“I’ll hire a caregiver.” Wesley said as he did not want to seperate.


    Prisci raised her phone. “If you don’t want the news about Larissa running away from her wedding to be exposed, then don’t try to stop. me.”


    The moment she got her phone back, she was ready to rify things, but if the news got out, the Wilburn family would be thrown into chaos again.


    Thinking of Bonnie’s health, she gave up.


    She could endure grievances herself, but Bonnie couldn’t be subjected to any more stress.


    Wesley grabbed his wife’s wrist and his usual domineering attitude softened for once.


    “Prisci, whether you believe it or not, I refused to divorce but not because of Larissa.”


    He truly valued her as his wife.


    “Wesley, you don’t love me,” Prisci stated inly. “A marriage without love can’tst. We’ve gone this far; there’s no point of going on.”


    She pulled her hand back and left without hesitation.


    But no matter how cold she acted, she still secretly wiped away tears as she turned away.


    <b>13.14 </b>


    When she returned to the ward, Bonnie had already fiethed her breakfast


    At noon, <b>after </b>the attending doctor checked on Bonne and confirmed there were no other issues, she was cleared for discharge


    Prisci wanted to take Bonnie home, but Bonnie called Dellon


    instead.


    “No need to go back. Once I’m discharged. I go straight to Pantel He’s my son–if I need to order him around, I will.”


    Bonnie called Dillon, and as soon as he arrived, she ordered him to handle the discharge procedures and mentioned going back to Bante


    Dillon refused. If Bonnie went back now, the old house in their hometown couldn’t be sold.


    He tried to persuade her a few times, but Bonnie wouldn’t agree, so he asked Prisci to talk to her.


    Prisci said calmly. “This is a decision Grandma and I made together.”


    “Nonsense.” Dillon objected. “Larissa is your sister, and she’s working at the Carlton Group. How can you let her go to the countryside?”


    He wasn’t worried about his mother. but about his youngest daughter who may suffer


    “I’ll go back to our hometown with them.” Prisci saw right through his selfishness.


    She found it all rather tiresome and decided toy things out inly


    Dillon was surprised and a look of doubt shed in his eyes. He didn’t believe Prisci could be so sensible.


    Bonnie <b>was </b>so angry at the sight of him that she waved her hand to tell Dillon to pack up her things and bring them over.


    With a son like this, the less she saw of him, the better she would


    be


    Dillon had no choice but to bring up the matter of selling the house


    Bonnie was so angry that she nearly fainted.


    “That’s the Wilbur family’s ancestral home which have been passed down for generations. How dare you?”


    Never mind how much the house was worth–the memories it held were priceless.


    Dillon, such a scoundrel.


    “Mom. I just thought since you were already here, you wouldn’t be going back.”


    Who would want to go back to a life of hardship…


    “I don’t agree. No one is allowed to sell the house,” Bonnie said as she pped her thigh and warned her son.


    “But I’ve already sold it.”


    Dillon had worked hard in Aetherton for years, all for the sake of making a name for himself and enjoying wealth and status.


    As for Baritel, he had never even considered going back.


    A surge of frustration was stuck in Bonnie’s chest, which almost made her faint.


    She stared hard at Dillon, panting heavily: “Dillon, <i>if </i>you dare to sell


    50.30%


    1814


    Chapm


    the house. I’ll die right here in front of you today<b>.</b>”


    Prisci gently stroked Bonnie’s back tofort her softly


    Bonnie clutched her granddaughter’s hand tightly and her gaze unwavered. Tears were welled up in her eyes as if she had thousands


    of words to say.


    Prisci’s eves turned red at the corners.


    She understood everything.


    She looked at Dillon with an emotionless expression.


    “If you don’t want


    morrow’s headlines to be ‘Mr. Wilburn drove his


    elderly mother to death,‘ you’d better listen to gradma.”


    Dillon couldn’t believe it–his daughter was threatening him again.


    She was simply being outrageously unfilial.


    “What you should do is to persuade Bonnie to stay here. What’s so good about the old home? There’s not even a high–speed train and the medical conditions are poor–what’s the point of going back?”


    Dillon never wanted to return to such a backward ce in his life.


    “And besides, Larissa can’t go back either. Mom, just give up that idea.” Dillon mentioned his younger daughter with pride in his voice. “She’s Catherine’s protege and the R&D director at the Carlton Group. She has a bright future ahead of her.”