Chapter 325

The moment Arabella heard the news, she was on her feet and out the door, asking, “What’s up?”

“Something might have rattled her.”

Arabella immediately had an inkling: “Did anyone from the Murphy family go to the hospital?”

“A nurse told me that she saw someone from the Murphy family leaving Grace’s room before she fell

ill.”

This could mean that Grace was pissed off by the Murphy family.

If that’s the case, she won’t let them off the hook!

By the time she rushed to Hope Hospital, Grace’s vital signs were plummeting fast.

In the room besides Caden Newton, there were two doctors and a nurse, all discussing how to save

Grace.

“Surgery or not, it’s your call.” Caden looked at Arabella.

Even though Grace was in no shape for surgery, if she didn’t get one, she was a goner!

Arabella’s slender fingers checked Grace’s pulse, then she said, “Hand me the medical kit.”

Grace wasn’t in a position where she needed surgery.

Caden handed her the medical kit.

Arabella skillfully opened the kit, picked out a few thin silver needles, and started acupuncture

treatment on Grace.

A newbie nurse nearby was taken aback. What the hell was this girl doing? She had the guts to do this

in front of two doctors and Dr. Caden? “Dr. Caden.”

“Let her be!” Caden knew Arabella must have a trick up her sleeve. Sure enough, soon after, Grace

coughed up a mouthful of blood.

“Grannie Grace.” Arabella leaned down and called softly, “Can you hear me speak?”

The nurse nearby, seeing Arabella revive Grace, remembered a rumour she heard when she first

started her internship at Hope Hospital. There was a high school girl who was a wizard at medical

procedures, and she used to perform surgeries alongside Dr. Caden.

Could it be the girl standing in front of her right now?

She’s so young and yet so brilliant.

Grace heard a familiar voice and weakly opened her eyes, instinctively reaching out for Arabella’s

hand.

Arabella quickly held her hand and asked softly, “Grannie Grace, are you awake?”

“I’m so sorry.” Grace was emotional. “I couldn’t even keep the stuff you gave me safe.

What the heck did that mean?

Grace coughed a few times, tears filling her eyes. “My stuff is gone.”

Arabella realized that Grannie Grace was upset about this and quickly comforted her, saying, “It’s no

biggie. Those were cheap things. If you like them, I can buy more for you.”

“No.” Grace’s voice was filled with a hint of sadness: “Don’t buy anymore; they must have taken my

things.”

Even if she bought new ones, they would take them away!

“Calm down.” Arabella spoke softly, “You’re too weak right now; close your eyes and get some sleep.

When you wake up, your stuff will be back.”

Grace knew she had the ability to recover those things. She was specially trained and could deal with

average people; even assassins were no sweat.

But Grace didn’t want her to meet those people. “It’s okay; you don’t need to confront them.”

As she was saying this, she coughed up another mouthful of blood, scaring the nurse beside her, who

instinctively covered her mouth.