Demon CEO's Hidden Love: Mr Grayson Stole Me From My Abusive Husband-Chapter 78: The Phone Swap

The next day came by in a flash, and it was already almost time for her audition. Gilbert returned earlier that morning to see her off before returning to the hospital to stay with Mr Grayson.

"Gilbert, how is Mr Grayson doing?" Brooke asked nervously, she had decided not to think of other things but couldn’t help wanting to ask about him anyways.

The audition was in two hours and her driver was just finished loading her wheelchair into the back. Hannah had gone to her bedroom to quickly grab a makeup kit, to touch up Brooke’s makeup right before the audition.

Gilbert smiled naturally, "The doctors say that he’s made a speedy recovery, he’ll wake up in just a few hours."

"Really?" Her eyes lit up.

"Yes, that’s why I want to be at the hospital when he does. I’m sure Mr Grayson will hound me over your well-being the moment he wakes up." He informed her.

Brooke’s cheeks flushed, "You’re teasing me aren’t you?"

Gilbert wanted to tell her he was speaking from experience, but decided not to. He turned to leave, "I’ll be going in first, there’s still some things I need-"

Hannah came rushing back, "Miss Brooke, we can leave now-"

*Thud*

"Ah! What were you’re going old timer!" Hannah groaned, pressing her forehead with her palm.

Gilbert glared sharply at his things lying on the floor. He crouched down to pick them up, unaware that Hannah would do the same and both ended up bumping heads again!

Brooke held her forehead and closed her eyes, she could feel the impact from the collision from the car’s backseat.

"What are those glasses for?!" Hannah spat out, as she hurriedly picked her things off the floor. "You’re lucky miss Brooke is in a hurry, I wouldn’t have spared you so easily-"

"That’s my line." Gilbert inserted, picking up his phone, wallet and keys. "Just do your job and make sure she isn’t late." He scolded harshly, then went towards the house.

Watching him walk away, Hannah hissed and raised her middle finger, then she marched angrily to the car. Brooke watched them both, and couldn’t help but wonder why they acted so hostile towards each other.

It brought a small smile to her lips.

The drive to the venue took less than she expected, or rather she didn’t realize how swiftly time flew by because Hannah was helping her rehearse in the car the entire drive. They arrived at the less crowded venue, with about ten minutes to spare.

"Miss Brooke wait here, I’ll go check and see if you can go inside." Hannah said, stepping out of the car.

Brooke hastily took off her seatbelt, "If you’re going out I should come with you too-"

"Please, let me handle this. I want to do something to help you, unlike last time all I could do was watch everything happen." She spat out, still hung up over the last audition.

Brooke knew how guilty she felt, as her caretaker, and ended up giving in, "Alright. Thank you for taking care of me."

Hannah smiled, then left to check with the staff if Brooke could enter the building, which seemed to have been rented out for just the audition.

As soon as Hannah ran out to check, the driver piped up, "Miss Brooke, I’m going to buy something to eat across the street, do you want some too?"

Brooke shook her head, "You can go eat and don’t worry about me, it’s still early and I know you haven’t had any breakfast yet."

"Thank you Miss Brooke." He announced, then quickly rushed out to grab a quick bite.

Once he was gone, Brooke picked up her script to rehearse, but was cut off swiftly by the sound of a phone ring. She turned and noticed Hannah’s phone sitting next to her.

She picked it up, only to see the name ’Hannah’ light up the screen.

Was this not her phone?

The number called three times in a row. Brooke wanted to step out and get Hannah, but was reluctant to do something that could cause any more problems.

She only wanted a smooth audition.

Hence, she answered the phone.

"Hello-"

"Hannah! Send the driver to deliver my phone immediately! Master Grayson’s condition has greatly worsened! I need to call for the jet to take him out of the country tonight!" He yelled into the phone over the frantic chaos in the background.

Brooke’s heart raced.

"What’s wrong with Mr Grayson?" her voice whispered loudly into the phone, her eyes watered as she pictured him suffering on a hospital bed.

Too panicked to think straight, Gilbert scolded her, "Have you lost it?! I don’t have time to talk, send the phone immediately! His life is on the line!" He spat out then ended the call.

"What?" Her heart beat turned so loud she didn’t hear Hannah open the car door.

"Miss Brooke! What’s wrong?! You’re crying! Your make-up is ruined!" Hannah panicked, as soon as she sat down.

"Hannah! Gilbert just called, Mr Grayson is in trouble! Y-You have to help! Please!" She begged, passing the phone to Hannah.

"What?!" She picked up the phone and turned it on, only to see she had grabbed Gilbert’s phone earlier instead of her own.

"What did he say?" Hannah asked, too focused on Thane to figure things out. She looked at the empty front seat. "Where is the driver?!"

"H-He s-said his...his...life was i-in danger!" Brooke could barely breathe properly, as her tears choked up her words. "Please...please...please go to the hospital! He needs this phone!" She cried.

"Please save him!" Brooke begged, caring about nothing else but Thane.

Hannah who couldn’t understand fully what Brooke meant nodded and quickly left the car to get the driver.

Brooke watched her leave, her head a mess with all sorts of thoughts. She was so saddened by the news that her surroundings faded away, and she didn’t hear when one of the staff came out to get her.

"Miss! What do you think this is?! They’ve called for you twice already! Come out for your audition, now!" A middle aged woman holding a clipboard hollered, banging on the door of the car for Brooke to come out.