CHAPTER 61: CHAPTER 61: MRS. GRANT, IT’S TIME TO FULFILL YOUR PROMISE

At this moment, a few more cars appeared in the distance.

The three of them turned their gaze, and Evan Grant’s cold and handsome face instantly froze over.

Because these were cars from the old mansion.

Old Mrs. Grant got out of the car first, followed by the second person from the back seat, who turned out to be...

"Grandpa!"

Juliana ran over in surprise.

The effect of the acupuncture and medicine was good, and Old Man Linton could walk by himself without assistance.

He patted Juliana’s hand, "I couldn’t contact you for days, and I was extremely anxious. I was going to report it to the police this afternoon, but then..."

He looked at Peter Dawson behind Old Mrs. Grant.

"...Butler Dawson said he knew where you were and would bring you back, but I was not at ease, so I came along with Old Mrs. Grant to find you."

Old Man Linton spoke tactfully.

The truth was, Old Man Linton also saw the online posts "Searching for Mrs. Grant." At the police station’s entrance, Peter Dawson stopped him and said they’d bring her back.

But Old Man Linton no longer trusted the Grants, insisting he accompany them to find Juliana; if they disagreed, he would continue with the police report.

The Grant Family was already in the spotlight, so they had to agree to his request.

"Grandpa, I’m okay." Juliana said.

Old Mrs. Grant noticed the girl was not as warm as before; she didn’t even acknowledge her presence anymore.

"Since you’re fine, get in the car, and I’ll take you back to the city."

"Grandma, I haven’t finished talking with her." Evan Grant said.

Old Man Linton said unhappily, "You’ve been married for four years, and for four years, you’ve made Juliana wear a green hat. She hasn’t wronged you, nor owes the Grant Family a thing! If you’re not getting a divorce, how long do you plan on stalling her?"

"Sir, things are not as you think." Evan Grant replied.

Old Man Linton snorted.

"Whose name was signed on the critical illness consent form? Your wife was in critical condition in the ICU, yet you had the leisure to attend a party with a mistress!"

"Such a big matter and you didn’t inform me, letting her struggle at death’s door all alone. Evan Grant, do you think that because she’s without parents, no one would care if she died?!"

"If you want to do those filthy things with your sister, don’t involve her. If the Grants want to cut off my medication, so be it. I’m not afraid of dying, just hurry up and divorce her!"

The old man was speaking in agitation, his whole body trembling.

"Grandpa, we will divorce, please don’t be upset."

Juliana quickly soothed him.

Stella Windsor couldn’t bear to see Evan Grant being scolded and spoke up, "The old man is already old and still slanders others, you better be careful, if he dies from anger on the spot, my sister-in-law would get a reputation for angering an elder to death."

As soon as the words were said, with a resounding slap, Juliana’s palm once again landed on her face.

"Do you brush your teeth with wastewater? Do you have the right to speak here?"

Stella’s eyes turned red, "Brother, it’s not that I don’t respect the elderly, I do respect the old lady, but what this old man said is too unpleasant."

"I know, this matter has nothing to do with you, don’t speak."

Evan Grant looked at Juliana, his eyes filled with determination.

"My conditions will not change, you have no other choice but to agree."

Juliana raised a stubborn smile at the corner of her lips, "What you say doesn’t count."

After saying that, she supported her grandpa and walked towards the car.

"Juliana!" Evan Grant’s voice was icy, "Have you thought about the consequences of leaving just like this?"

Juliana paused for a moment, not turning back, and helped her grandpa into the old mansion’s car.

The dark undertone in his eyes seemed as if it would destroy her.

Old Mrs. Grant looked at her grandson, "Indecision leads to trouble. If you behave like a lovesick young man, how can you restore the Grant family’s face, how can you restore your own reputation?"

Old Mrs. Grant’s words were undoubtedly pushing him to make a decision.

"Grandma, I know what to do!"

Juliana’s indifferent departure was more brutal than publicly exposing his scandal at the banquet.

Old Mrs. Grant no longer questioned, giving a cold glance at Stella standing beside him.

"You’ve disappointed me enough. Don’t forget what you said, or I’ll take action myself."

These words were both a threat and a reminder.

After sending Juliana and Old Man Linton back to the city, Old Mrs. Grant dropped them off at the city center square.

Avoiding Old Man Linton, Old Mrs. Grant said to Juliana, "No matter how many mistakes Evan made, your action is to destroy the Grant family’s foundation and his years of effort; it’s really undeserving. Was it I who misjudged people in the past, or have you changed?"

Juliana understood the implication in Old Mrs. Grant’s words.

"I’m sorry, Grandma, I haven’t thought things through thoroughly. The Grants helped me when I was at my most difficult time, I have no intention of hurting the Grants, and will not assist others against the Grant Family."

Old Mrs. Grant nodded, "I won’t interfere with your matters anymore, take care of yourself."

Juliana nodded, helping her grandpa get a taxi and leaving.

Peter Dawson stepped forward, "Sir is still reluctant."

Old Mrs. Grant shook her head, a hint of pity crossing her face, "This time, I’m afraid Juliana won’t meet a good end."

Peter Dawson hesitated for a moment, then asked, "Are you really allowing the young master to keep that Miss Windsor by his side?"

"That woman is now eager for me to take action against her. If I really did, she could take the opportunity to feign pity to Evan, effectively bringing them closer, it’s better to turn a blind eye for now..."

Old Mrs. Grant’s smile was deep.

"...wait for an opportune moment, stir the pot a little, and let her reveal her true colors in front of Evan, wouldn’t that be better?"

...

Juliana escorted Old Man Linton back to Celestial Vista.

Rosalind Linton was relieved to see she was safe and insisted on keeping her for dinner before letting her leave.

"Jason Wyatt was sentenced to three years and nine months, now that’s settled, no one in the Wyatt family will have a chance in office in the future, all thanks to..."

"And you want to defend him?" Old Man Linton interrupted her.

"I don’t intend to defend him, things have come to this, it’s better they divorce, but I mean with Evan Grant’s capabilities, he probably doesn’t even need to lift a finger to make Juliana suffer. She’ll have to be cautious in the future."

Juliana did not react to her words, instead, she looked at Old Man Linton and asked a very strategic question.

"Grandpa, it’s been four years since Aidan Linton left, should we ask the police if they’ve found his body?"

"Are you silly," Rosalind Linton interjected, "if they found it, the police would have informed us to identify it long ago. Besides, it’s been washed away by the river for four years..."

At this point, she choked up.

Her pain of losing her son had not lessened over the four years.

Juliana sighed, "His image in my heart is starting to blur."

Rosalind Linton wiped her tears, "Not for me, I even clearly remember what he looked like when he was born, he had a birthmark on his buttock, shaped like a ginkgo leaf, very unique."

"Oh, is there anything else you can’t forget?" Juliana asked.

Rosalind Linton thought for a moment, "My son was very handsome, if he were still alive, the girls chasing after him would line up all the way to Kingsford."

Juliana was dumbfounded.

To verify whether Adrian Langley is Aidan Linton, does that mean she has to check his pants?

After dinner, Juliana left.

Walking through the courtyard garden, she unexpectedly ran into Lily Windsor.

George Grant wasn’t accompanying her.

Lily Windsor had just completed a round of chemotherapy, lost quite a bit of hair, and her face was pale, but she seemed to be in good spirits.

Both parties were surprised to meet there.

Lily Windsor, frightened by Old Mrs. Grant taking back the Grant family property, immediately said, "I’m telling you, this house was personally bought by Evan for my daughter and I to recuperate in, it’s not part of the Grant Family estate, you witch, don’t even think about taking over my house."

Juliana smiled, "It’s considerate of you to tell me that Evan Grant has a separate property here for his mistress. Since he and I are not yet divorced, this house is still marital property, I have the right to kick you out, so you’d better be polite to me."

"You... dare!"

Lily Windsor trembled with rage.

Juliana did not tangle with her, lifted her foot, and left.

Exiting the gate, she was about to call Summer Shaw.

Instead, her phone rang first.

It was Jared Langley’s number.

Juliana was very surprised he managed to get her number.

"Is Mrs. Grant safe?" Jared asked.

"Yes."

"I was the one who spread news of your disappearance, guided your grandpa to report it, and allowed Old Mrs. Grant to intercept and find you, ensuring your safety. Mrs. Grant, the time has come to fulfill your promise."