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 mistakeCould it beThis 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 grandmaI beg you. I have moneyI have money to treat herAt least

Her voice became low, sobbing, At leastlet 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 grandmais not

hereShe is waiting for me in the ward

turned around and walked toward the ward, but her arm was grabbed by someone.

coat was too thin, making Yvette look like a

to take a look,” Marcus

down, trembling slightly. Anyone who

hold her wrist and took her to the

obedient. She walked even without a sound, and her footsteps were very light as

lowered their heads, and then left.

person was lying on the cold steel bed, with her

her back against the door and paused for a minute before slowly

cloth. Other than her lips being a little pale,

doesn’t look like she has passed

are you

a car to

and

will stay

laid her head on Phoebe’s chest and said in a very soft voice.

respond to me… I beg you. Please respond to me…”

Phoebe still did not wake

out loud.

was not sobbing or

heart was, it would be softened by this voice.

to me… How can you bear

room, but there was no response from Phoebe any longer.

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

going to bring Phoebe

funeral parlor would not arrive there until the next day, even if they set off that evening.

time. She advised Yvette to go to the ward to rest, but Yvette refused and stubbornly sat on the bench in

be closer to

He had no intention of

at him. Her eyes were slightly swollen

Marcus. She said in

you, Mr. Wolseley. I don’t have my phone with me now. Please send me the bill. I will transmit all the expenses to you when I

back then. It was Marcus who had

heard “Mr. Wolseley“, he slowly said, “Don’t

uncle.

is another matter, I will

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

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

selfevident.

that her relationship with Lance is not

did not say anything more and

on the bench in the hospital for

the morning the next day, Yvette went to buy the shroud

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