"It’s okay, I’m about to beco Marcus’s wife, and I’ll also need to call Uncle Grant ’dad’. For the sake of your health, this is what I should do."
The hypocrisy in these smiles and words made her want to vomit.
Upon hearing her words, Matthew Sullivan’s eyes were filled with affection.
Harrison Grant’s smile deepened because of her words.
"Alright, then I won’t refuse. I originally called Marcus back to have the hospital supply the blood, so as not to trouble you. But seeing your devotion, your father would be proud of you."
When her father was ntioned, Evelyn Clayton’s fake smile froze for a mont, and she collected her deanor.
The Grant Family’s private doctor ca to take her for a blood draw, and Evelyn Clayton followed.
The sa needle pierced into her vein.
Her cold brows furrowed slightly as she watched the bright red blood being drawn.
Surprisingly, they stopped after just one bag this ti.
Evelyn Clayton was puzzled, "No more?"
"That’s enough, Miss Clayton."
The doctor took the things away, but happened to encounter Jas Grant, who had brought a foreign doctor with him.
His eagle-like eyes swept over the smaller amount of blood than usual, coldly questioning, "What, has Director Grant’s health recovered so quickly that it’s not needed anymore?"
The private doctor was visibly flustered for a mont, hastily using the excuse of improved condition to walk away.
Jas Grant didn’t care, and quickly walked over to Evelyn Clayton.
Seeing her slender fingers pressing on the spot with a cotton swab where the blood was drawn, he held her hand.
His brows were tinged with coldness, his tone tense: "Why did you co, how are you?"
He originally intended to bring the doctor to inspect Harrison Grant’s illness, but unexpectedly, Evelyn Clayton ca on her own.
Evelyn Clayton softened her voice, retracting her hand.
"I’m fine, don’t worry, don’t let anyone see us."
This is the Grant Family, with spies everywhere, getting caught couldn’t be explained.
"I’m going to find Harrison Grant, you should rest."
"I’ll go with you."
She stood up proactively, determination in her eyes.
Jas Grant’s thin lips tightened; he glanced at her without speaking.
Then he turned and took the foreign doctor to Harrison Grant’s bedroom.
Evelyn Clayton followed behind.
In the private sickroom, as Harrison Grant was getting dressed, Jas Grant directly barged in with the foreign doctor.
"What are you doing?"
Upon seeing those doctors, Harrison Grant’s expression imdiately darkened.
"Checkup!"
Jas Grant ordered coldly, his face expressionless.
The foreign doctor was about to proceed, but Harrison Grant’s face imdiately showed anger: "Get out! Who let you call soone to check randomly!"
Harrison Grant was extrely resistant, and the doctor dared not act rashly.
anwhile, Jas Grant’s face remained cold and terrifying, his deep, dark eyes showed no emotion.
"Everyone out! I want to rest."
Harrison Grant responded strongly.
Seeing this, Evelyn Clayton gently tugged on Jas Grant’s tense hand and whispered, "Let’s go, don’t provoke him."
The person beside her remained quiet, tension persisted.
A few minutes later, a very low yet intensely oppressive voice ca.
"Go."
With a command, Jas Grant turned and walked out, and Evelyn Clayton quickly followed.
As soon as they ca out, they encountered Matthew Sullivan.
Seeing the two of them coming out together, Matthew Sullivan was clearly displeased and was about to speak up to question them.
Fearing he’d say sothing he shouldn’t and further provoke Jas Grant, who was on the verge of rage, Evelyn Clayton quickly held her forehead, squinting her phoenix eyes slightly, putting on a weak appearance.
"I’m heading back first, please look after Uncle Grant, he’s not in a good mood."
After speaking, Evelyn Clayton bypassed Jas Grant and left the Grant Family.
Once she stepped out the Grant Family’s gates, she took out her phone and sent a ssage to Jas Grant, asking him to et her at the apartnt.
She then hailed a cab and returned to the apartnt.
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