"Mom, don’t worry, there’s no poison."
At this mont, Attlee was sitting by the bed, looking at Grace’s face helplessly. "We know you’re mad, and yeah, we ssed up. We shouldn’t have put Rose’s info on that missing persons site, leading to your separation."
Grace, hearing these words, was a bit taken aback. Had sothing unusual happened today? Her son was actually reflecting on his actions. That was a rarity.
"Last ti we visited, we really took to heart what you said."
Attlee looked genuinely remorseful, his head hung low in regret.
Grace had previously ntioned that ever since they put Rose’s info on the missing persons site, the Harris family had hit hard tis, driving away their fortune without even realizing it.
"Rose’s been doing so well in school all these years, and you never even told ."
Hearing this, Grace found it a bit funny and imdiately retorted, "When did I not tell you? Every ti I call you, the minute I start talking about Rose, you lose interest. You’re always ’busy,’ ’in a eting,’ ’doing sothing else.’ Basically, you never want to make ti to hear out."
That was a fact, and Attlee had no retort.
"The rare tis you guys do call , it’s always to borrow money or for so boss’s contact. After giving you the money and the contact info and just starting to fill you in on Rose’s recent situation, you guys are already rushing to hang up!"
"Well, you could’ve texted !"
"Don’t you guys know that from middle school onwards, the school system would automatically send Rose’s howork and monthly exam results to you? Rose got full marks on every test just to gain a bit of your favor!"
This was news to Attlee; he hadn’t realized that Rose had been doing so well in school all these years or that she had been longing for their attention this whole ti.
They really screwed up on this front.
But he had absolutely no clue that the school system sent howork and grades...
Olga, standing off to the side, was looking even more upset. She suddenly rembered that she used to receive texts from the school about Rose’s howork, vocabulary/words to morize, and tests to take!
She was so annoyed by the constant texts that she called the school and gave them a piece of her mind, and the texts stopped.
But Rose didn’t know about this; she thought her parents could see her grades, so she studied hard every day.
"So you also didn’t tell us that Rose is the founder of LY Corp!"
Attlee’s words held a hint of bla.
"You guys don’t even care about your own child, and now you’re blaming ? Rose is still underage; she didn’t want to make you feel inferior to a minor, so she’s always been mindful of your feelings.
These past few years, she’s been helping you guys out behind the scenes. Do you really think the Harris family could be as prosperous as it is today with your level of intelligence?"
Olga was imdiately defensive. "Mom, even though Rosemary is the founder of LY, the Harris family’s success today is clearly due to and Attlee’s hard work over the years."
"Hard work?" Grace scoffed. "Take the recent events as an example; you guys wanted to invest in a few projects. Rose practically spoon-fed you the right paths to take; she practically handed you the money on a silver platter! Yet you guys lost all your capital. Rose had to cover for you with a hundred million dollars!"
Olga and Attlee were both shocked and unable to believe it.
"There’s a lot more where that ca from. That kid truly cares about you guys, but how have you treated her over the years?"
Attlee asked in shock, "Mom, are you for real? Has Rose been doing all this for us for so long?"
"You know damn well. Look at LY; they’re so powerful; why would they collaborate with you? Because of your abilities? Or because you have so special resources?"
Attlee and Olga turned pale at their mother’s words.
"If it wasn’t for all the boneheaded decisions you’ve made over the years and Rose having to clean up your ss, you’d probably be filthy rich by now!"
Though Olga was skeptical, seeing her mother so indignant and considering everything that had happened, including Rosemary’s creation of the huge LY, she started to believe.
Grace, struggling to suppress a fit of coughing, finally said, "You should be thanking her for still being here!"
Attlee and Olga were stunned, looking at her in disbelief.
"Rosemary didn’t do anything! She didn’t know dicine and didn’t pay any bills; why should they thank her?"
Seeing their expressions, Grace chuckled. "You really think you two could afford my stay in this VIP ward?"
This was Hope Hospital. It’s just a regular VIP ward, but they can’t just throw money at it; they need connections!
"Caden Newton is my personal physician, thanks to Rose!"
"Also, I take a dication twice a month, a million dollars a pop, for three consecutive months before surgery can be perford! Rose gave that!"
"You two think paying so hospital bills and visiting once or twice a month is enough to fulfill your duties? Ha."
"Rose and I are not blood-related, but she’s helped us the most! You’re ungrateful, constantly hurting and humiliating her."
Whatever Grace said next, Attlee couldn’t hear. His mind was buzzing.
He suddenly rembered that a while ago, he was afraid Rosemary would keep bothering Grace at the hospital, and he considered transferring Grace to another hospital.
But Caden told him the best dical resources were at Hope Hospital, and if she was transferred, Grace would probably pass away soon.
He asked Caden if there was any other way to save Grace besides staying at Hope Hospital.
Caden said there was a dication only available on the black market for a million dollars a pill that Grace would need to take twice a month for three consecutive months before surgery could be perford.
He was too stingy to pay for it then, but everything Grace said lined up perfectly with what Caden had told him.
If Rosemary hadn’t given Grace those pills, how could Grace possibly know about the black market prices and the cost of the dication? How could she have recovered so well? Her condition once left many doctors clueless.
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