Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife-Chapter 681

On the way to the hospital

Calvin tried calling another group of his guys, but nobody was picking up. ƒreeωebnovel.ƈom

His face set in a grim line, he mulled over, "The fellas I sent to surround the estate— not a single one’s answering. Odds are, Bard’s got them all cooped up there."

"Calvin, look at it this way, it might actually be a good thing," he reasoned. "I sent at least a couple of hundred guys. Bard’s gotta spare a fair number of his own to keep an eye on them. This means he’s short on manpower.

Tonight’s our best shot!"

A flash of hatred crossed Calvin’s eyes. "No matter what, we can’t afford to screw this up!"

Inside the hospital

Eunice sat on a bench in the corridor, her expression heavy with worry.

The elevator dinged open, and out stepped Calvin with Arlen in tow.

"Eunice, why are you all by your lonesome? Where’s Bard?" Arlen asked with feigned concern.

Eunice lifted her sorrowful eyes. "Arlen, what brings you here? Calvin, did you know Arlen’s come too?"

"Your dad’s in there, and to tell you the truth, we share some of the blame." Calvin pretended to be remorseful. "Couldn’t sleep a wink, so we came to check on him."

"Well, isn’t that a surprise. I thought Calvin has no conscience, but seeing him now, I guess he’s not totally heartless."

Calvin’s face darkened, but he lowered his voice and said, "I know you’re mad, and tonight, I was out of line. I scared you, left a bad impression. I’m here to apologize. I agree to those terms you and Arlen set. We’ll go home and discuss it with our better halves."

Calvin and Arlen quickly chimed in, "Right, absolutely. We’ll get back to you with an answer that’ll satisfy you."

Out of the blue, Eunice said, "You guys agree so quickly, it almost seems fishy."

"Now, now, kiddo, we’re your elders, after all. We wouldn’t trick you, one of the younger generation," Arlen hurriedly said. "Besides, you have Bard by your side. Who would dare to deceive you?"

"When can I expect a decision?" Eunice seemed somewhat convinced.

"By sunrise tomorrow, I swear to you, we’ll persuade Teresa and Bess to transfer all their shares into your name!"

"Is it a deal?"

"It’s a deal!"

Just then, a voice carried over: "What’s this about making a deal?"

"Bard." All the elders turned, and upon seeing this young upstart, couldn’t help but feel a bit intimidated.

Arlen was the first to express concern, "Bard, how’s your dad doing?"

"You seemed to forget that my dad is in there because of every single person here. What are you all doing here? Think he’s not sick enough? Want to give him another scare?"

"Bard, tonight was a misunderstanding, ask Eunice. Your dad and I are brothers. Seeing him in there, it hurts me too," Arlen said somberly.

Calvin’s tone carried a similar weight. "Just the thought of your dad suffering in there, we can’t sit still. We had to see him with our own eyes to settle our minds."

In the operating room

Darren and Rosemary clinked their soda cans together in a secret toast. They sat sprawled on the floor, sipping their drinks and savoring the crispy fried chicken.

"This chicken is spot-on—crunchy on the outside, tender on the inside. If we only had some barbecue skewers to go along with it..."

Rosemary couldn’t help but chuckle. "Grandpa, you’re just on the mend. It’s best to stick to lighter fare for now. Besides, BBQ skewers are too aromatic. The folks outside will sniff us out in no time."

Even with the windows cracked open, the aroma of fried chicken seemed to fill the entire recovery room. Skewers would definitely give the game away.

"You’re right, Rose. Skewers might be too much. The chicken is perfect. I’m more than content with this," Darren conceded with a smile.

He picked out a particularly plump piece and handed it to her. "Here, Rose, this one’s meaty. Take it. You’re too thin. You need to eat more."

Rosemary accepted it with a grin. She loved eating meat but never seemed to gain weight—perhaps because of her fondness for teas and lemon water.

"To think that our first meal together would be in a place like this. It’s certainly memorable."

Darren wolfed down the chicken, his mood souring as he thought about the backstabbers outside.

Sensing her grandfather’s shift in mood, Rosemary offered comfort. "It’s painful to face the truth, but it’s better than being kept in the dark. You’ve supported them for years out of brotherly love, Grandpa, but what they’re after is your life and your fortune."

As she spoke, Rosemary pulled out her smartphone. "Let me add you on WhatsApp, Grandpa."

"Alright, alright," Darren’s spirits lifted as he fished out his own phone. "Should I scan your code, or do you want to scan mine?"

Amused that her grandfather was so tech-savvy, Rosemary replied, "Either works."

"I’ll scan yours." After adding each other on WhatsApp and Rosemary’s approval, Darren set her contact name to "Sweetie Rose."

Rosemary sent him a file. "I copied all the chat records from Mr. Clarence’s phone at the Arlen residence and monitored his mobile. They’re plotting something for tonight. And those close calls you and Grandma had—all linked to them. I’ve sorted the evidence somewhat. Consider it an accompaniment to your meal. But don’t get too worked up over it. Your health is what’s important."

Darren was amazed at his granddaughter’s prowess, to have gathered so much evidence.

He had suspected his close encounters were linked to those around him but had no proof—until now.

After reviewing all the material, he chugged his soft drink and then opened a surveillance video Eunice had sent him from earlier in the car.

"As a junior, he’s not even attending Arlen’s birthday bash. Does he have any respect for us elders? Who does he think he is?"

"You’re not afraid to die, following in your husband’s footsteps, that’s your choice. But this young lady beside you—she’s innocent. Barely found her way back to us, never tasted the high life, and now gone."

The more Darren listened, the more he felt a thunderous rage. Behind his back, his brothers wore such masks!

They not only plotted against his son’s life—causing his plane to explode—but they also pressured Eunice to hand over all her shares and assets to them, even bullying his granddaughter.

"In these families, what weight does kinship hold?"

"Out of respect for our familial bonds, we’ll spare his life. He’s basked in success for half his life; it’s time he sees how we shine. Especially after his oh-so-prized eldest son’s demise. What comes next? I can almost taste his despair."

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