CHAPTER 37: CHAPTER 37: MADAM IS STILL ALIVE

Juliana Jacobs was caught off guard, stumbling back after being pushed, her side slamming heavily into the cold metal IV stand, causing her to groan in pain.

At the same time, Stella Grant also moved too aggressively in the struggle, stumbling herself, and her wrist banged against the hard metal rail of the hospital bed with a "thud."

She cried out in pain, tears streaming down her face, "Ah! My hand!"

Evan Grant dashed forward in a single stride, initially intending to check on Juliana Jacobs.

But upon hearing Stella’s cry of pain, he abruptly changed direction and grabbed her hand, "What happened?"

George Grant was even more furious, pushing Juliana Jacobs, who had just steadied herself, to the ground.

"How dare you! Not only do you scare your mother-in-law, but you also dare to lay hands on your sister-in-law? Do you think just because the old lady backs you, you can do whatever you want? Don’t forget, your grandfather’s medication application is just approved; whether you can actually get it is still uncertain!"

Juliana Jacobs hit the floor hard, a sharper pain radiating from her already injured side, but when she looked up and saw the two men desperately protecting the women in their arms, all her pain became a blur.

"Brother, I..."

Stella Grant was about to nobly say she was fine, but Evan Grant suddenly let go of her hand and strode towards Juliana Jacobs.

However, Juliana Jacobs turned over and got up herself as he reached out to her.

She even avoided him when he was about to touch her.

Choosing not to give this man another look, Juliana Jacobs coldly looked toward George Grant.

"I will cooperate with you to the blood extraction room, but you Grant Family cannot be too overbearing. From now on, I, Juliana Jacobs, have no father-in-law or husband. When the day comes that we have nothing left to lose, let’s see who loses more."

In simple terms, that was severing ties.

George Grant wanted to say more, but Juliana Jacobs had already turned and left the ward.

He quickly looked at his son, "Look how you’ve spoiled her."

Evan Grant was expressionless, but his voice was chillingly cold.

"Father, remember the price of using Isaac Grant to threaten me today. You only see Lily Windsor; isn’t Juliana Jacobs my most cherished too? Don’t wait for the day I no longer value this father-son bond..."

There was no need to finish the sentence; just by glancing at Stella Grant, George Grant understood.

George Grant’s face changed dramatically; he wanted to say something to ease the situation, but his son had already turned and left, leaving behind a bone-chilling coldness in the room.

Stella Grant hung her head low, her eyes turbulent beneath her lashes.

Blood extraction room.

Chase Miller told the nurse, "Draw 500cc from her."

The nurse was a bit startled, "You want to draw that much from a lady too?"

Chase Miller glanced at the bodyguards at the blood extraction room’s entrance, "It’s a request from the patient’s family."

The nurse seemed to understand his helplessness and began tying the rubber tubing on Juliana Jacobs.

At this point, Juliana Jacobs took out her ID card and asked, "Don’t you record information?"

"Oh, right."

The nurse quickly picked up her ID card and checked it in the computer.

In less than a minute, she handed the ID card back with both hands.

"I’m sorry, ma’am, you can’t donate blood."

Chase Miller was a bit surprised, "Why can’t she?"

The nurse pointed to the screen, "Dr. Shaw specifically noted that this lady had major surgery and cannot donate blood within a year."

Chase Miller was momentarily speechless.

Caleb Shaw had actually done something humane.

Juliana Jacobs put away her ID card and stood up.

Her waist was still injured, and she nearly lost her balance.

Once she steadied herself, holding her waist, she looked at Chase Miller.

"I’m trying to stop Dr. Miller from making a mistake, can’t you see that?"

Chase Miller suddenly felt choked up.

Juliana Jacobs smiled, appearing as if she knew the truth but didn’t plan to pursue it.

"You are a good doctor and surely have a brighter future. It’s not easy to study medicine for eight years; you should be cautious, don’t you think?"

Chase Miller was visibly uneasy.

Juliana Jacobs had seen Lily Windsor’s hospital card in the ward; her attending physician was this Chase Miller.

To strip Lily Windsor of her wealth and prosperity, she had to start with him.

"You... you may leave; I will tell them you’re not suitable for blood donation," Chase Miller said.

"Thank you."

Juliana Jacobs was congenial, not giving him any pressure.

After leaving the blood extraction room, she soon encountered Caleb Shaw.

Both were somewhat surprised.

"Dr. Shaw, working night shifts?" Juliana Jacobs initiated the conversation.

Caleb Shaw nodded, showing concern, "Why are you at the hospital so late?"

Juliana Jacobs smiled, her eyes calm as if devoid of life.

"Evan Grant asked me to draw blood for his stepmother, but luckily you left a note, thank you."

As soon as she finished speaking, a familiar face flashed by.

Juliana Jacobs looked at the man passing across, realizing who he was only after seeing his back.

He was Liang... Remembering she hadn’t thanked him twice, Juliana Jacobs ignored the stormy look on Caleb Shaw’s face and chased outside the hospital.

Evan Grant saw her supporting her waist, intending to follow her, but Caleb Shaw grabbed his collar.

"Didn’t I tell you about her condition? Just because she can walk and jump now doesn’t mean she’s recovered! Do you want her life by making her draw blood now?"

Evan Grant watched his furious gestures, his gaze deep, "My wife doesn’t need your concern."

Caleb Shaw let go, but his voice remained firm, "Save your fake compassion, if you really want to change wives, just divorce her, there’s no need to torture her like this."

"Caleb Shaw!" Evan Grant’s face finally darkened, "Between brothers, there’s no need for understanding, only a need for stance!"

Caleb Shaw’s temples bulged, "Go ahead and ruin her, Evan Grant, you’ll end up crying one day."

Juliana Jacobs, clutching her waist, chased outside the hospital, but the man had already gotten into a car, leaving only the taillights disappearing slowly.

In the car, the assistant glanced back.

"Sir, it’s the woman you saved twice."

The man leaned against the car window, the orange street lights casting a dark golden hue over his features, his eyes icy as snow-chilled springs when he lifted them slightly.

"Which woman?"

The assistant withdrew his gaze, adjusted his posture, and got back on topic.

"This is the third hospital we’ve looked into. If I may be frank, since the specimen appeared at Hospital 547, our investigation should focus on Hospital 547. As for why Madam sent the specimen to find relatives but left false contact information, it’s worth investigating. It’s like finding a needle in a haystack; it’s too taxing for you, and I don’t recommend this approach."

"The surveillance is covered, the contact details don’t exist, no clues at all, tell me how to investigate accurately?"

The man’s voice was deep, with a hint of weary hoarseness at the end.

Indeed, for now, the only hope was that the other party would fall ill soon, go not only to Hospital 547 but also to other hospitals, leaving a blood trail.

However, this hope was also slim.

But the assistant’s tone softened, "For years, we’ve scoured every orphanage in nearby cities without finding clues, but now the DNA appears, proving madam is alive, this is a turning point. As long as we persist, we will find her!"

The man touched the ring on his ring finger, looked out the car window, the moving lights casting a profound shadow along his brow and nose.

Juliana Jacobs panted, struggling to stand straight because of her waist pain.

Just as she planned to hail a cab, someone called after her.

"Mrs. Grant..."

Chase Miller caught up, handing her a tube of blood circulation ointment.

"...This is for you."

Juliana Jacobs took the ointment, her face showing a slight smile.

"Dr. Miller, too kind, you uphold the Hippocratic oath, isn’t there something you’d like to say to me?"

Such as whether Lily Windsor’s illness is real or not.