CHAPTER 235: CHAPTER 235: STAY AND HELP ME TAKE CARE OF HIM

For the past three days, Leona Sheridan either caused a scene at the office or took her frustrations out on the servants at home.

She managed to mention "Juliana Jacobs" at least eight hundred times a day.

Mason Sheridan thought she might have lost her mind.

But the Sheridan Family depended on this marriage to be their cash cow.

He felt disdain in his heart, yet he had no choice but to come up with strategies for her.

"Whether she truly is, still needs to be confirmed. But, sister, I think the urgent task now is to win back your husband’s heart."

"You think I don’t want to? I can’t even see him at home, and at work, he won’t let me in. Discussing divorce, he only allows the lawyer to contact me, and I can’t even meet him. How am I supposed to win his heart?"

Mason pondered, "You still have a son. Even though Jared is still in a coma now, if he knew you were being neglected, he would surely stand up and support you."

Leona was suddenly enlightened by his words.

...

Jared Langley lay in the hospital’s intensive care unit. Although all tests were normal, there were no signs of waking up.

"No, this is absolutely not acceptable. The young master’s current condition is not suitable for movement at all. Forcibly discharging him would be very dangerous!"

The attending doctor spoke urgently, trying to stop her.

"Dangerous? You’ve been treating him for days, and he hasn’t woken up. Staying here for you quacks to treat him, isn’t that dangerous too?"

Leona Sheridan’s voice was harsh, her delicate makeup distorted from agitation.

"I’m his mother! Would I harm him? Moving him to Mercy Hospital will be more beneficial for my son’s recovery. I’ll take responsibility if anything happens!"

"But even transferring requires arranging an ambulance."

The doctor tried to make a final procedural objection.

"Who do you think you are! If you dare speak again, I’ll make sure you never wear that white coat again!"

With that, Leona Sheridan used the authority of Mrs. Langley to forcefully arrange for Jared’s transfer, disregarding all medical procedures.

But her destination wasn’t Mercy Hospital; she moved Jared back to the Langley Residence.

She wasn’t worried at all about her son having an accident; instead, she was smugly thinking: Now that my son is home, I don’t believe Victor Langley won’t obediently return!

At this moment, Victor Langley was with Rosalind Linton at Celestial Vista.

Upon receiving the call, he felt the world go dark. A massive surge of anger and fear nearly knocked him over.

Rosalind quickly supported him, advising, "Now’s not the time to be angry, stay calm. She did this just to get you to come home. Stop venting on me and hurry back to check on him; the child is what matters."

Victor calmed down under her gentle voice, looked at her deeply, and said, "Come home with me."

Rosalind hesitated for a moment, but then grabbed her coat and went with him.

When Victor hurriedly brought Rosalind back to the Langley Residence, Jared had already been placed in a specially prepared room.

Leona wasn’t totally brainless and had instructed people to move some equipment from the hospital.

But due to the rush, they hadn’t yet arranged everything properly, leaving the whole room in disarray.

So she stood at the door like a slave driver monitoring them, urging everyone on.

Before Victor even got close, he heard her sharp and sarcastic voice, instantly feeling a surge of disgust.

"Leona Sheridan, you brought him back regardless of the risk to his life, has your brain rotted?"

Victor no longer considered her his wife and spoke without regard.

Leona spotted Rosalind following behind him and ignored his harsh words, pointing at Rosalind, "Oh, you dare to openly bring this vixen home, if you’re not planning to live this life well, then neither of us will! Nathan..."

"Here." Nathan Chapman answered and quickly came upstairs from below.

"Break this woman’s leg and throw her out for me," ordered Leona Sheridan.

"This place bears the Langley name, don’t you dare!"

Victor shielded Rosalind behind him and stared sharply at Leona.

Nathan scratched his head, awkwardly speaking to Leona, "Madam, I have to listen to Chairman Langley."

Leona was incredulously wide-eyed, "You’re from the Sheridan Family, how can you listen to him?"

Victor sneered and continued, "Letting you out was a mistake. Before the divorce procedures are complete, you’d better behave."

This statement shattered Leona Sheridan’s reason entirely, and she started crying uncontrollably.

"Victor Langley, you’re not human! When you couldn’t have kids, I endured the pains of IVF to give birth to your son! And now, you treat me like this..."

At that moment, the heart monitor beside Jared’s bed emitted a shrill alarm.

Leona’s voice abruptly halted.

In a daze for a moment, she hurried to her son’s bedside.

"Jared, what’s wrong? Jared..."

She called out anxiously, but Jared’s complexion suddenly turned blue and purple, showing signs of respiratory distress.

Victor panicked, "Doctor, where’s the doctor?"

Leona was dumbfounded; she had only concerned herself with moving the equipment from the hospital but forgot to bring along a professional doctor or nurse for her son’s care.

In this critical moment, a slim figure silently maneuvered to the other side of the bed.

Rosalind quickly assessed Jared’s condition, her expression turning serious, "His airway is blocked by phlegm. It must be extracted immediately, or he’ll suffocate."

Having said that, she swiftly scanned the room, noticing a medical kit in the corner.

She hurried over and opened it.

Inside, she took out a bottle of saline solution and an unopened soft catheter.

"We can’t wait for the doctor; we need to suck out the phlegm now."

While speaking, she deftly unscrewed the saline bottle cap, pouring out some liquid, then connected one end of the catheter into the bottle opening to ensure a seal, carefully inserting the other end into Jared’s trachea through the nasal passage.

"You can’t extract phlegm, don’t touch my son!"

Leona rushed to push her away.

But Victor stepped forward swiftly, grabbing Leona’s arm, pulling her away, and slapping her hard.

"You’re about to get our son killed, and you’re still fussing! What else can you do besides ruining everything!"

Leona was slapped to the floor, stunned.

Rosalind wasn’t affected in the least, sealing her lips around the bottle opening and forcefully suctioned.

A few seconds later, the thick phlegm reversed up the catheter, quickly drawing into the bottle.

Jared’s throat emitted a slight "gurgling" sound, his chest steadily settling, with the heart monitor returning to normal.

Victor let out a breath of relief.

"Jared..."

Leona was about to throw herself onto her son’s bed, crying out her grievances, but Victor coldly instructed Nathan, "Do not let her approach the young master. Take her to the storage room and lock her up."

Leona was in utter shock.

"No, I want to stay with my son."

Victor didn’t even look at Leona as she was dragged away, and instead, he gratefully spoke to Rosalind, "Thank you, I never expected you to know this."

Rosalind slowly wiped her hands with a wet tissue, a perfectly placed hint of loss flickering in her eyes.

"I specifically got a nursing license to take good care of my dad, but he still left so quickly."

Victor, moved, held her hand, "Rosalind, you are so kindhearted. Jared can’t be left alone here. You’re the only one I trust. Can you stay and help me take care of him?"

"But..."

Rosalind lowered her eyelids, hiding the depth of delight in her eyes.

Is Juliana’s plan about to succeed?

Could it be going this smoothly?