Chapter 252: Chapter 252: What About the Blood Sophia Shaw Shed?
"Why are you coughing up blood again?"
When Miles Grant arrived at the hospital, Vincent Grant was lying in a hospital bed.
His usually proud face was ashen, his lips were dry and peeling, and he looked completely listless, a sight that alarmed Miles.
In his memory, Vincent had always been full of life—rebellious and brimming with energy.
Miles had come over after receiving a call from the hospital.
The doctor said Vincent had coughed up blood but was refusing treatment.
He could only ask the doctor to keep Vincent there by force and had rushed over without a moment’s delay.
Vincent looked at his older brother, unsure how to explain, and could only close his eyes.
Miles took out a pear he had brought, carefully watching Vincent’s expression as he began to peel it. "Vincent, is this bout of coughing up blood related to Faye again?"
"Yes."
Miles didn’t know what to say and let out a sigh.
"Things with Faye have already reached this point. Coughing up more blood won’t change anything. You should try to let it go."
"Honestly, in a situation like yours, it’s better to be apart."
"Apart?" Vincent propped himself up with a sharp movement, sitting up despite the pain constricting his chest. "Brother, Faye gave birth to a child for me, and I knew nothing about it... Shouldn’t I be atoning for my sins? Why are you telling me to leave her?"
At the mention of this, Vincent’s brow furrowed in agony.
There was also shame and self-reproach.
And an overwhelming sense of guilt.
’Is there a worse husband and father in this world than me?’
"Huh?" Miles was taken aback. "So it’s because of the child?"
’He thought Vincent had found out about the divorce.’
But Vincent was sharp. Seeing that Miles wasn’t as surprised as he should have been, he understood at once. "So... you, you already knew that Bun... is my child?"
Miles fell silent.
It was a tacit admission.
Vincent felt another sharp pang in his chest and began to cough violently.
"Why... why didn’t you tell me?"
He pressed a hand hard against his chest, but he still couldn’t control the overwhelming pain!
Miles grew anxious and quickly patted his back. "Don’t get worked up! The doctor said you’re coughing up blood because of severe emotional distress. You need to rest quietly."
Vincent’s breathing was short, his voice pained. "Did Grandma... know too?"
Miles replied, "Faye told Grandma about it specifically after the baby was born."
"So... I was the only one kept in the dark."
Miles had been furious back when Vincent was treating his own biological daughter as if she were adopted, but seeing him in this state, he couldn’t bring himself to criticize him now.
He advised, "Don’t think about anything right now. Just focus on getting better."
BANG!
The door was suddenly thrown open, and Eleanor Crawford appeared in the doorway.
Her face was flushed with anger. "Vincent Grant, you’re the child’s father, the one with primary responsibility! Shouldn’t you have been the first to know?"
Eleanor Crawford had come with Miles Grant.
She hadn’t wanted to see Vincent, so she had been waiting outside.
But seeing Miles trying to smooth things over, she finally couldn’t hold back any longer.
"Eleanor!" Miles interrupted her in a low, disapproving voice.
"Was I wrong?" Eleanor’s chest heaved, a firestorm of rage burning in her lungs that she had to unleash.
"If you didn’t like Faye, you should have stuck to your guns from the start! You should have given up the company, your future, your reputation—everything! You should have refused to marry her even if it meant getting beaten to death!"
"But since you did get married, you should have taken responsibility as a husband, even if Faye only slept with you to get revenge!"
"Look at you men! You want the company, but you also want to play the victim. You take all the benefits while standing on the moral high ground, looking down on and bullying others."
"You monopolize all the good and push all the bad onto everyone else."
"You’re just scum! Absolute, through-and-through scum!"
Eleanor Crawford cursed furiously.
She yelled until her eyes turned red.
It was so unfair to Sophia Shaw.
So incredibly unfair!
"Eleanor, that’s enough! Can’t you see Vincent is coughing up blood?" Hearing Eleanor curse like this, Miles was frantic.
"Why should I say less?"
Eleanor Crawford used to be a pushover, someone who would endure anything she could.
But she didn’t want to endure it anymore.
Not her own problems, and not Sophia Shaw’s!
’If women don’t help women, how long will we let these scumbags bully us?!’
Eleanor pointed at Vincent. "He coughs up blood, so I should shut up? What about all the blood Sophia shed? What about all the suffering she went through giving birth?"
"You men only ever think about yourselves! Are we women just supposed to let you play us for fools until we’re broken?"
"Miles Grant, don’t you ever try to force that scumbag logic of yours on me again! I won’t accept it!"
Miles Grant: "..."
He had only tried to get her to say a few less words, and now he had drawn the fire onto himself.
Having finally vented her fury, Eleanor felt a sense of relief.
She turned and walked out.
Once outside the hospital, she closed her eyes and took a deep breath of fresh air.
’It’s so suffocating being around scum like that.’
She felt not a shred of sympathy for Vincent’s current predicament. In fact, she felt he deserved it.
She couldn’t resist calling Sophia Shaw to share what happened.
Eleanor took out her phone and dialed Sophia’s number.
VROOOM—
RUMBLE—
Just then, a violent roar filled her ears.
Eleanor turned in confusion, only to see a motorcycle speeding right toward her.
On the glossy black motorcycle, the rider gripped the handlebars tightly. A black helmet concealed most of the person’s face, revealing only a pair of cold, ruthless eyes.
The moment Eleanor’s eyes met his, the bike was right in front of her!
An impossibly short distance, closed in the blink of an eye.
The motorcycle grazed past Eleanor’s leg, the powerful draft knocking her off her feet and sending her crashing to the ground.
The wheels scraped against the pavement, kicking up dirt and grit that sprayed viciously across Eleanor’s body and face.
The rider put a foot down to brake, turning back to shoot her a defiant, cold glare.
Eleanor lay sprawled wretchedly on the ground, a long, bloody scratch now marring her face from the flying gravel!
It was painful and humiliating!
She watched as the rider lifted his helmet slightly, revealing his mouth.
He mouthed at her: "You insulted my brother."
"Eleanor!" Miles, who had just come out of the hospital to get food for Vincent, cried out when he saw Eleanor on the ground.
He ran over to help her up.
VROOOM—
The motorcycle sped away.
"Ian!"
Miles violently slapped away Eleanor’s outstretched hand, and she fell to the ground again.
Miles frantically ran a few steps after the motorcycle.
He then turned back, got into his car parked by the road, and gave chase!
"Miles Grant!"
Eleanor screamed his name in despair.
Despite having been abandoned by him countless times, Eleanor still found that her heart ached fiercely.
She stubbornly dialed Miles’s number. "If you go after him, we’re through!"
"Eleanor, can you not make a scene? Ian is riding that motorcycle so fast. What if he gets into an accident?"
"Hah!" Eleanor closed her eyes in anguish.
’He’s always only worried that his precious Ian will get hurt. He never sees how much pain and suffering she, his wife, is in.’
Eleanor got to her feet, completely crestfallen.
She looked up and saw the speculative and confused gazes of the people around her.
They had seen her get knocked down, and they had also seen Miles abandon her to chase after the person who had fled.
"Mommy, shouldn’t that man have helped the lady up and taken her to the hospital before going after the bad man?" a small child in the distance asked their mother.
’That’s right. Even a child understood the proper order of things. Why couldn’t Miles?’
