Chapter 27


    “Phillip will be awake tomorrow. For the next month, he needs to avoid overeating. So, no more


    nutritious soup like today’s,” Arabe said.


    “Got it.” Romeo agreed, ncing at the sky, “Let me treat you to dinner.”


    “No need. I should head home.”


    It was likely around six or seven o’clock now. Arabe took her bag, checked her phone, and sure


    enough, she had missed two calls from her mom. Arabe quickly returned the call, “Sorry, Mom, I was


    busy.”


    Romeo watched the girl on the phone. Her eyes sparkled, she carried an extraordinary aura, and her


    voice was soft and enchanting when talking to her family.


    “Right, I’m heading home now/Ok, bye.”


    After she hung up, Romeo softly said, “Let me drive you home.”


    “Just drop me off at Emerald Park. I have a car parked in the underground garage there.”


    Emerald Park?


    That was a park still under construction; not yet open to the public. Why was her car parked there? And


    why was she at the Holy Cross Churchter? To him, the girl in front of him was like a mystery, hard to


    see through.


    “I need to return these first.” Arabe had borrowed some acupuncture equipment from Caden’s office


    earlier, and he was on duty today, still in the office. After returning the acupuncture tools, Arabe


    walked out of the office and passed by Grannie Grace’s room. She couldn’t resist stopping to take a


    peek inside.


    Inside the room, Grannie Grace was still there, receiving an IV treatment. Her eyes were closed, and


    she looked peaceful in her sleep.


    The sight triggered a fond memory from Arabe’s younger days. She remembered an afternoon when


    she had seen Grannie Grace napping in a room, bathed in sunlight streaming through the curtains. The


    olddy’s breathing was calm and even, just like it was now.


    Suddenly, Arabe heard a voice calling her name, and she turned to find a surprised Olga and Attlee


    standing there. They had received a call from the hospital, alerting them that Grannie Grace’s VIP room


    was about to expire, prompting them to rush over after dinner to renew it. Little did they expect to


    encounter Arabe at the hospital.


    Olga was the first to regain herposure and wasted no time in questioning Arabe, “What are you


    doing here? Haven’t you gone back to your biological parents? You can’t seriously be thinking of


    begging Grace to let you stay in this city or, worse,e live at our house. Forget about it!”


    Attlee was equally taken aback by Arabe’s presence, asking, “Be, what’s going on? Didn’t you go


    back with your family?”


    Olga, with a disgusted expression, jumped to conclusions about Arabe’s motives, “I bet she never


    really left! She probably heard about the harsh living) conditions at home on her way back and couldn’t


    bear it, so she ran back here to beg Grace for help!”


    Frustrated, Olga urged Attlee to intervene, and he reluctantly stepped forward with a forced smile,


    attempting to resolve the situation, “Be, can we talk? How much money do you want?”


    Arabe observed her once–close family members now showing their true colors and couldn’t help but


    feel a sense of amusement, her lips curling.


    slightly.


    They want to buy her off?


    Seeing her silent, Attlee took a bank card out of his pocket. “Here’s a hundred thousand dors. Take it.


    The password is 123456.”


    “Attlee!” Olga was pained at his generosity, “Why are you giving her so much money?”


    Attlee signaled Olga to be quiet. If they didn’t give Arabe enough money, how would she agree to


    leave?


    She had stolen Yoli’s expensive ruby ne yesterday, and today she was getting arge sum of


    money. She would leave, right?


    A hint of mockery flickered in Arabe’s beautiful eyes as she looked at the bank card in his hand. She


    remained silent and didn’t react. “What? You think it’s too little?” Olga asked discontentedly, “I advise


    you to be contént. Otherwise, you might end up with nothing!”


    Attlee tried to shove the bank card into her hand, but Arabe skillfully avoided it.


    “What do you want? You want to wait for Grace to wake up and deceive her? Dream on!” Olga never


    thought Arabe would be so difficult. “Let me tell you, from now on, you have nothing to do with


    Grace! Stay away from us.”


    “One billion.” Arabe’s lips curled slightly, she said word by word, “I might consider it.”


    “You, you must be daydreaming!” Olga was so angry she nearly fainted. The girl’s first word was one


    billion, “Why don’t you rob a bank?”


    “Robbing a bank isn’t as fast as robbing you guys.”


    “You, you…” Olga clutched her chest, never imagining the girl would be so cunning, “I won’t give you a


    penny!”


    She grabbed the bank card back, “If you don’t leave, I’ll have you thrown out!”


    “Oh, then call someone to throw me out.”


    “You, you… You’re killing me! This so–called VIP floor, letting anyone in…” Olga was about to go find


    staff.


    “Arabe.”


    Suddenly, a man’s voice caught their attention.


    18.30


    Olga looked up to see a man at the end of the corridor looking this way, apparently calling Arabe’s


    name.


    It was a tall man with a strong presence, even from this distance.


    Arabe heard the voice and looked towards it. Seeing Romeo waiting for her, she didn’t bother with


    the two any longer and turned to leave.


    “Who is that man?” Olga looked curiously down the hallway. “Could he be her father? That’s


    impossible; her father’s voice couldn’t be that young…” “Maybe he’s her brother. She have five


    unmarried brothers. Wasn’t it mentioned earlier that her grandmother was sick? He could be staying in


    this hospital as well.”


    “Can they afford to stay here?” Olga watched them disappear at the end of the corridor and couldn’t


    help but ask Attlee, “Attlee, we must quickly transfer Grace to another hospital; otherwise, if Arabe


    gets attached to her, it’ll be a big problem!”


    Attlee had the same thought, but within all of Summerfield, no other hospital had medical resources as


    good as Hope Hospital. Only here could Grace receive the best care.


    “Grace likes her… I’m just afraid Grace will soften her heart and let here back to this family!”


    Olga recalled three months ago when Grace found out Arabe wasn’t her biological granddaughter,


    her heart couldn’t take it and she fainted. Upon waking up, Grace sternly dered that as long as she


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    was alive, Arabe was not allowed to leave this family. Anyone who made Arabe leave would be


    considered an enemy of Grace.


    Later, when Yoli returned home, Grace didn’t show her any kindness either. Her heart and eyes were


    only for this unrted little girl.