Chapter 547: Chapter 547: She Is Always Sentimental
Chloe Reed lowered her gaze to the sleeping child, her long eyelashes trembling. Her thoughts drifted to her grandmother.
For a moment, she didn’t speak.
Walker Grant wasn’t in a hurry to press her. He knew she would get annoyed if he asked too often.
But he could sense she was already wavering.
While it was true Noah was Sunny Reed’s child, he was also Julian Grant’s.
Julian had treated Chloe very well.
She was bound to feel something for old times’ sake.
...
The lab report on the antidote came back within the hour. It was, indeed, the real thing.
Rhonda Lowe chuckled smugly. "See? I told you it was the antidote. Why didn’t you believe me?"
Walker had the antidote administered to Noah, then sent the boy straight to the hospital for follow-up care to clear the remaining toxins and monitor his condition.
Chloe looked at Rhonda Lowe and asked, "Even with the antidote, there might be lasting side effects. Do you have a solution for that?"
Rhonda Lowe’s eyes darted away. She shook her head, her guilt obvious. "No. It’s poison, after all. The damage it’s done to his body... that’s unavoidable."
Her voice grew fainter and fainter as she spoke.
The hands at Chloe’s sides clenched into fists. With a cold expression, she strode out of the villa.
Walker said to a bodyguard, "Take her to the suburbs. Watch her."
"Yes, sir."
Rhonda Lowe was dumbstruck. "Hey! What’s going on? Are you locking me up? How can you go back on your word? You can’t lock me up! Come back!"
But she was shoved into a car and driven directly to the basement of a villa in the suburbs.
Sunny Reed had been listening for any commotion outside, but she waited in her room for a long time, and the door never opened.
She panicked and started pounding on the door. "Someone! I want to see my son! It’s my turn to be with him! Let me out! Open the door!"
But no matter how she screamed, no one came to open the door.
Sunny Reed’s face was pale, and a terrible premonition bloomed in her heart.
’Did they figure out the antidote?’
’Does that mean I’m useless now?’
’What will Walker do to me?’
She couldn’t bear to even imagine it!
’No!’
’I can’t just sit here and wait for the worst. I have to come up with a plan. I can’t let them send me away!’
...
Walker first dropped Chloe Reed off at Jardinelle, then headed to the hospital.
When he entered the hospital room, he saw Noah Grant was already awake. The boy’s face was still pale, but he was clearly in much better spirits than before.
"Uncle."
Noah called out obediently upon seeing him.
Walker acknowledged him and asked, "Are you hungry? What do you feel like eating?"
Noah’s eyes lit up as he listed a few of his favorite dishes.
Walker made a call and ordered the food.
He then sat by the bed and, looking at Noah, asked, "Are you still feeling unwell?"
Noah seemed to consider this for a moment before shaking his head. "Not as much anymore."
Then he asked, "Uncle, I’m not going to die, am I?"
"Mm-hmm." Walker’s lips curved into a smile as he patted the boy’s head. "You’re going to grow up safe and sound."
Noah looked around the room. "Where’s my mom?"
"Noah, tell me the truth," Walker said slowly, his eyes fixed on him. "Is your mother really good to you?"
Noah nodded. "Mom is great. I miss my mom."
Walker’s brow furrowed. "But you were doing just fine when your mother wasn’t around."
Noah looked at him, and tears suddenly streamed down his face. "Uncle, does this mean I won’t get to see Mom again? Can I only see her when I’m sick? In that case, I want to be sick all the time. I want to see my mom all the time."
