Rural Belle & Three Heirs by Harper Hall

Chapter 47 You Feed Me Porridge

Seeing Grant in such bad shape, Chloe didn't have time to think. She helped him up and told Mia, "Mia, go downstairs and call 911, quick!"

Then she turned to Grant, "Grantie, I'll help you downstairs. Let's get down and wait for the ambulance."

Grant was really tall, and Chloe was pretty thin, so when when most of his weight was on her, she had to use all her strength to make him as comfortable as possible.

A few minutes later, the ambulance showed up with its siren blaring. Chloe, sweating like crazy, helped Grant to the front door. The paramedics quickly got Grant into the ambulance, ready to take off with the siren still going.

Just then, a nurse yelled at Chloe, who was standing there stunned, "You are his family, right? Get in the car, quick! What are you waiting for? Time is life." Chloe started to say, "I'm not his..."

But before she could finish, the nurse pulled her into the ambulance. Chloe's explanations were useless. She watched the medical team work on Grant, wanting to call Liam and Michael, but the doctors and nurses kept bombarding her with questions.

"Are you the patient's wife?"

"No... I..." Chloe tried to explain nervously, but they didn't listen.

Another guy asked, "When did the pain start? What did he eat before? What did he drink?"

she didn't know? Then she remembered

"He drank alcohol and seemed to be in a bad mood.

your husband ate? You're too careless as a

on Chloe. Chloe was still in the dress she wore to the party

holding her phone, feeling lost. Nurses came up to her with forms to sign and fees to pay. An hour later, the doctor

and he's feeling better. He might need to stay in the hospital tonight. If

was already 11 PM. Chloe wanted to go home and sleep, but seeing Grant lying

fees, medication, and hospital stay cost Chloe over ten thousand dollars. She worked hard for her money and didn't want to waste it. So, she decided to wait for Grant to wake up

Chloe went to

to him

him say he was

husband vomited a lot in the emergency room, so his stomach is empty. If he's feeling hungry now,

in the middle of the night? Where was she supposed to get food at

oatmeal on the kitchen shelf and cooked a small bowl of porridge. She had learned to make it when she was young, worried about Louis's poor health and bad teeth. Her fragrant porridge often earned his praise, comparing her skills to

a

of the IV drip, Grant's condition had improved a lot. When he caught