Yolanda entered the hospital room with a skeptical expression, Lola following closely behind her.
On the hospital bed, Jaxon Greenwood’s external injuries had long healed. At this mont, he was gazing out the window. Hearing soone enter, he finally turned his head.
"Dad!" Yolanda choked up the mont she spoke, "You finally woke up?"
Confusion flickered in Jaxon Greenwood’s eyes. He glanced at Yolanda, then at the person behind her. "Who... are you looking for?"
Yolanda felt her heart tighten sharply. She grabbed Jaxon Greenwood’s hand. "Dad, it’s , Yolanda, it’s Yolanda!"
Jaxon Greenwood began to struggle. "Let go of , I don’t know you!"
He shouted toward the hallway outside, "lissa, co quickly! Daddy’s scared—who are these people?"
Yolanda’s legs buckled as if she was about to collapse.
"Yolanda, are you okay?" Lola quickly grabbed Yolanda, her voice trembling, "Yolanda, Uncle Greenwood seems to not recognize us anymore."
"It’s not ’seems,’ he really doesn’t." lissa Greenwood’s voice ca from behind them.
She leaned against the doorfra, arms crossed, unmoved by Jaxon Greenwood’s plea for help. "The doctor said you... may have Alzheir’s disease."
She let out a dismissive chuckle. "It’s basically dentia, and it’s already quite severe."
"How could this happen?" Yolanda held her mouth, hardly believing, gazing heartbreakingly at Jaxon Greenwood, who was still struggling. "Dad, look at carefully. It’s , I’m your daughter Yolanda."
"Let go of , let go of ." Jaxon Greenwood continued to plead with lissa. "lissa, please save ."
Yolanda’s tears stread down uncontrollably.
Ti was when Jaxon Greenwood, though in his fifties, maintained himself so well—he appeared youthful, a distinguished gentleman.
Yet now, Yolanda realized he had begun to resemble an elderly man in his sixties or seventies. His hair had turned white, his face lacked vitality, and his panic-stricken expression was terribly pitiful.
Unable to bear it any longer, she finally released Jaxon Greenwood’s hand and turned to glare fiercely at lissa Greenwood.
Jaxon Greenwood instinctively withdrew further inside, watching Yolanda cautiously.
Yolanda turned to Lola. "Can you watch him for for a mont?"
"Okay." Lola nodded and softly reminded, "Be careful."
Yolanda pivoted and walked out, her expression icy as she passed lissa Greenwood. "Co outside with !"
lissa Greenwood leisurely slumped back into the chair, crossing her legs, clearly in no rush. "What’s this? Does Miss Greenwood have orders for ?"
"lissa Greenwood, do you even have a shred of humanity?" Yolanda was struggling to maintain her composure, lowering her voice. "The man inside was once your father—now he’s like this, and you don’t feel the least bit sorrowful?"
"Ha..." lissa Greenwood stood up abruptly. "Yolanda, let’s be clear—’once’ he was my father. Later, he aligned with his biological daughter—aning you—and tried to drive to my death. Why should I feel sorrow for him?"
Yolanda looked incredulous. "Who said he tried to drive you to your death? When did he ever try to do that?"
"Yolanda, are you still trying to deceive ? Isn’t this getting ridiculous?" lissa Greenwood’s tone grew sharp. "You dare say he didn’t plan to give all the Coldson Family assets to you? That he didn’t want to acknowledge you as his daughter, turning into the unloved, unwanted girl from Third Greenwood’s household?"
Yolanda shook her head in frustration. "lissa Greenwood, you’re insane! A cold-blooded creature without a heart!"
"Of course. You, Yolanda, are heartfelt, noble, ever the saint." lissa Greenwood slouched back in her seat. "Well, go ahead—take him away now."
Yolanda looked at her, aghast.
"What’s the matter? Can’t keep up the act?" lissa Greenwood mocked. "He’s now a fool; with Greenwood Group’s fortune, you won’t get a penny. So, what—you don’t want him anymore?"
She clicked her tongue twice, smirking. "I thought you had more dignity than this. If you don’t want him, fine—since we’re talking about money, I’ll make sure he’s placed in a halfway decent retirent ho to live out his days."
"I’m willing to take him." Yolanda promptly corrected her, "I just didn’t expect you’d relinquish him so easily."
lissa Greenwood’s face hardened. She stood up again, staring directly at Yolanda. "Think this through. From now on, he’s a burden who’ll need care for even his most basic needs. And rember, he doesn’t recognize you. In his mind right now, his daughter is nad lissa."
Yolanda nodded firmly. "I understand. I’m ready to take him ho. When can I take him?"
lissa Greenwood furrowed her brows, reaching out as if to touch Yolanda’s forehead. "Yolanda Greenwood, are you feeling alright?"
"I’m fine." Yolanda brushed her hand away with disdain. "Take Greenwood Group’s assets, take the title of Miss Greenwood—all I want is to take him away."
lissa Greenwood still found it hard to believe. Stroking her chin, she muttered, "You’re not still hoping he’ll regain his senses soday, are you?"
She let out a bitter laugh. "Let tell you—you’re dreaming. The only thing awaiting him is a miserable, undignified death."
"Enough!" Yolanda didn’t want to argue further. She turned and headed back to the hospital room. "Please arrange for his discharge now. I’m taking him away imdiately."
"Crazy!" lissa Greenwood cursed under her breath but still proceeded to make the arrangents.
The fact was, Jaxon Greenwood was going to be a major nuisance. She had no intention of keeping him for even another day, much less caring for him personally.
To her, Yolanda was nothing but a self-righteous lunatic, deluded by a sense of false nobility.
Back in the hospital room, Yolanda apologized to Lola. "Lola, I’m arranging for Dad to be discharged today. I plan to take him ho. But don’t worry..."
"Yolanda, what are you talking about? Our ho is Uncle Greenwood’s ho." Lola cut her off and started packing up Jaxon Greenwood’s belongings. "Uncle Greenwood’s not going anywhere."
"Thank you, Lola." Yolanda was deeply grateful but didn’t intend for Jaxon Greenwood to stay with them long.
She had already purchased another house, planning to relocate Jaxon Greenwood there soon. lissa Greenwood’s decision to abandon him unexpectedly accelerated her plans, and she was relieved.
Once everything was packed, Jaxon Greenwood stubbornly refused to leave with them.
"Let go of , let go of ," the old man struggled fiercely. "I need to find my daughter; I need to find lissa."
"Uncle Greenwood, you rembered wrong. lissa isn’t your daughter. Yolanda is." Lola tried to correct him.
"You’re talking nonsense!" Jaxon Greenwood’s eyes flared with anger. "How could I forget my own daughter? lissa is my daughter."
"Dad, you’re right—lissa is your daughter." Yolanda soothingly clung to Jaxon Greenwood’s arm. "Take a good look at —I’m lissa."
Jaxon Greenwood hesitantly gazed at her. "You... really are lissa?"
"Yolanda!" Lola couldn’t hold back her sobs.
Yolanda motioned for her to stay quiet. So long as they could take her father away peacefully, she was willing to impersonate anyone.
"Co now, Dad, your health is better now. We’re leaving the hospital." She spoke gently. "lissa is taking you ho."
"Alright, ho—with my sweetheart wife." Jaxon Greenwood bead with joy.
But that one sentence caused Yolanda’s tears to fall uncontrollably once again.
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