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Chapter 119
Crash!
The sound of glass breaking rang out clearly inside the room.
The elderly man had flung his bowl to the floor in a fit of rage.
“Are you threatening me with your mother, now? Fine! Summon her spirit! I can't wait to ask her why
she left me in this world!”
Reduced to silence, Artemis, Simon, and Edmund glanced at each other helplessly.
Given that Glen had been bound by rules all his life and was finally revealing his true colors, his
grandsons could do nothing but comply with him now.
Continuing to bicker with him would only cause him to pass out in anger.
Smiling, Edmund walked over and patted his grandfather on the back. “Grandpa, you may have
maternal great-grandchildren now, but you still don't have any paternal ones. How about you wait until I
get married and have kids before you think about joining Grandma?”
The old man huffed, “Don't assume I know nothing about myself anymore just because I'm old. There's
a tumor in my central nervous system, and it's turned cancerous too. I'll die if I were to get surgery.”
Realizing he could be misunderstood, he added, “Death doesn't scare me. I just don't want to trouble
those doctors and leave them with more blood on their hands. Assuming the worst, if I were to die, that
surgeon's career would be over. Are you guys really willing to let that happen?”
Edmund couldn't help but laugh. “We're not that unreasonable, Grandpa. There's always a contract to
sign before the surgery. Take good care of yourself, and we'll arrange for the surgery in a few days,
okay?”
“No,” Glen insisted. “If I'm going to die at the operating table, you may as well let me overdose on
sleeping pills here. Get out of here. In any case, I'm not proceeding with the surgery. Professor Damon
said I still have about a year and a half, so don't worry about me.”
Edmund wanted to say more, only to see Gwendolyn shaking her head at him, signaling him to stop
talking.
There were two main reasons Glen was against getting surgery. Firstly, it was because he no longer
saw a need to remain alive and couldn't wait to be reunited with his other half.
Another reason was that he didn't want to get his blood on a young doctor's hands and ruin the latter's
medical career.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtWith a sigh, Yoel requested everyone to leave. “It's almost twelve. Go home and get some rest,
everyone. I'll stay here and keep watch.”
Crosh!
The sound of gloss breoking rong out cleorly inside the room.
The elderly mon hod flung his bowl to the floor in o fit of roge.
“Are you threotening me with your mother, now? Fine! Summon her spirit! I con't woit to osk her why
she left me in this world!”
Reduced to silence, Artemis, Simon, ond Edmund glonced ot eoch other helplessly.
Given thot Glen hod been bound by rules oll his life ond wos finolly reveoling his true colors, his
grondsons could do nothing but comply with him now.
Continuing to bicker with him would only couse him to poss out in onger.
Smiling, Edmund wolked over ond potted his grondfother on the bock. “Grondpo, you moy hove
moternol greot-grondchildren now, but you still don't hove ony poternol ones. How obout you woit until I
get morried ond hove kids before you think obout joining Grondmo?”
The old mon huffed, “Don't ossume I know nothing obout myself onymore just becouse I'm old. There's
o tumor in my centrol nervous system, ond it's turned concerous too. I'll die if I were to get surgery.”
Reolizing he could be misunderstood, he odded, “Deoth doesn't score me. I just don't wont to trouble
those doctors ond leove them with more blood on their honds. Assuming the worst, if I were to die, thot
surgeon's coreer would be over. Are you guys reolly willing to let thot hoppen?”
Edmund couldn't help but lough. “We're not thot unreosonoble, Grondpo. There's olwoys o controct to
sign before the surgery. Toke good core of yourself, ond we'll orronge for the surgery in o few doys,
okoy?”
“No,” Glen insisted. “If I'm going to die ot the operoting toble, you moy os well let me overdose on
sleeping pills here. Get out of here. In ony cose, I'm not proceeding with the surgery. Professor Domon
soid I still hove obout o yeor ond o holf, so don't worry obout me.”
Edmund wonted to soy more, only to see Gwendolyn shoking her heod ot him, signoling him to stop
tolking.
There were two moin reosons Glen wos ogoinst getting surgery. Firstly, it wos becouse he no longer
sow o need to remoin olive ond couldn't woit to be reunited with his other holf.
Another reoson wos thot he didn't wont to get his blood on o young doctor's honds ond ruin the lotter's
medicol coreer.
With o sigh, Yoel requested everyone to leove. “It's olmost twelve. Go home ond get some rest,
everyone. I'll stoy here ond keep wotch.”
After the group walked out of the room, Felicity held her son by the arm. “You have to get Anonymous
to come to Hallsbay and operate on your granddad, Artemis,” she urged. “He's the only elder we have
left. We can't let anything happen to him.”
“Don't worry. I'll do what I can with every resource I have to save Granddad. I'll get Anonymous to
operate on him as long as she's still alive.”
He paused briefly before continuing, “Caridee's spent enough time inside the ancestral hall. She's still
young, so don't be too stern with her. Give her what she wants. We won't get to dote on her anymore
after she gets married.”
Felicity pursed her lips. Despite feeling reluctant, she could only agree so as to not infuriate Glen any
further and cause more detriment to his health.
“Fine. Since she likes the dress, she can have it made. It's her coming-of-age gift anyway. She's the
star. It's her own fault if she ends up disgracing herself anyway, so I may as well stop being the bad
guy.”
“I'm glad you're relenting. Thank you on Caridee's behalf.”
The next day, Bailey was busying herself with a pile of documents in the design department of Luther
Group when Dwayne entered with a push of the door.
“Ms. Jefferson, there's something I feel I should let you know.”
The woman then looked up at him with raised brows. “What is it?”
With a smile, Dwayne handed her a recommendation letter. “Mr. Luther personally penned this letter
and wants me to mail it to The Grand Fashion Show organizers along with one of your works. The letter
means you'll be nominated as a candidate for the upcoming Ultimate Designer award.”
Bailey froze briefly.
She then took the letter and glanced at it.
“If I recall correctly, The Grand Fashion Show has a regulation whereby a person can win The Ultimate
Designer award only once. I already received the award four years ago, so please let Mr. Luther know
that I have no intention of competing for the title this time. Let him give another capable designer the
opportunity to shine.”
The man could not help but smile as though he had predicted her response. “Did you receive the award
four years ago? But according to what I remember, it was Snowflake who had won.”
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmBailey was at a loss for words.
How sneaky can that guy be?
“Mr. Luther has said that if you refuse to compete for the title, Luther Group won't send a nominee ever
again.”
What? Is this not a pure threat? Ha!
Bailey laughed in exasperation deep down.
If Luther Group really were to stop submitting candidates because of her, she was sure to become the
blight of every single designer working for the company.
Calm down.
Suppressing the rage within her, the woman flashed Dwayne a grin. “Well, since it's such a big deal to
Mr. Luther, I won't dampen his spirits. Do as he says, then. I have no thoughts on the matter.”
Dwayne beamed.
As expected of Artemis—the man could pin her down no matter how tough she was.
The universe would be way too cruel if these two didn't end up together.
Veronique returned from abroad two days later.
After stopping by her home to say hi to her parents and grandparents, she then rushed over to the
Luther residence in spite of her jet lag.
The study was full of people when she arrived.
Felicity hurriedly stood up to welcome her. “You're back, Vero! Come, now. I've had Justin prepare all
the information you need, so do take a look. Feel free to re-examine Old Mr. Chivers if you have any
doubts.”
“Hello, Mrs. Chivers,” Veronique greeted with a nod. “How are you?”
“I'm fine as long as the old man is.”
The younger woman then proceeded to greet the other members of the family, exchanging a few
words.
They all grew up in the same circle, so she knew them fairly well.
However, something seemed a little out of the ordinary when she shook hands with Artemis.
That was because of what he had said to her. “I leave my granddad in your hands, but if you really
can't do it, I'm afraid I may have to request your good friend's assistance.”
What does he mean by that? Is he trying to contact Anonymous through me?
“Oh, please, Mr. Luther. The only friend I have who's also in the medical field is...”
The woman trailed off as her gaze fell on a silhouette standing next to the desk.
Is he still doing okay?
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