Chapter 142

Willow sat by Grace’s bed in the ward room, offering her comfort.

“Your uncle employed a plethora of contacts and engaged Lawyer Stewart to secure your aunt’s release from the prosecution. It’s evident that your uncle is very devoted to your aunt.”

“With your aunt’s assistance, it’s highly probable that you’ll wed Joseph! Recently, didn’t he come to the hospital to see you when he had some free time? He spoke to you in a friendly manner. It’s clear that the connection between you two has become more relaxed!”

Willow was happy. She felt that her identity as the mother-in-law of President Sawle Group was also very likely. “You should be more familiar with Joseph’s temperament than me. If he really had a problem with you, why would he come to the hospital to be with you?”

That being said… however, I feel somewhat uneasy”

Grace remembered Joseph’s icy, aloof stare and couldn’t help but feel scared in her soul. “Even though he’s been with me all this time and taken care of me. I just feel like… he’s changed.”

“Okay, don’t get too worked up.”

Joseph’s tall and handsome figure strode in as the door opened.

Grace hastily donned a feeble expression that seemed on the brink of death and cried out with tears in her Joseph…”

eyes.

“Brother

Joseph walked expressionlessly toward her, halting when she reached out her hand as if to touch him.

Grace’s hand froze awkwardly in the air, her pale cheeks flushing red with embarrassment.

“I have to return to the company to take care of some matters. I’ll come to visit you in the evening.” Joseph said in a soft tone, his dark eyes unreadable as he contemplated his thoughts.

“Brother Joseph… I’m sorry…”

Grace was on the verge of tears, and she glanced at him flirtatiously. I’m the one who caused you grief… It’s all my doing…”

“Look after your body well. Don’t overthink it.”

After saying that, Joseph turned and departed the ward room.

Grace tightly clenched the corner of the quilt, wanting to say so much to Joseph, yet he was no longer the same neighborhood brother who doted on and protected her, always obedient to her.

The way he looked at her sometimes caused her to panic.

She winked at Willow quickly, and Willow nodded in response, then quickly followed him.

“That… Mr. Sawle.”

stopped and gave Willow a cold

were around, she was still relatively lucid. When you weren’t here…. She was almost

longing to return to you. If you forsake her, Mr. Sawle… my daughter… will be destitute in

handkerchief to dab

for Grace’s sickness. After all, she was my

turned and

her heart chilled by the impact

words.

was kept

higher-ups to finalize the

plan.

the project team, Stefan was the

issue?” Chloe cocked her head and wedged the phone between her

Stefan? Stefan Stewart?!

group that had been in a heated atmosphere just now held their breaths, not daring to

top-notch big shot whom small fry like them would never have the opportunity to

their entire lives!

Stefan murmured.

young lady was confused.

on! Hurry up and

Chloe frown and draw

so much so that each and every one of them was left so stunned that their eyeballs

rich as a country, and full of talent, could she possibly be troubled by

us to death? Do we still have

with a hint of annoyance, as she rubbed the space between her eyebrows, “I’m in

there’s no use, do you think a

snorted forcefully, “What’s the point of me saying anything else to you?

not?!”

Stefan! You are really great! You want to use your position to pinch me, don’t

you such

today. I have a significant meeting to attend.”

with

reasons

do it on

do you still want to

meeting, everyone was trembling with fear as they concluded, dark clouds of

soon as Chloe returned to the office, she slumped onto the sofa, as if she had been

entered with a cup of coffee and inquired anxiously, “My Lady, is something

cold-hearted old

in securing ten billion-dollar projects. He didn’t even show me an ounce of appreciation, yet he still brought up the blind. date he had

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