CHAPTER 79: CHAPTER 79: EVAN GRANT’S REGRET AND KNEELING DOWN

"Evan Grant, do you want her to die?"

Caleb Shaw rushed up from behind, swinging his fist.

But Evan Grant reacted quickly, grabbing his fist in an instant.

In terms of fighting, Caleb Shaw was no match for him.

Caleb Shaw decisively shook off his hand and turned to support Juliana.

"Electric shock injuries can easily lead to delayed death. Why didn’t you go to the hospital immediately? Why did you try to tough it out?"

Juliana lost consciousness and slumped down along the base of the wall.

Caleb Shaw quickly picked her up.

"The ambulance is right at the door; we need to get her to the hospital for emergency care immediately."

Juliana’s arms hung limply at her sides.

The ashen skin and the blackened red scabs under her fingernails pierced deeply into Evan Grant’s eyes.

He grabbed Summer Shaw, "What happened?"

Upon hearing this, Summer Shaw got angry.

She yanked his hand away and grabbed his pristine suit.

"You were the one who let Wayne Paxton take her away at the dinner party. You don’t know what happened? Or did Wayne tell you that taking her egg cells only required electric shocks and no physical contact, so you agreed?"

Evan Grant was too shocked to speak.

Summer Shaw’s eyes were red with rage.

"If it weren’t for you relentlessly blocking our company, would Juliana have disregarded her life to present her life’s work to everyone? You aren’t her husband; you’re a devil!"

Evan Grant ignored her words and turned to leave.

The ambulance wailed all the way to the hospital.

Juliana was directly wheeled into the emergency room for multi-departmental rescue.

Not long after, a doctor came out holding a critical condition notice.

"The patient has internal organ damage and severe abdominal burns, accompanied by vascular and nerve damage. The situation is grim. We need a family member to sign this notice and prepare psychologically. Who is the patient’s family?"

Evan Grant stepped forward and said, "That’s me."

The doctor gave him an incredulous look. She rarely watched business news and didn’t recognize Evan Grant.

"Are you her husband?"

Evan Grant nodded.

The doctor’s tone was somewhat harsh, "Did you cause your wife’s injuries?"

Evan Grant didn’t respond, but his eyes turned slightly red.

"Of course not," Ethan Carter said from the side.

"Your wife has suffered from illegal abuse, and our hospital recommends calling the police."

The doctor handed him the pen.

Evan Grant had never imagined his hand would tremble while signing something one day.

Each stroke of the pen felt like it was piercing his heart deeply.

He suddenly remembered how, in the past, she would come to him with red eyes, asking him to blow on cuts from paper.

He couldn’t imagine how someone so afraid of pain could continue to preserve the will to live and persist in self-rescue under repeated electric shocks and shattered dignity.

The doctor took the signed critical condition notice and told him unemotionally, "Your wife’s endometrium is also damaged. The other party’s methods were extremely malicious. If she cannot bear children in the future... please treat her well."

Evan Grant felt as if he had been choked and couldn’t speak.

At this moment, Caleb Shaw led in a team of professionals in white coats.

"These are top cardiology, neurology, and burn specialists from Kingsford. They will now take over the emergency room."

Ethan Carter was surprised, "We haven’t had time to ask the hospital to organize a medical team yet. How did they come?"

"I don’t know either, but from now on, she’s not alone with you guys anymore."

After saying this, Caleb Shaw led the medical team into the emergency room and then stepped out himself.

Evan Grant still appeared wooden.

Summer Shaw couldn’t take it anymore and rushed up again, pointing at his nose, "To get the Titan Heavy Industries contract, she got drenched in the rain outside a restaurant, while you hugged your mistress delaying time on purpose, letting her get a high fever. The next day, on the golf course, you intensified your torment. She fainted, but you only showed her your departing back."

"She fainted?" Evan Grant frowned, "I... I didn’t know."

Summer Shaw sneered.

"When she was on the mountain top at the hot springs, didn’t you know that after you left, she almost got pushed off a cliff?"

Evan Grant opened his mouth, unable to make a sound.

"Each danger she faced came from you. Yet every time you managed to perfectly miss it! As for that delicate mistress of yours, if she lost a single hair, you’d rush to her side. You say you love Juliana, but every action of yours speaks to a greater love for that shameless woman."

"If Juliana doesn’t divorce you, is she supposed to be tormented to death by you? Evan Grant, go live your damned life cuddling your mistress! Leave Juliana alone, will you?"

Evan Grant fell to his knees as if his soul had been drained. He paid no attention to the expensive suit rubbing against the grime at the edge of the emergency room door.

He mechanically lifted his hand as if to grab something, but only grasped empty air.

Just like these past few years, he believed the marriage was secure in his hands when, in reality, it had long worn away with each inflicted wound.

And today, every word from Summer Shaw turned into a sharp knife, nailing him to the pillar of shame as a "perpetrator," leaving not a shred of room for defense.

"Juliana..." his voice trembled.

"You don’t deserve to call her! Evan Grant, divorcing is the only kind act you can do in this lifetime; don’t let her get hurt because of a scumbag like you anymore."

"Miss Shaw, President Grant is already very upset, please don’t blame him anymore."

Ethan Carter couldn’t bear watching any longer.

He had never seen his boss look so anguished.

"If he knows what it means to be upset..."

Summer Shaw was about to continue, but Caleb Shaw stopped her.

Caleb Shaw shook his head at her. To stab with intent requires precision; a wound that is neither too shallow nor too deep can inflict lasting pain without killing.

At this time, George Grant jogged over, as if searching for something.

Seeing Evan Grant, his eyes lit up.

Just...

"Evan, why are you kneeling on the floor?"

Ethan Carter quickly helped Evan Grant to his feet and asked on his behalf, "Master George, is there something you need?"

"The company is trending online, saying our major investment project took a huge hit. The board is in chaos, and Stella was worried about you. She got hit by a car while going out to find you and is now upstairs receiving treatment. I just heard from a nurse that the top expert team from Kingsford has arrived. I want to ask them to consult for Stella on behalf of the Grant Family immediately."

Before Evan Grant could speak, Summer Shaw scoffed, "What a poetic car accident, and the mistress isn’t even dead."

George Grant flared up instantly, "You ungrateful girl, the Grant and Shaw families have been family friends. Why would you team up with that woman to set Evan up?"

"Tsk," Summer Shaw retorted, "Isn’t Grant family etiquette about biting others and then blaming them for fighting back?"

George Grant raised his hand in anger, and Caleb Shaw stepped forward.

Slap!

George Grant’s slap landed heavily on Caleb Shaw’s shoulder.

"Father..."

Evan Grant spoke, but his tone was heavy.

"The doctors here were saving lives before the expert team came to Kenton. If you truly care about someone, you should be waiting outside the treatment room."

George Grant exclaimed anxiously, "But that’s Stella! If the person inside were going to die, they would’ve died already. What’s the harm in borrowing an expert?"