Rural Belle & Three Heirs by Harper Hall

Chapter 47 You FeedPorridge

Seeing Grant in such bad shape, Chloe didn't have tto think. She helped him up and told Mia, "Mia, go

downstairs and call 911, quick!"

Then she turned to Grant, "Grantie, I'll help you downstairs. Let's get down and wait for the ambulance."

Grant was really tall, and Chloe was pretty thin, so when when most of his weight was on her, she had to use all

her strength to make him as comfortable as possible.

A few minutes later, the ambulance showed up with its siren blaring. Chloe, sweating like crazy, helped Grant to

the front door. The paramedics quickly got Grant into the ambulance, ready to take off with the siren still going.

Just then, a nurse yelled at Chloe, who was standing there stunned, "You are his family, right? Get in the car,

quick! What are you waiting for? Tis life." Chloe started to say, "I'm not his..."

But before she could finish, the nurse pulled her into the ambulance. Chloe's explanations were useless. She

watched the medical team work on Grant, wanting to call Liam and Michael, but the doctors and nurses kept

bombarding her with questions.

"Are you the patient's wife?"

"No... I..." Chloe tried to explain nervously, but they didn't listen.

Another guy asked, "When did the pain start? What did he eat before? What did he drink?"

Chloe was overwhelmed. Could she just say she didn't know? Then she remembered Mia mentioning Grant had

been drinking.

She said, "He drank alcohol and seemed to be in a bad mood. | don't know what he ate."

"Oh, you young people... You don't even know what your husband ate? You're too careless as a wife," the doctor

scolded her. Chloe was speechless.

Lying on the emergency bed, Grant didn't seem to want to explain either. He just lay there, his eyes constantly

on Chloe. Chloe was still in the dress she wore to the party with Michael, makeup and all. She looked stunning.

The ambulance soon got to the hospital, and Grant was taken to the emergency room. Chloe sat in the hallway,

holding her phone, feeling lost. Nurses cup to her with forms to sign and fees to pay. An hour later, the

doctor told her Grant's condition had stabilized.

The doctor said, "Madam, the patient had a stomach spasm from drinking too much. We've given him

medication, and he's feeling better. He might need to stay in the hospital tonight. If he's better tomorrow, he can

go home, but he needs to watch his diet and avoid drinking."

After the doctor left, it was already 11 PM. Chloe wanted to go hand sleep, but seeing Grant lying alone on

the hospital bed, she hesitated.

The emergency fees, medication, and hospital stay cost Chloe over ten thousand dollars. She worked hard for

her money and didn't want to waste it. So, she decided to wait for Grant to wake up and get the money back.

With that in mind, Chloe went to the ward.

Grant was already asleep, an IV drip in his arm. She sat in the chair next to him and sent messages to Michael

and Liam: [You two, get to the hospital ASAP. Grant is really sick.]

Just after sending the message, Grant started mumbling. Chloe leaned in and heard him say he was hungry. She

frowned and quickly went to find a nurse to ask what to do.

The nurse told her, "Your husband vomited a lot in the emergency room, so his stomach is empty. If he's feeling

hungry now, you can give him soatmeal porridge. It'll help him regain his strength."

Hearing this, Chloe scratched her head. Grant was really a handful. Not only did he get her mistaken for his wife,

but now he wanted to eat in the middle of the night? Where was she supposed to get food at this hour? Luckily,

the hospital had a night kitchen for patients, but no chef. She had to buy what she needed and cook it herself.

Chloe found a packet of oatmeal on the kitchen shelf and cooked a small bowl of porridge. She had learned to

make it when she was young, worried about Louis's poor health and bad teeth. Her fragrant porridge often

earned his praise, comparing her skills to a top chef's.

After cooking, Chloe put the porridge in a container and brought it to Grant's ward.

Maybe because of the IV drip, Grant's condition had improved a lot. When he caught the scent of the oatmeal

porridge, he opened his eyes.

"Feeling better?" Chloe asked.

He nodded. "Yeah, not in pain anymore, just really hungry."

"I made soatmeal porridge. You should eat a little." Chloe brought the fragrant porridge to Grant.

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"Why?" Chloe asked, confused. Was he being picky even when he was sick? Was the porridge beneath him?

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