Filthy rich werewolves by Taylor Caine

Chapter 214

Terrence immediately turned around and headed for the hospital.

When Jason arrived at the hospital, they were still rescuing his grandfather. Jason stood outside the

emergency room with an indescribably complicated feeling.

No matter how strong a man or wolf was, he would still struggle at such times as death approached.

The ability to shift and heal and regenerate… that weakened toward the end of one’s lifetime.

In his eyes, his grandfather was strong, cruel, and cold. It seemed that he was only affectionate to his

son who had lived a short life.

Everyone else seemed to be just pawns to him, including him, his grandson!

The Old Alpha only regarded him as the future successor of the Reed pack all this time, not as his

grandson. In fact, there was no grandfather and grandson bond between them.

Two hours passed before the door of the emergency room opened. "We've managed to save him. But

Master Reed is old, and he had undergone a few operations previously. Now it's just a matter of how

long we can drag this out. At best, maybe a few years. At worst, maybe a few months," the doctor said

to Jason after he came out from the emergency room.

Jason naturally understood.

No amount of money could control birth, age, illness, and death.

This wolf was old. His life had been rich and steeped in the power and wealth he’d amassed.

His grandfather was sent to the intensive care unit for post-operative observation.

Two days later, the old Alpha Reed was taken out of the intensive care unit, and Jason finally met him

face to face.

"I heard you were waiting outside the emergency room when I was being rescued?" he asked, but his

voice was lighter than ever. It was laced with helplessness.

“Yup," Jason answered dryly. This content © Nôv/elDr(a)m/a.Org.

"It must have been hard for you to stay outside the ward for an old man like me," Master Reed said.

Jason looked at the old man dimly. "Grandfather, you got someone to send word to me about how you

wanted to see me. Surely you're not just telling me this."

Master Reed got the nurse to help him drink two gulps water and asked everyone else in the ward to

leave before looking at Jason. "I've checked that woman called Grace. A woman like her does not suit

you. Just pick any high-born female from one of the ranking packs. There are at least fifty eligible ones

within our own pack Reed."

"It's not Grandfather who decides whether someone suits me or not. Only I can do that," Jason

answered directly.

The grandfather and grandson looked at each other, seemingly filling the air with tension.

After a while, Master Reed finally coughed twice and sighed. He was old and had cultivated his

grandson into a qualified heir. However, he found that his grandson's growth was far beyond his

imagination.

Now that the beast had matured, he could not be the man to control it.

"You think she suits you?" Master Reed asked quietly.

"Does it matter?" Jason did not answer the question but asked.

Grandfather's face seemed to take on a ghastly expression. "Then tell me honestly, do you love her?"

His old, muddy eyes were fixed on his grandson.

Jason met his eyes. He would have said ‘no’ before. Since a very young age, he knew that love hurt,

so he had never intended to fall in love with anyone.

Now... The words seemed to have a hard time coming out of his mouth.

It was as if unconsciously, that woman was becoming more and more important to him. Even after she

had rejected him once, he continued to interact with her as if... he was reluctant to part with her

completely.

"I don't know," Jason replied. He knew that his grandfather never wanted him to give his love to a

woman. To him, women were just tools to carry on the Reed family line.