Chapter 1316 Dior thought of how sad Harry's life was.
She never wanted to leave him, ever!
She was the cause for Harry's injury, which was all the more reason she could not abandon him. Dior walked out of the ward and borrowed a phone from the nurse to phone her assistant to transfer some funds. Following that, she waited in front of the operating room anxiously.
On the other hand, Guy's temple pulsed vigorously at how she hung up on him.
What other option was there when his only hope vanished?
No!
There had to be something else...
As he was at the verge of desperation, Anthony phoned him. "Charmine is about to have a migraine soon. Remember to come back."
Guy looked at the tightly shut metal door and fell silent. "Okay," he eventually answered, "Iâll come back in just a bit." "Hurry."
With that said, Guy's phone finally ran out of battery from a day of calling.
He smashed his phone against the floor harshly, and the impact caused the device to shatter into pieces.
Guy went up to the metal door and pounded on it as though venting. "Let me out!" he growled. "Hurry and let me out!"
Charmine was about to have a migraine. She would suffer!
He was supposed to be there to help her!
However, the guards outside acted as if they did not hear him as they stoically stood like unwavering trees.
Vexed, Guy tried his best to open the metal door. Alas, the door was too strong, and none of his efforts helped. All it did was make him tired.
He could only sit on the floor listlessly, anxiously.
Since that morning, no matter how he made a scene or even when he refused to eat, his mother did not seem to care.
He would not have cared if he had nothing to risk; he would have let his mother lock him up. The thought of a suffering Charmine, however, hurt him deeply.
Thomp!
Guy punched the floor in fury.
Grandma Granger, who was in the living room, heard the noise. Her heart ached at it.
She looked at Sherlyn with a fierce gaze. "Don't punish my grandson. Hurry and let him out!"
Sherlyn timed it a 11âit was about time. She stood up from the sofa. "Mom, there's no hurry. I'll go over now."
Grandma Granger scoffed and turned to Tim. "Look at your wife!" "Mom, don't get angry," coaxed Tim. "She did it for Guy's own good." 2 Sherlyn came to the prison room and stood before the door, looking at Guy in pain. "Bear with it for a while, my son."
Charmine was about to come crawling with that migraine of hers!
Furthermore, Guy had such a good profile. There was no way she would not say yes to him!
Guy's eyes had lost their usual clearness. He looked at her as if looking at a stranger. After a while, he said calmly, "Mom, don't you want me to get married?" "Yes, son. Have you thought it through?"
Guy's eyes seemed to be coated with cold mockery as he spoke, "If I get married, will you let me help her?" "Yes." Sherlyn was happy that her plan was working. She said, "Of course!
Charmine is our in-law. Of course, you have to help her!" "Okay, let me out, then. I'll go and propose to her now and marry her."
"Really?" Sherlyn looked delighted. "Son, I'm glad you've thought it through.
Come on. Sorry to have kept you here. Iâll let you out now."
Once Guy stepped out, he spoke, "Get everything ready." "Okay!" Sherlyn happily helped Guy back to the living room. His face remained calm-emotionless, even. His tranquility made him look dead. 1 She frowned and looked at him. "Son, what's with this face?"
She knew her son liked Charmine, but why did he not seem too happy?
"Nothing," said Guy emotionlessly, "Iâm worried that it's late. I wonder if Charmine is asleep."