Chapter 381

Through the glass, Mila gazed at the elderly woman lying motionless inside the hospital room. Her eyes instantly reddened, and a lump formed in her throat, making it hard to speak.

The doctor was standing by, explaining the patient's condition once more. He spoke in French. Sophie, who had been quietly standing nearby, was just about to offer a translation, but Mila shook her head. "It's all right—I understand."

Her French was excellent.

It was strange, really. Over the past few years, Mila had made plans to travel abroad with Miranda, had all her paperwork ready well in advance, but every time a trip approached, something would come up at work or at home, and the plans would get postponed. This was actually her first time leaving the country.

Despite that, she had always dreamed of exploring the world, so she never slacked off on her language studies. She'd hired plenty of private tutors, learned several languages-and French was her best.

She exchanged a few words with the doctor. At first, she was a little rusty, but after a few sentences, her tongue loosened, and the conversation became fluid. Soon, she understood the essentials.

The patient's overall health was fairly robust, but she'd suffered a sudden cerebral hemorrhage. The bleeding was minor; there was a strong chance she'd wake up. Still, complications could happen. If she remained comatose for too long, she could end up in a persistent vegetative state-or worse: she might not survive at all.

For now, all anyone could do was wait and observe.

Mila forced herself to stay calm and asked the doctor for a set of protective gear.

Only after she was fully suited up did she enter the sterile hospital room. She walked slowly to the bedside and gazed quietly at the unconscious woman's face.

Her skin was pale and deeply lined with the passage of time.

Never before had Mila felt so sharply aware that the guiding light of her life-the woman who had always been bold, decisive, unwavering could be so fragile. Everyone ages, she realized.

her

out in a trembling, fragile

to me? I promise I'll never leave you again. Please, don't scare me like

go to

Mila couldn't stop repeating herself, her voice breaking down, each plea more

slowly sank

of the protective suit, she gently took Aunt Grace's wrinkled hand in hers. She couldn't

her

her head spinning, her breathing ragged and

He quickly donned protective gear, came in, and helped her out of the room. He removed her mask, his voice urgent as he coached her to breathe slowly and steadily until she finally

...

in a high ponytail and dressed in a

nodded, her voice hoarse. "Much better

hit me all at once.

sighing softly. "I've worked with Chairwoman Sutherland for many years. I'm heartbroken,

as her sole designated successor, you have to stay strong. You

Mila nodded.

me up to speed on where things stand

explained: Jade Sutherland was a major figure abroad, with close ties to the royal family and plenty of rivals. For

keeping everything

the hospital is

of this private hospital, there seemed to be security stationed every few steps, each one looking

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