Substitute Her to Love You (Charlotte and Patrick)

Chapter 123

I hid myself in a hurry.

I was a little puzzled, wondering why Tracy, whom I hadn't seen just now, was here now.

Then I heard Tracy say, "I just inquired about it. My niece made a fuss, intending to jump off a building or something. So, Mom was irritated again. This time, she probably can't make it."

At this moment, I thought of what had happened before. Then I picked up my cell phone and began to film her.

Based on the phone call Tracy made last time, I knew that it was clear that Tracy was making a fake will.

If something indeed happened to Rosy, I wondered what would happen then.

Later, Tracy mentioned roughly the fake will over the phone, saying that the shares and the properties should be distributed in a fair way so that it wouldn't arouse others' suspicion.

In fact, neither of Tracy nor Jeremy was to my liking. However, in comparison, I hoped that Tracy could get more properties.

After Tracy hung up the phone, she left. And I went back to the in-patient department.

At this time, Rosy was still in ICU. And no one was outside.

Neither Tracy nor Jeremy was there.

It seemed that after Rosy was in a coma, they didn't even bother to put on a show.

However, soon, Tracy came. When she saw me, she didn't say anything. And she just stayed outside.

Thinking that Patrick was still in the hospital and that I would be embarrassed if I ran into him, I left first.

In the blink of an eye, it was Monday.

The notice about the design competition was issued on a relevant website.

To encourage everyone to sign up for the competition, the management of my company specifically mobilized us over the weekly meeting.

All the designers in the six decoration companies and several studios under Towering High's leadership would all take part in the design competition.

Although rules about the preliminary contest and intermediary contest were available, there weren't any rules about the final round at all.

But I had a vague feeling that Patrick surely would attend the final round in person.

Now I just wanted to be an ordinary employee under his charge. And I didn't want to have anything to do with him.

The amount of the total reward of this competition was up to one million dollars. And whoever made it to the final round would get a relative reward, which somewhat tempted me.

But I was just somewhat swayed.

After the meeting, all my colleagues were discussing the design competition. And I just went back to the company and continued to do my work.

Over lunch at noon...

Paulina specifically ran to the opposite side of me and asked me, "Charlotte, what kinds of works are you going to work on for the design competition?"

"I won't participate in it."

I answered her as I buried my head and had lunch.

She blinked her eyes and looked at me in disbelief, "What? Won't you participate in the contest?" "Yeah' "But there is a bonus! According to the hearsay, the highest reward seemed to be at 400,000 dollars! I thought that everyone in the company would take part in it."

Paulina seemed to be unconvinced by my words.

I looked up at her and gave her a wry smile, "Designers of so many companies and studios will all participate in the competition. Among them, there are many hidden talents. Even if I use all my skills, I don't think I can make it to the final round."

"But..."

Paulina seemed to want to say something further. But she felt that what I said was reasonable.

I went to see Rosy every day after getting off work.

She woke up on Monday and returned to an ordinary ward.

Because of her physical condition, her operation time was delayed for another four days and scheduled over the weekend.

On the day of her operation, I arrived at the hospital early.

As soon as I entered the ward, Rosy's eyes lit up when she saw me. Then she said happily, "Charlotte, you're here."

"Well, Grandma, how do you feel today?"

As I walked inside, I looked around. Rosy had been staying in a suite all the time. I looked around, only to see that no one else was in the ward except Olena, who was sitting by Rosy's bed and holding a bowl of porridge.

Neither Jeremy nor Tracy came.

Rosy took a sip of porridge and took a deep breath, "I am much better. The doctor has checked on me this morning."

"Well, that's good."

I nodded.

At that time, I thought Jeremy and Tracy would come soon.

But I stayed with Rosy in the ward for two hours without seeing them. When it was almost 10 a.m., a middle-aged doctor in a white coat came in and introduced himself to Rosy, "Hello, my name is Roger Conley. And I am your surgeon today."

"Hello, hello."

Rosy quickly greeted the doctor.

As they were chatting with each other, Roger asked Rosy about her dietary habits, her illness, and other things. After that, he had a rough understanding of Rosy's health condition.

After he was done with all of his questions, he nodded and said to Rosy, "Got it. I'll go and be prepared for it. Then a nurse will take you there."

"Okay."

Rosy nodded.

At that time, I was right beside her, holding her hand.

When I saw the doctor leave, I could feel that Rosy's hand was trembling slightly.

As soon as the doctor went out, she stuffed an envelope into my hand and said, "Charlotte, help me give this to the doctor."

I lowered my head and opened it, only to see a bank card in it.

Figuring out her meaning, I hurried out and caught up with Roger who had almost walked to an elevator.

I called him to the entrance of the stairwell and handed him the envelope, saying, "Doctor Roger, please help me with my grandmother's surgery."

He looked at the envelope in my hand, eyed it, and took it over. Then he put it in his pocket.

He rested assured me before leaving.

And I went back to accompany Rosy.

Soon, a nurse came. She checked Rosy's body temperature again, changed her bed, and pushed her out.

I followed her.

Lying on a mobile bed, Rosy grabbed my hand and looked at me with a sorrowful look on her face, "Charlotte, Grandma knows that I didn't care about you at all about what happened to Caroline last time. But I couldn't let Caroline jump down like that."

"Grandma, I know. And I am okay."

How could I blame Rosy?

Rosy sighed, "You've been wronged over these years. I don't know if I can make it up to you..."

I encouraged her, "Grandma, don't overthink it. You will fall asleep while doing surgery. Then it will be over."

As the mobile bed was at the door of the operation room, I was stopped by a nurse who was going to push Rosy's bed into the operating room. But Rosy pulled me and refused to let go.

I leaned over, hugged Rosy, and said, "Don't worry. Grandma. I'll wait for you outside."

Only then did Rosy let go of my hand.

After Rosy was in the operation room for a while, the light in the operating room was turned on. I sat at the door, feeling that I was in a mess in my heart.

About two hours later, Tracy came. And after another hour, Jeremy came.

They just sat at the door for a few minutes and then left.

I had been sitting at the door until two o'clock in the afternoon. By this time, almost five hours had passed since Rosy was pushed into the operation room.

But the operation was not over yet.

I was famished. As soon as I stood up, intending to go out for a meal, I saw a nurse running in my direction and shouting, "Get out of my way! Get out of my way!" Content provided by NôvelDrama.Org.

I hurried back and saw the nurse holding a plate containing various bags of blood in her hand.

She passed by me and rushed directly to the operation room not far away.

At this time, the door of the operation room opened a bit. And I saw a nurse was waiting inside.

The nurse took the plate over and closed the door. I rushed over and blocked the nurse who had sent blood here. And I asked her, "How's my grandmother's operation going?"