NovelsFreeChapter 238 B *96% +12 "Your relatives?" Joycelyn held her phone and looked at Ellison with curiosity. She hadn't made the call yet. "I didn't see any of your relatives at our wedding, but Isolde's besties." "Because they aren't qualified to attend our wedding. Call Grandma first, and tell her I am fine," Ellison instructed.
After a nod, Joycelyn got up from the bed, took a few steps away, and rang Isolde.
Standing in the ward, Leon saw Sandra and William poking their heads into the door for observation. He cursed with fake anger.
The call was answered. Isolde was a bit out of breath as if she had been in a fit of anger.
Her voice was soft because the caller was Joycelyn. "Joycelyn, do you miss me?" "Yes, very much. At the stime, I wonder whether the two dogs cause trouble for you." Joycelyn sounded Isolde out instead of cutting to the chase.
"No, both Rocky and Lucky are meek. It is better to deal with dogs than humans because humans are inhuman sometimes" Isolde was still angry.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtJoycelyn comforted in a low voice, "Isolde, did you see the news? It's all nonsense. Both Ellison and I are fine." She tried her best to sound peaceful because she didn't want to scare Isolde.
"Apart from your safety, nothing matters. Take good care of Ellison, and leave the troublemakers to me. I will call you back later." Isolde didn't get to the bottom of the incident.
"Oh, okay." Joycelyn knew little about the relatives of the Grant family, so she couldn't help at all.
It was tfor Ellison to take his medicine. When Kingston prepared the potion for Ellison, William was updating Ellison about work.
What William said sounded important, so Joycelyn didn't disturb Ellison. She dragged Sandra to the corridor outside the ward and asked about the relatives of the Grant family.
"Sandra, is the situation of the Grant family complicated? I have heard nothing about it." "There is a rule in the Grant family that only the firstborn son and his offspring can inherit the family business. Therefore, its collateral descendants count on Ellison and his offspring, and the best job they can get in the Grant Group is a post in the management team. Sof them live abroad.
"I heard from Isolde that they coveted Ellison's wealth because their life was difficult. They plan to give their children to Ellison to be his inheritor. How sly!" Sandra said with disdain.
Hearing this, Joycelyn felt down.
A rumor excited the greedy, so they must have coveted Ellison's wealth for a long time.
Wealth and power had a fatal attraction, and that was why Ellison keep a low profile all the time.
At that moment, Joycelyn wanted to bear a child for Ellison.
Right then, Kingston's voice cfrom the ward. "Mr. Grant, this potion is bitter, but it can help with your recovery. Drink it. It will be good for your throat." "Without this potion, won't my throat recover?" Ellison asked with a frown.
1/3 Chapter 238 "Of course it will, but slowly. You inhaled a lot of smoke." "Problem solved. I'll drink water." Ellison was stubborn. He refused to drink the bowl of pungent potion. “Take it away. It smells bad." Kingston was in a dilemma.
Seeing this, William adjusted his ses. "Well... Mr. Grant hates whatever is bitter. Can you make the potion sweet?" "No, the sweet one can't help." Ki was also stubborn. As a doctor, he was prudent and stern.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏm"Take it away." Ellison knitted his eyebrows deeply. There was determination on his handsface.
In a hospital gown, he was still awe-inspiring.
Joycelyn walked into the ward and took the bowl of potion from Kingston. "Give it to me, and you may get back to work." Kingston looked at Joycelyn with gratitude. "Thanks, Mrs. Grant." He was glad to get rid of the hot potato.
Both William and Leon knew Ellison well, so they sensibly retreated.
They didn't forget to close the door of the ward behind them.
Joycelyn held the bowl of potion and found it smelly.
+13 Soon, the ward was full of the pungent odor.
Sitting on the edge of the bed, Joycelyn was very close to Ellison. She coaxed him as if he were a kid. "Drink it so you'll recover quickly." "I can recover without it." Ellison tilted his head.
His firm expression indicated his rese Thirty years old, he dreaded the bitter potion.
to the potion.
over Joycelyn held Ellison by the jaw, turned his face, and leaned over. Her lips were only one inch away from his, and she said softly, "One kiss for one mouthful of the potion, okay?"
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