NovelEnglishChapter 662 Contracted HIV The room was thick with tension, and Amanda felt an unsettling instinct gnawing at her gut. "Why is everyone so quiet? Speak up, will you?" She thought, "Just a few days without seeing Chloe, and now Chloe is nowhere to be found?" When no one replied, Amanda pointed an accusing finger at Michael. "You! Where's my sister?" Russell, his face twisted with anger, was on the verge of exploding. Just then, Michael finally spoke up, "Chloe's at home, resting upstairs." It was mid-afternoon, around three or four o'clock, and at this hour, even if she was taking a nap, she should have been awake by now.
Given that Chloe wasn't one to sleep at this time, Amanda's suspicion only deepened.
"Russell, chill out! Chloe's upstairs, and I didn't lose your granddaughter. Why are you scowling like that?" Admas hadn't seen Russell in a long time. They'd been friends since their youth, so why was he blowing up now? "Just letsee my granddaughter, and I won't be angry anymore," Russell snapped, refusing to look at Michael since he walked in.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtHe thought, "That punk treated Chloe so poorly before. What good is it now? The best thing he can do is stay away from her." "Amanda, Sir Miller, there's something I need to tell you." Michael hesitated, weighing the gravity of his words.
He decided it was tto break the news about Chloe's situation.
For one, they were Chloe's family, and she wouldn't mind them knowing.
For another, more heads could help figure out how to handle this and how to support Chloe.
As soon as Amanda heard Michael's tone, alarm bells went off in her head.
She braced herself for whatever was coming next.
"Chloe might have... contracted HIV." Michael couldn't recall how many times he'd repeated those words today, but each utterance felt like a fresh stab to his heart. "What?" Amanda blinked in disbelief, staring at Michael as if he'd just spoken a foreign language.
Russell's previously calm demeanor morphed into shock.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmThis was serious business.
Michael pressed his lips together and repeated the news, his heart heavy.
As soon as he finished, Russell's hand flew out, slapping Michael across the face. "What the hell? This is how you protect my granddaughter?" Admas felt for his grandson but knew that defending Michael would only fuel Russell's anger.
Michael's face turned to the side, a cut opening up on his lip, blood trickling down.
"Is this how you protect my granddaughter? She suffers when she's with you! Amanda, go upstairs and bring Chloe down. We're leaving!".
Russell shot up, his rage palpable.
Michael tried to interject, "Sir Miller, this situation is a..." "Enough! I don't want to hear another word from you. If you don't want a second slap, get out of my sight!"
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