As soon as Trevor and Jordyn returned to the vi, Trevor’s phone rang.


    So, he answered the call.


    A momentter, he put his phone away, slipped back into the coat he had just taken off, and told Jordyn, who was walking upstairs with <b>him</b>, “Your Nama identally fell and got injured. She’s been taken to the hospital. I’m heading over now. You should get some rest early.”


    Jordyn said worriedly, “I want to go see Nana too-


    “You <b>have </b>school tomorrow. You can visit after ss.”


    “Alright then…” Jordyn said.


    Trevor turned and left.


    Just then, Jordyn’s phone chimed. She quickly picked it up and checked.


    Seeing that it was just a spam message, she pouted in disappointment.


    On the way back, she had tried calling Celeste, wanting to ask if the person she saw at the mall was really her. But she didn’t answer.


    When she got a message just now, she thought for a moment that it might be from Celeste. But, it wasn’t.


    Still, thinking about it, if Celeste really had time to go shopping <b>on </b>Christmas, she definitely would have invited her along,


    So, she must have been mistaker.


    One hourter, at Baumond Orthopedic Hospital, Trevor spoke with the doctors about the situation.


    Martha had suffered a fracture in her upper thigh, requiring surgery to


    couldn’t be done immediately.


    rece the bone. However, the surgery


    They needed to monitor her condition first and ensure she was stable before proceeding.


    Most of the Fleming family members were currently out of <b>town</b>.


    Aside from Trevor, the only ones present at the hospital were Peter and Samantha Russell, the maid who usually <b>took </b>care of Martha’s daily needs.


    As for the other family members, Peter had already informed them one by one.


    Seeing Trevor arrive, Peter quickly got up to greet him.


    <b>Martha </b>was lying on her side. When she saw him approach, she closed her eyes and ignored him.


    Trevor pulled up a chair and sat beside her. “Still angry?”


    He was referring to the recent project he hadunched at Fleming Group, specifically for the Lockets and the Shaws. Ever since then, Martha never answered his calls.


    She remained silent.


    After a moment of silence, Trevor asked, “What do you want me to do?”


    Martha finally opened her eyes. “Don’t you know?”


    Of course<b>, </b>Trevor knew. He responded indifferently, “I understand. I’ll take care of it tomorrow.”


    By that, he naturally meant cutting ties with the Lockets and the Shaws, removing them from Fleming Group, and reiming the projects they had been given.


    “And?”


    Trevor knew exactly what she was referring to. His brows furrowed, “Grandma…”


    Martha closed her eyes again.


    Trevor didn’t say anything further.


    After a while, Martha said, “You should go<b>.</b><b>” </b>


    But Trevor didn’t leave. Instead, he adjusted her nket to make sure she wasfortable.


    A little whileter, the doctor came in to update him on Martha’s condition, informing him that the surgery could be scheduled for the day after tomorrow.


    The <b>bone </b>recement surgery carried a rtively low risk. If everything went ording to n, she would be able to walk with the aid of a walker within a month.


    After the doctor left, in the corridor outside, Peter nced at Martha’s figure in the hospital bed and said, “Mrs. Fleming Senior actually really wants to see Mrs. Fleming, but she won’t let me call her.”


    What Martha meant was that she felt guilty toward Celeste. Now that she was injured, how could she ask her to visit?


    Trevor said, “I understand.”


    Peter said nothing more and returned to the hospital room.