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…”

walked toward the ward, but her arm was

too thin,

take a look,” Marcus said.

dense eyelashes hung down, trembling

along Yvette’s arm to hold her wrist and took her to the morgue.

and her footsteps were very light as if

them in, lowered their heads, and then

the cold steel bed, with her entire body covered in white cloth.

and paused for a

cloth. Other than her lips being a little pale, Phoebe looked very

look like

raised her hopes and smiled bitterly, “Grandma, are you joking with me? Are you blaming me

back to the Dudley’s house? I have already arranged a car

Phoebe’s cold and stiff hands under the

don’t want anything. I will stay with you in the Dudley’s house,

head on Phoebe’s chest and

I beg you. Please respond

not wake up. Yvette held

out loud.

sobbing or choking, but heart–wrenching.

it would be

me… How can you bear to leave me

cry echoed in the room, but there was

—

gone through

to bring Phoebe home.

Phoebe’s hometown. The van arranged by the funeral parlor would not arrive there until the next day, even if they set

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

to be closer to Phoebe.

no intention of passing by today

up at him. Her eyes were slightly swollen because she had

stood up and solemnly bowed to Marcus. She said in an extremely hoarse voice.

I don’t have my phone with me now. Please send me the bill.

Marcus who had his subordinate pay

“Mr. Wolseley“,

uncle.”

this is another matter, I will return the money

appearance was very similar to Lance’s, looking affectionate

surprised. He thought, she knew that but still called me ‘Mr. Wolseley‘. The

self–evident.

relationship with Lance is not

did not say anything more and left.

the hospital

went to buy the shroud for Phoebe, as well as some

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