by step.

Trying to distance herself was to protect herself from Evan Grant’s retaliation.

Such a good friend, had she known she would’ve pushed her sooner, maybe they wouldn’t have been apart for four years.

When Juliana entered the laboratory, Summer took out her phone and dialed a number.

The call rang several times before it was answered.

"Very busy, make it short," said the voice on the other end.

"I need a little favor."

...

On her first day at work, Juliana got familiar with everything quickly.

Though she had been away from the lab for four years, she always kept an eye on the field, including every new cutting-edge research report, which she remembered well.

At work, her spirits were up, but once back at Platinum Bay, her head started to throb slightly.

At a glance, she saw the car in the yard, knowing Evan Grant had also returned.

Didn’t he have any social engagements today?

He came home so early.

Walking into the living room, they happened to meet as he came downstairs.

He had just taken a shower, his clothes carried the crisp scent of cedar.

"After dinner, change your clothes and come with me to the hospital."

No extra words, he directly went to the dining room.

Evan Grant was always like this when busy.

But Mrs. Young welcomed her happily, "Madam, how was your first day at work? Are you happy?"

Juliana perked up, "It’s good."

Mrs. Young was delighted, whispering, "To celebrate your first day, I made a few extra dishes, eat more."

Juliana’s heart suddenly warmed.

Unexpectedly, in this cold place, the one who cared was the housekeeper, but her husband...

Sourness was about to surge in her heart, but Juliana suppressed it with sarcasm.

He never loved her, what was she expecting?

In the dining room, Evan Grant was surprised by the spread of dishes.

"Mrs. Young, what’s the occasion today?"

Mrs. Young smiled as she approached.

"Didn’t you say Madam has lost weight recently and asked me to make more tasty dishes to nourish her?"

Evan Grant nodded.

Juliana sat opposite him, eating with her head down.

"Did you apply for the Heart Supplement Needle?" he asked.

Juliana paused, "Is there a problem?"

After asking, she seemed to understand the purpose behind his question.

"I’ll work hard to make money."

In other words, she wasn’t going to ask him for more financial support for the Linton Family.

But Evan chuckled at her words.

"I’m not down to the point where I need my woman to support her family. Today, an expert went to see your grandfather, adjusted his short-term medication, and said the Heart Supplement Needle is his only hope to survive. You don’t need to worry about applying, I’ve asked Ethan Carter to handle it."

Juliana felt a pang of unease.

"I’ve stopped mentioning divorce; can’t you stop using Grandpa’s life as leverage?"

Evan was momentarily stunned, realizing she misunderstood.

"Our own application will be quicker than the hospital process."

But Juliana still wasn’t relieved, "How long will it take at the slowest?"

Evan assumed she was worried about the elder’s health.

He thought for a moment, "It should be done within a week."

A week wouldn’t hinder her divorce plan.

"Thank you, then."

She continued to eat with her head down.

For some reason, her sense of distance suddenly made Evan lose his appetite...

After dinner, with the weather a bit stuffy, Juliana changed into a light apricot cotton-linen outfit and went to the hospital with Evan.

"Lily Windsor has been diagnosed with ovarian cancer, and the surgery is being scheduled. As the younger generation, you should visit her. If you don’t like it, you don’t have to say anything there. Leave it to me."

Juliana heard the warning in his voice, nodded compliantly.

Getting out of the car, Evan took out some conventional gifts from the trunk, and finally a small jewelry bag.

The Tiffany logo was printed on it.

Gifting jewelry to a patient?

Juliana forced herself not to speculate and looked away.