CHAPTER 51: CHAPTER 51: SOME GRIEVANCES ARE ETCHED INTO THE BONES

Juliana woke up again, and it was already evening.

Ethan Carter’s voice came from the door.

"President Grant, you actually know that Lily Windsor tampered with the samples, but the first test result indeed left nothing to say, causing your wife to suffer this time. Fortunately, you contacted Mr. Zane, and the truth could be easily uncovered in the second test. When your wife wakes up, explain it to her well."

There was no sound from Evan Grant, but instead, Old Mrs. Grant snorted.

"You can weigh the pros and cons and strategize, but can Juliana? The truth will be revealed eventually, but the more needles she endures, the colder her heart grows. Some grievances are etched in the bones."

Evan Grant did not respond to Old Mrs. Grant, but after a moment of silence, he asked Chase Miller.

"What about her current condition? Will there still be any danger?"

Perhaps feeling guilty towards Juliana, Chase Miller’s voice was very soft.

"Master George couldn’t determine what drug was used, but I can guess a bit. Although her whole body’s blood has been cleansed, the damage caused to the body needs careful recuperation, otherwise, there will be sequelae."

"What kind of sequelae?" Old Mrs. Grant asked.

Chase Miller paused, "It’s hard to say, it might trigger organic disease."

Juliana started coughing violently because of his words.

"Juliana..."

Evan Grant rushed into the ward, holding her hand.

Juliana, however, recoiled as if touched by electricity.

"You... don’t touch me!"

Evan Grant’s body stiffened.

Old Mrs. Grant pushed her grandson aside, walked to the bedside, and held Juliana’s hand.

"Juliana, you suffered a lot this time, and grandma will definitely stand up for you."

Juliana’s throat was dry.

Chase Miller raised the bed and gave her some water.

"Should I say thank you to you, Dr. Miller?"

Chase Miller’s eyes flickered, "Of course not, saving lives is a doctor’s duty."

Juliana looked at him without speaking.

Chase Miller felt pressured and stood behind Evan Grant.

Only then did Juliana look away.

Evan Grant’s gaze instantly turned cold.

Old Mrs. Grant signaled to the butler, and Peter Dawson immediately took out a document.

"These are the real estates and jewelry returned by Lily Windsor, now all transferred under your name."

Seeing Juliana not moving, Old Mrs. Grant added, "Once these things are in your name, they will forever be yours, no matter what happens in the future, it won’t change."

Upon hearing Old Mrs. Grant’s words, Juliana finally picked up the pen and signed the agreement.

This was the compensation she deserved, and she accepted it with peace of mind.

Evan Grant watched her sign her name, his eyes darkening.

Old Mrs. Grant thought there was still hope for the two of them, so she looked at her grandson unhappily.

"Your wife suffered so much, don’t you have anything to say? Let me tell you, if Juliana doesn’t forgive you, I’ll kick you out as well and don’t want a grandson like you."

Juliana understood Old Mrs. Grant too well; outwardly speaking up for her, yet every word was paving the way for the two of them.

Sure enough, the next second, Old Mrs. Grant patted her hand again, "But my dear granddaughter-in-law, there’s no overnight grudge between husband and wife, as long as he knows he was wrong, promises to protect you well in the future, you should forgive him."

But could the issues between her and Evan Grant be resolved simply with "I’m sorry, I forgive you"?

Before she could speak, Evan Grant said, "Juliana, this time..."

Juliana calmly interrupted him, "I don’t want to see you, nor hear your voice. Let’s separate."

The air suddenly froze, and Evan Grant’s face instantly turned cold.

"Fine as well," Old Mrs. Grant broke the silence, "After Juliana is discharged, come stay at the old house for a few days, and grandma will take good care of you to recover."

Juliana caught the hints of calculation in the old lady’s words, remembering that their wedding anniversary was approaching, she held back and nodded.

Old Mrs. Grant was very pleased and said to Evan Grant, "These days, unless necessary, don’t bother your wife. Reflect well, and come to the old house to find her when you sort things out."

Evan Grant could tell that Old Mrs. Grant was giving him a chance.

He nodded, then looked at Juliana, "Don’t worry about the fourth-anniversary dinner, I’ll arrange it properly."

Juliana did not respond to him, directing her gaze elsewhere.

After staying in the hospital for a few days, she was taken back to the old house by the butler.

Every day she was nourished with fish maw and bird’s nest, living a few peaceful days.

Seeing the days to freedom getting closer, she felt better.

In the evening, the butler as usual brewed the Tea of the River Goddess that she loved in The West Flower Hall.

Juliana, wearing a simple long dress, held a book and sat down on the chaise longue.

She turned over a couple of pages and noticed the butler hadn’t left, she asked, "Uncle Dawson, anything the matter?"

Peter Dawson smiled and said, "Young madam, your dress has arrived. Would you like to try it on?"

Juliana wasn’t interested, "Just leave it there."

Peter Dawson said, "But tomorrow is your and President Grant’s fourth wedding anniversary dinner, and all the socialites of Kenton will be attending."

"Is it important?"

Juliana turned a page, her demeanor calm.

Peter Dawson paused for a moment and then left.

Not long after, someone else arrived at The West Flower Hall, standing there without speaking for a long time.

Juliana drank half a cup of the Tea of the River Goddess before she looked up and met Evan Grant’s expressionless gaze.

She put down the teacup, her eyes returning to the book.

"You’ve lost a bit of weight, shouldn’t you try out the dress to see if it fits?"

"I didn’t just lose weight these past few days; didn’t you notice before?"

Evan Grant laughed at her words.

He approached her and pulled out a small jewelry box.

Inside was a ring identical in design to their wedding ring.

This was already the second replica.

Juliana found it especially ironic.

"The original is already buried at sea; can an identical one really replace it?"

"Many guests will be coming tomorrow night."

"So I should sensibly wear it?"

Evan Grant’s expression darkened slightly.

"Juliana, what’s happened has passed..."

Juliana interrupted him, "It’s unreasonable for you to lightly brush over my pain."

Evan Grant took a deep breath, as if trying to suppress some emotion.

"That’s not what I mean."

"Then what do you mean? Lily Windsor owes me an apology, what right do you have to say it’s not necessary? Because you control everything from the sidelines, never getting hurt yourself. And I, am just a carefully prepared sacrifice."

"Juliana!"

Evan Grant sat next to her, the distance between them suddenly narrowing.

He was much taller than her and looking down at her brought a sense of pressure.

"Being Mrs. Grant isn’t easy, I’ll help you adapt, but you also need to learn to stand in my shoes and weigh my interests."

Juliana curled her lips in a mocking smile.

"When I needed you, you always ran to Stella Grant first. How can you demand that I consider things from your perspective?"

"Evan Grant, convince your grandma to let you marry your sister. We’re not suited for each other."

Evan Grant felt she was being unreasonable and explaining further would be futile.

He then reached out, wrapped an arm around her waist, pulling her close.

"Being the wife of the CEO of the Grant Group isn’t something you can just step down from or give up as you wish. I’m not agreeing to the divorce, so you’d better give up that idea."

Juliana was very uncomfortable with being held closely. She tried pushing him away but couldn’t.

Evan Grant smelled the sweet fragrance intermingling with the Tea of the River Goddess from her mouth, feeling it had been a while since they were this close, he became somewhat restless.

Just then, his phone rang; it was Ethan Carter calling.

"President Grant, Miss Grant has self-harmed, she’s been restrained but needs you to come over."

Evan Grant held back, suppressing the surge of vexation in his heart, unexpectedly kissed Juliana’s face, then released her.

"Behave well and put the ring on. At tomorrow night’s banquet, I’ve prepared a surprise for you, and I’ll personally put it on you."

After the man finished speaking, he hurriedly left.

Juliana disdainfully wiped the spot he kissed, grabbed her teacup, and threw it at The West Flower Hall’s door.

Was he going to put on her the necklace Stella Grant used?

She didn’t want secondhand goods!

She picked up her phone and sent a message: "Has the luggage been sent over?"

Summer Shaw replied instantly, "The day you left Platinum Bay, I had the courier pick it up. Your new place is already set up, waiting for you to move in."

Juliana finally felt a bit happy.

Evan Grant, just wait for the surprise I’ve prepared for you.