The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife

Chapter 128

Grace didn’t spare a glance at the fallen Edgar on the ground. Instead, she warned Yvonne in a cold

voice.

“Yvonne, this is the last time! Go back and take care of Mia. From now on, if you two don’t behave, I’ll

hold your precious son responsible for all the consequences! You can try and see how long your son,

with his current physical condition, can endure your torment!”

“No! It won’t happen again! I absolutely won’t let it happen again!” Yvonne’s face turned pale as she

shook her head continuously.

Seeing that her momentum had indeed diminished significantly, Grace instructed Seventeen to escort

Yvonne back to the old residence.

After Yvonne left, Eleven hurriedly went to check Edgar’s condition. “Miss, Mr. Fallen has fainted! His

breathing is getting weaker!”

What? Breathing getting weaker?

Grace’s eyes trembled. “Quick! Fifteen, go and call the doctor!”

“Alright! I’ll go right away!”

Upon receiving the command. Fifteen immediately rushed out of the door.

Grace then instructed Eleven and Eighteen to help Edgar back to the room and put a hot water bottle to

warm his body. Thinking about the freezing cold water that was poured on him and looking at the

helpless Eighteen by her side, Grace became extremely angry.

“Eighteen, you’re suspended for a year, and half of your salary will be deducted! Get out!”

Eighteen wanted to plead, but Eleven signaled him with his eyes, telling him not to make matters

worse.

Grace ignored him and focused on observing Edgar’s condition. Despite using the hot water bottle.

Edgar’s body was still icy cold, and his face was pale without a trace of color, as if his life was gradually

slipping away,

“Why hasn’t Fifteen come back yet?”

Grace checked Edgar’s breathing, which was truly feeble. If they continued to wait, by the time Fifteen

returned, she feared that he might have already passed away!

She lifted the blanket and helped the person on the bed sit up, while Eleven rushed forward to assist.

“Eighteen, come and carry him downstairs. Eleven, go bring the car out. We’re going to the hospital!”

“Yes, Miss!”

Eighteen, who had just reached the door, instantly became energized. He immediately carried Edgar

on his back, while Grace supported from behind to prevent Edgar from falling.

After placing him in the back seat of the car, Eleven quickly started the engine and drove off. Eighteen

sat in the passenger seat, while Grace sat in the back seat with Edgar’s head resting on her lap.

Edgar lay peacefully in her embrace. She touched his pale face, which had almost no warmth. If she

didn’t know that he still had a faint breath, she would have thought that he was already dead.

“Edgar, you’re not allowed to die! As long as your debt is not fully paid, you’ll owe me forever! If you

dare to die, I’ll bury the entire Fallen family with you!”

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She practically shouted these words!

Eleven and Eighteen in front trembled in fear. Truly provoking her would lead to her doing such ruthless

things.

Edgar, lying on her lap, seemed to have heard her words. He suddenly coughed violently, a cough that

tore at the heart, but he remained unconscious.

Grace patted his back to help him breathe.

At least there was some response. He shouldn’t die. “Eleven, drive faster!”

Eleven increased the speed, running multiple red lights along the way, finally arriving at the hospital.

After Edgar was taken into the emergency room, Grace sat in the waiting room with a complex mood.

Just now in the car, she had almost lost control of her emotions. When she discovered the drug he had

prepared last night, she truly wanted to kill him. But when she saw him being tortured to the brink of

death, she panicked.

But why should she panic? Wasn’t he more ruthless when he let someone kill her for Nancy? Originally,

after their divorce, she intended for them to go their separate ways and be strangers for the rest of their

lives.

However, Mia, Yvonne, and Nancy repeatedly harmed her, and now Edgar came to provoke her, even

coming to kill her for Nancy. None of these people wanted her to live a peaceful life.

She wasn’t the kind of person who would turn the other cheek and not fight back. So was it wrong for

her to make them pay the price they deserved?

Lost in her thoughts, Eleven finished a phone call and reported to her, “Miss, your assistant, Beth, said

there is an urgent work matter looking for you.”

Grace glanced at the still-lit light in the emergency room and didn’t respond immediately. Beside her,

Eighteen knelt down with a thud.

“Miss, this time it’s my fault. I was foolish and almost harmed Mr. Fallen. I’m willing to stay at the

hospital to take care of Mr. Fallen. Once he recovers, I will willingly accept suspension and return

home.”

Grace thought for a moment. “Alright, you stay here. Inform me if there’s any news about him. Eleven,

let’s go.”

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After saying that, she hurriedly left the hospital with Eleven and went straight to Angle.

Having been delayed for two days due to the troublesome matter caused by Yvonne, Grace still hadn’t

finalized the final plan for her variety show. As soon as she sat back in her office, she busied herself,

focusing all her attention on work.

By 8 p.m., all the employees had left, but the lights in her office were still on Patric, knowing that she

was working overtime, specifically came down from the top floor to check on her.

“Little girl, it’s late. Let’s leave the plan for tomorrow. There are still several days left before the final live

show.”

Grace softly murmured in response, her hands still typing without stopping.

Patric knew he couldn’t persuade her, so he sighed. Just as he was about to turn around and leave, he

noticed that her complexion wasn’t too good.

“Little girl, have you been sick recently? Why is your face so pale?

Grace’s hands paused. She remembered that she had soaked in cold water for half the night last night,

probably the reason for her pale complexion.

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“I’m fine. Third Brother, go on with your work. I’ll finish up here and go back.”

“Alright.”

Patric’s expression became serious. How could he not understand his little sister? Just a slight shift of

her eyes, and he knew that there must be something more to this matter. When Eleven was called in

for a separate conversation with Patric, he knelt down on the spot.

“Third Young Master, please spare me! I really didn’t know. It might be because Miss has been… busy

with work these past few days, often staying up late.”

Eleven felt tormented being caught in the middle.

Seeing his pained expression, Patric didn’t continue probing

“Fine, you continue to protect Miss’s safety. Especially keep an eye on that kid Edgar. If he dares to

harm our little girl again, whether she agrees or not, I will make sure he’s done for. Got it?”

“Yes, Third Young Master.”

That night. Grace didn’t return to the Bay villa. she planned to pull an all-nighter in her office.

Eleven knocked on the door and entered.

“Miss, Mr. Fallen was transferred from the emergency room to a regular ward an hour ago. He’s awake

now. Do you want to go and see him?”

Grace’s typing hand hesitated for a moment.

“No need, let Eighteen take care of him once he’s awake. When he recovers, send him back to the Bay

Villa.”

“But…”

Eleven didn’t leave and looked troubled.

Grace was puzzled. “What’s wrong? Wasn’t I clear enough?”

“It’s not that. After Mr. Fallen woke up, he refused to let the nurses give him an IV drip, no matter how

we tried to persuade him.”

Grace was speechless. “He’s just a patient now. Can’t you handle a weak man? He refuses, so you just

let him be? Can’t you restrain him if necessary?”

Eleven: “…”

He couldn’t respond to that.

Was their Miss really so straightforward and rough in her actions?

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