Chapter 591 Grandpa, I’m Sorry I’m Late

A wave of dizziness overcame Chloe. She asked as her voice trembled, "When...

Emily could not bear to see her best friend in such a state. "Last night. To be more specific, it was

this early morning."

She had applied for an off day yesterday, which had been Monday. However, her bastard manager

called her endlessly, forcing her to work overtime even though she was outside. After she was done

with her work, it was already past one o’clock midnight.

Emily decided to watch some videos before going to bed. That was when she saw the news that

Harold had died due to organ failure after the emergency treatment failed.

Coldness prickled Chloe's limbs as she turned to Abigail. "Is this true?"

The latter nodded silently.

"I want to go to the family home to see Harold one last time,” Chloe said firmly as she put on her

shoes and walked toward the door, her body trembling slightly.

"Ms. Chloe, Mr. Joseph says you can’t leave." Abigail went to stop Chloe as she tried to persuade

the latter.

Truth be told, Abigail too felt that Joseph had gone too far. He should not have imprisoned Chloe

regardless of what had happened. If something went wrong in their relationship, they should just

break up with each other.

Making up her mind, Emily took out a 100-dollar bill from her bag and stuffed it into Chloe's hands.

After that, she abruptly hugged Abigail. "Run! I'll stop her!"

Abigail could easily overpower Emily, but she found this hard to do so since Chloe and Emily were

women too. Besides, she pitied Chloe, so she did not push Emily away and allowed Chloe to get

away.

Chloe stuffed a paper strip into Emily’s hands before she left. Once downstairs, she flagged down a

cab to the Whitman family home. After stepping out of the car, she walked into the house where a

funeral was being held.

Harold's photo was placed before a coffin as the surrounding people mourned in sadness. Ginny,

who was the youngest, felt the gloom that hung in the air. She hugged Eloise and cried ceaselessly.

Tears welled up in Chloe's eyes. The repeated blows almost drove her mad. Although Harold was

not biologically related to her, he was like family to her. She had not expected him to meet his end

seeing as he was still healthy the previous month.

She kneeled in front of the photograph and mourned. 'Grandpa, I'm sorry I'm late. I didn't get to see

you one last time.'

"What are you doing here?" Joseph had on a black suit. He swiftly made his way to her, grabbed

her wrist, and pulled her out of the house.

That useless Abigail had failed to keep an eye on Chloe.

Currently, only Harold, Patrick, and Joseph were aware of Harold faking his death. Joseph had

planned to tell Chloe about it after the press conference yesterday, but unfortunately, she had lost

this privilege.

"Let me go! Why didn't you tell me that Grandpa passed away?! I couldn't even see him one last

time!" Chloe roared desperately at Joseph as her anger erupted. Her reddened eyes revealed her

true feelings, touching others’ hearts.

Joseph remained expressionless. "He wasn’t your grandfather."

"He was!" she screamed stubbornly as her tears fell uncontrollably.

Harold adored her. He had afforded her the kind of concern she had long yearned for. Of course, he

was her grandfather.

"Get her out of here," Joseph ordered cruelly. He was not moved by her emotions.

"Joe, don't get rid of Coco. Don't be so fierce toward her..." Ginny rushed out and hugged Joseph's

legs firmly.

Eloise could no longer take it. "Don't involve Father in your couple fight. Let Chloe stay for the

funeral."