Rewriting My Heart's Fate

Chapter 102

Jack was furious after listening to what I said. His chest heaved a few times before he finally braced himself against the desk and said, "I'll have Max take you to see your grandmother right now.

"If I hear a word of this anywhere, I promise your grandmother won't live to see tomorrow."

Jack was cunning. On the way to see Grandma, he had Max blindfolded me, making sure I had no chance of knowing where we were headed. The car windows were covered, and with my vision blocked, I had no idea where I was. [1

I didn't know how long he'd been driving when the car finally stopped. Max led me by the arm, guiding me inside. Only then did he remove the blindfold.

"Ms. Wiley, this is the place. I'll wait for you outside. I'll come back in half an hour to take you back," Max said before quickly leaving. The sudden brightness stung my eyes. I instinctively shut them for a moment before slowly reopening them. I looked around and realized I was in what seemed like a villa.

The layout was simple, with rooms arranged in two rows. At the end of the hall, there was just a plain white wall. No one was around, and there was nothing to give away where I was.

but the signal icon in the corner was grayed out, leaving only the clock ticking

entered, and there Grandma was, lying in bed with her eyes closed as if she were just asleep.

her condition had worsened and that she was spending most of her time asleep,

didn't want to

up," I whispered, pressing her hand against my face. "It's me, Eve. Grandma, can you open your eyes

called out to her, I didn't get

her illness.

had gone from being a living, breathing person to a cold headstone. I had always regretted not being able to see her one last time. Now, I could feel the warmth of her hand again and smell her familiar scent. I felt so

had foolishly thought that hiding her in the most dangerous place would be the safest option. I'd believed Jack wouldn't think of using her as leverage against me. The beeping of the machines echoed around me. Looking at her frail face, which was almost just

reminded me, "Ms. Wiley, your time

damp wipe, and carefully cleaned Grandma's hands. "Grandma, be good, okay?

in my first year at the university in Napel now, Grandma-the same one you used to point to on the TV and tell me you