Chapter 187

"But-"

Effie was about to refuse, but her grandmother gently interrupted, "Effie, if you have things to take care of, go ahead. I'm just lying here anyway. If I need anything, I'll call the nurse."

Effie understood

her grandmother only wanted to spare her. She didn't want Effie, newly married into the Etheridge family, to get into any big conflicts with them.

Effie murmured her agreement and hung up.

"Grandma, I'll find someone to stay with you, all right?"

Lyman had already arranged for a nurse, but her grandmother had insisted she could look after herself. The truth was, she just hated the idea of them spending money on her.

People of that generation were always like that. Effie had long since grown used to it.

But this time, her grandmother didn't refuse. She didn't want to make things harder for Effie.

Just as Effie was about to head home, her phone rang. It was Lyman. "Wait for me at the hospital. I'll come pick you up."

"Okay," Effie replied, heading downstairs to wait by the hospital entrance.

Porsche pulled up

down, Effie already knew who

her face away, her expression

slid down-it

headed? Let me give

just impossible. When he had her, he didn't care; now that he'd lost

even be bothered to acknowledge him,

annoyance flickering in his

get in

but now his voice was edged with irritation. It wasn't an invitation-it was a

was she supposed to feel grateful

another car honked behind

Lyman's car and couldn't help the

as he saw her approach, he

hand, leading her to the passenger seat. He opened the door for her, shielding her head so she wouldn't bump it, and after she settled in, he buckled her

did he walk around and get behind the

right in front of Mitchell,

kind of woman who deserved to

done anything like

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