Chapter 66
The Millionaire And His Billionaire Ex-Wife
Chapter 66
The two locked eyes, with Emma conceding defeat, her teeth gritted in frustration.
âAlright! Iâm giving you this one shot, but if anything should happen to my daughter, I swear Iâll fight you till my last breath!â
With Emma out of the way, Grace walked into the ward unhindered, ordering her bodyguards to lift Hedda onto a stretcher.
Under Emmaâs reluctant and apprehensive gaze, Hedda was taken away.
By the time Grace returned to Patricâs villa, it was already 10 oâclock in the evening.
The remnants of the sunset painted the sky in tender shades of orange, casting a soft glow over the entire Frant City.
Patric set up Hedda in one of the guest rooms, then sat with Grace, mulling over their next move.
Heddaâs face was peaceful, her eyes closed as if in a serene sleep.
âHer condition seems stable, all vitals are within normal range.â Patric received a medical report from their personal physician, rubbing his chin thoughtfully.
Grace grabbed the report, her eyes sweeping over Hedda on the bed, her eyebrows knitting together in concern.
âWaking a patient in a vegetative state is no cakewalk. The Mellis family has thrown money at renowned doctors from all over the world to no avail. If weâre to make any progress with Hedda, weâll have to pull out all the stops.â
Patricâs fingers drummed lightly on the coffee table, turning the ashtray around.
âWhat do you mean?â
A flicker of confusion passed through Graceâs eyes.
âYou cheeky little thing, have you forgotten?â
Patric gently knocked on her head.
âDid you forget about your brother Chad, the medical wh iz with a Masterâs degree? Not many can question his expertise and authority.â
Lightbulb moment for Grace â sheâd lost touch with the Smith family for so long that sheâd completely forgotten how brilliant her elder brother Chad was.
âBut⦠Chad is usually a bit of a recluse, not one for words. And heâs tied up with his work in Wind City, Iâm not sure heâd be keen to help.â
Graceâs joy wasnât clouding her judgement, she spoke thoughtfully after mulling it over.
âJust to play it safe, Iâll go to Wind City to find him personally. Even if it means dragging him back to Frant City.â
Hedda was a crucial piece of the puzzle, she had to make sure every step of the plan was executed without a hitch.
Edgar had promised the public and media a five day deadline.
And now, two days had already passed.
She planned to turn the situation around In three days, so there was no time to dilly dally.
âPatric, time and tide wait for none. Iâll pop over to Wind City tonight to fetch Chad.â Grace hoisted
åå her bag onto her shoulder.
âIn such a rush? Iâm not fond of private jets, so canât have you chauffeured.â
Patric was a little worried.
âNo need. Thereâs still a flight to Wind City in the evening. Iâll take a regular plane.â
As Grace Salen prepared, she continued, âMake sure you keep the ball rolling! Up the ante on the villaâs security!â
Patric watched her recede into the night, shaking his head.
âGot it, little girl! Youâre always in such a hurry.â
Sarah lounged in the bathtub filled to the brim with bubbles and roses, hoping to soak away the dayâs weariness.
Every now and then, sheâd check her phone for any new messages.
Since sheâd been dragged off Gravel Mountain by Elon earlier that day, sheâd been angry.
Despite knowing that her hired help would likely drop the ball after Patric and Edgar came storming in, her stubborn side still kept a vigil on her movements.
âMiss. Grammer, thereâs news. Grace appears to be making a beeline for a swanky hospital in Wind City. She left in a tearing hurry and is set to catch tonightâs flight.â
Sarah jerked up from her bath, scanning the message over and over, suspicion brewing.
While Abigail did get a shellacking, her injuries werenât a matter of life and death.
The experienced medics in Frant City would have been more than enough to patch her up.
Why then was Grace creating a hullabaloo, hotfooting it to a Wind City hospital in the dead of night?
She dialed up Nancy immediately but got zilch.
âGo wrong at a critical moment!â
Sarah, gnashing her teeth in frustration, tossed her phone aside, scrambled into her clothes, and made a beeline for the city hospital under cover of darkness.
The VIP ward, a haven of tranquility, was steeped in silence. After Sarah cleared her identity with the bodyguards posted outside, she slipped in quietly.
âWhyâs your phone off when Iâm trying to reach you?â
Sarah shot her an irked glance, âYou had me hoofing it over here in the middle of the night.â
âIâd been caught on a call by Edgar in the day. Since then, my phoneâs been bugged by his men. I had no other choice.â
After explaining, Nancy asked with a hint of desperation, âIs our plan still on track? No hitches, I hope?â
âNo kidding, that young lass can actually pull out some fancy ju-jitsu. Those loafers we sent stood no chance.â
The mention of this botched operation set Sarah very angry, âI had people dig into her itinerary. Turns out, sheâs heading to a hospital in Wind City tonight. Go d knows what sheâs up to.â
Nancy was equally puzzled upon hearing this.
âA hospital in Wind City? You sure your people didnât get their wires crossed?â
âWhat are you implying? The folks I employ are handpicked by the Grammer family. Their intel is
Entre a wil solid gold.â
Sarahâs face hardened.
âThen why would she go to a hospital in Wind City? Wait a second, hospital⦠a hospital in Wind City!â
As if a light bulb went off in her head, Nancy suddenly jolted, âYou need to send someone to the first VIP room on the fourth floor, check if Heddaâs still there! Quickly!â
âKeep your hair on! Iâm sorting it out.â
Sarah shot her a disdainful look before instructing Elon, as per Nancyâs words, to ascend to the
fourth floor.
A while later, Elon returned to Nancyâs ward with a grave look on his face.
âMiss. Mellis, Ms. Hedda is nowhere to be found.â
âI know it!â
Nancy paled, her grip tightening on the bedsheet corner, âWhat now? Itâs that bi tch Grace who mustâve whisked her away! If they trace that previous incident back to usâ¦â
But Sarah remained nonchalant.
âWhatâs with the jitters? Just need to find Hedda. Grace too, I wonât let her off the h ook that easily.â
Nancy was still restless, âYou make it sound like a cakewalk. Has she boarded the plane? Weâre out of options! If she indeed has a way to cure Hedda, what thenâ¦â
Cold dread crept up her spine, forbidding her to contemplate any further.
Seeing her in this state, Sarah rolled her eyes, âIâve already sent someone to suss it out. Thereâs still an hour and a half before sheâs scheduled to fly. Enough time for me to put a plan in motion.â
âIâm aware of her ju-jitsu skills. This time, Iâll recruit a few tough-as-nails hitters to quietly take care of her in the cabin. Then, whoâs left to rain on our parade?
With a gleam of triumph in her eyes, Sarah reached for her phone, ready to set things in motion.
âHold up!â
Nancy stopped her with a swift gesture, revealing a sly smile as she met Sarahâs questioning gaze.
âI might have someone even better up my sleeve!â