Secretary’s Secret Lover by Zayla Quinn

Chapter 79

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 79 Phoebe Passed Away

Phoebe was pushed into the emergency room.

Yvette was stiff all over. She did not know what to do.

Marcus took off his coat and put it on Yvette. He looked at her and asked, “Is it okay to walk?”

Yvette’s face was so pale that it was almost transparent as if she would faint at any time. But she clung to the edge of the bed and stood up with a strong mind.

Her eyes were very bright, but at this moment, the light was blank.

“Thank you,” Yvette softly thanked.

Yvette thanked Marcus for saving some dignity of her grandmother.

After a while, Yvette walked out step by step.

It seemed that a century had passed.

The doctor in a white coat came out. He bowed to Yvette and calmly said.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

His deep voice was like a curse of fate, echoing in the empty and cold corridor. Yvette seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and took a step backward.

Yvette grabbed the doctor’s arm helplessly and shook her head. “Doctor, could it be wrong…”

Yvette wondered, it was nothing that serious.

The doctor said that Grandma didn’t have much time to live. However, he didn’t say that she would die now.

“Doctor, you made a mistake… Could it be… This morning, my grandma told me that she wanted to eat her favorite cheesecake. She hasn’t even eaten it yet. Why would she die…”

Yvette suddenly fell on her knees, grabbed the doctor’s arm, choked with sobs, and said, “Please try your best to save my grandma… I beg you. I have money… I have money to treat her… At least…”

Her voice became low, sobbing, “At least… let my grandma have a bite of a cheesecake before she died…”

How could her grandmother die on an empty stomach?

Yvette’s hands trembled violently, and she was a bit out of her mind. The nurse beside her quickly came up to

support her arm.

“Miss, sorry for your loss. We can understand your feelings. However, please calm down. You’ll have to see your grandma one last time.”

Yvette was not willing to go. Her red eyes were empty as if she was possessed. She said, “My grandma… is not

here… She is waiting for me in the ward…”

toward the ward, but her arm

the coat was too thin, making

a look,”

had been read, her long dense eyelashes hung down, trembling slightly.

arm to hold her wrist and took her to the morgue.

the way, Yvette was obedient. She walked even without a sound, and her footsteps were very light as if she

in, lowered their

lying on the cold steel bed,

and paused for a minute before slowly stepping forward.

being a little

like she has

bitterly, “Grandma, are you joking with me? Are you

to the Dudley’s house? I have already arranged a car to pick you up. Get up, we can go

face was still serene. Yvette held Phoebe’s cold and stiff hands

will stay with you in the Dudley’s

and said in a very soft voice.

beg you. Please respond

Phoebe still did not wake up. Yvette held Phoebe’s neck tightly and finally cried

out loud.

or

was, it

can you bear

in the room, but there was no

—

been sitting in the corridor of the hospital. She had gone through the report procedure with the hospital and

was going to bring Phoebe home.

was about 370 miles back to Phoebe’s hometown. The van arranged by the funeral parlor would not arrive there until

the time. She advised Yvette to go to the ward to rest, but

be

Yvette. He had no intention of passing

looked up at him. Her eyes were slightly swollen because she had been crying for

Marcus. She

phone with me now. Please send me the

Marcus who

heard “Mr. Wolseley“, he slowly said, “Don’t mention it. I’m

uncle.”

is another matter, I will return the money to you.”

was very similar to Lance’s, looking affectionate and fickle, which was a

thought, she knew that but still called me ‘Mr. Wolseley‘. The meaning was

self–evident.

that her relationship with

say anything more and left.

the bench in the hospital for the whole

to buy the shroud for Phoebe,

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