Chapter 215 Under a Spell
Chapter 215 Under a Spell
Erin headed straight for the hospital room.
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The bodyguard lifted his hand to block her. “Ms. Jackman, no one gets in here except doctors and nurses.”
Erin nced up, her eyes filling with tears right away. “I know Tracy ordered you to keep everyone out, but I’m so worried about Grandpa.
“After my adoptive parents passed away, they sent me to an orphanage. All my life, I’ve never had a real family or friends. So when I learned I was the Jackmans‘ daughter, it felt like a dreame true.
“I figured all those 18 years of hardship were leading to having a family who would love me. Even if Grandpa doesn’t like me because he pities Tracy, I still worked hard to earn his approval.”
Tears rolled down her cheeks as she reached out carefully and tugged lightly at the
bodyguard’s sleeve. “Please, just let me go in and see Grandpa. Even if it’s just for one look. I’m begging you.”
Her words carried so much genuine emotion that anyone would be touched.
But no matter how bad he felt for her, the bodyguard’s orders stopped him from bending just for a sad story. “Sorry, Ms. Jackman, you can’t…
Before he could finish, he caught sight of the tears in Erin’s eyes and froze. It felt like his heartstrings were being pulled hard.
He stared into her teary eyes. His once stern look softened bit by bit, like he was hypnotized. His raised hand dropped slowly.
Erin smiled through her tears, her face beaming with gratitude. “Thank you, sir. Don’t worry, I’ll keep this between us and won’t breathe a word to Tracy.”
She winked at him yfully, then pushed open the door and stepped inside.
The second the door clicked shut, her sweet, yful grin twisted into something cold and evil.
The bodyguard had no clue. He smiled without thinking as he gazed at her back, like she was his greatest treasure.
<i>How </i><i>could </i><i>there </i><i>be </i><i>such </i><i>a </i>kind–hearted, <i>innocent</i><i>, </i>and <i>pure </i><i>girl </i>in <i>this </i><i>world</i><i>? </i>
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The night outside was dark as ink.
On the white hospital bed, Tracy suddenly woke up, bolting upright as if escaping a bad dream.
She clutched her chest where her heart pounded, gasping for air.
Ronald, dozing on the cot next to her, stirred at the same moment. He flipped on the light and hurried to her side.
He saw sweat beading on her forehead and asked with concern. “Did you have a nightmare?”
Tracy shook her head.
She couldn’t exin it, but a wave of worry hit her.
She grabbed Ronald’s hand suddenly. “I have to go see Grandpa.”
Ronald nced at the clock. It was just after 3 a.m., with dawn still far away.
He knew Tracy had been on edge about Franklin thesest few days. But at this time of night …
Ronald considered urging her to rest and wait for morning, but the fear in her eyes changed his mind.
Since it was the same building and not far, a quick check would help calm her down.
But right as they stepped out of the room, a nurse rushed up in a frenzy. “Mr. Franklin is in bad shape!”
Boom!
Tracy’s mind reeled like a bomb had gone off. Her body wobbled, and Ronald caught her fast to keep her steady,
Before he could say anything to soothe her, Tracy pushed his hand away and staggered back,
then broke into a run.
By the time Tracy got there, they had wheeled Franklin into the operating room for emergency care. The bodyguard on duty that night stood by the door, his face white as a sheet.
When he spotted Tracy, he dropped his head in shame. “Ms. Tracy…”
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Tracy’s face turned stone cold. “What went wrong?”
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She fought to stay calm, but her fists clenched so tightly that her nails dug into her skin.
Ronald noticed and quickly took hold of her hands, letting her squeeze his instead–gently redirecting her grip.
The bodyguard’s face stayed pale, heavy with regret. “It was Ms. Jackman. She went into the room, and less than an hourter, Mr. Franklin had an emergency.”
Tracy shook with rage. She had expected this, but it still made her blood boil. “I told you t out not to let anyone near Grandpa. Why did you let her in?”
This tough bodyguard, who wouldn’t flinch with a gun to his head, was now shaking in his boots. “I don’t know what came over me. It felt like I was under a spell. I just let her through.”
Looking back, he wished he could p himself.
Erin… it was <i>Erin </i><i>again</i><i>! </i>
Tracy’s face darkened like a thundercloud. Her killer re terrified the bodyguard, like she might strike any second.
Luckily<i>, </i>Tracy held back. She just stared at the operating room doors, gripping Ronald’s hands tighter, her body stiff as a board.
Dear Lord, forget <i>my </i><i>past </i><i>pain </i><i>or </i><i>future </i><i>troubles</i><i>. </i><i>I’d </i><i>give </i><i>up </i><i>everything </i><i>I </i><i>have</i><i>—</i><i>just </i>please, keep Grandpa safe.
Tracy had never felt time pass so slowly. Every second felt like a century,