Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 167

Chapter 167: Chapter 167

"If we sell the company’s shares, it’ll be taken over by outsiders! Do you really want strangers to run our company?"

Grace casually replied, "Well, what else can we do? If you’re incapable of running the business properly, it’s better to hand it over sooner rather than later to prevent bankruptcy. If I die, I won’t be able to explain this to the ancestors of the Harris family."

Perhaps not expecting Grace to respond this way, Attlee and Olga felt uneasy.

"I’ve been capable of running this company all these years, you know that. It’s just a tough economic climate now."

Before Attlee could finish, Grace laughed, "Is it really the economy? Did you not notice that our luck has run dry since you sent Rose away? You kicked out our goddess of fortune, and you don’t even

realize it."

"Don’t get too upset, your health is important."

Attlee quickly tried to soothe her: "Olga and I holding shares means we can continue to manage the company as major shareholders; this would take some pressure off you, and we can make more

money to take care of you. Plus, the company won’t be taken over by other shareholders, and we can solve our current predicament. Isn’t that a win–win?"

He repeated to Grace what Olga had previously said.

"If we could solve our current predicament, we wouldn’t need your shares, right? But we are out of options; it’s a last resort. And if the company goes bankrupt, even if we have loads of shares, they would be worthless!"

Grace understood his point and gave a cold laugh, saying, "I’m not helping you."

Upon hearing this, Attlee became more anxious: "You may not be aware of the current state of the company; even the factories have been closed down. If this continues, our company will really go

bankrupt!"

"Well, you made your bed; now lie in it!" Grace retorted angrily, "You’re nowhere to be seen normally, but now that you need a favor, you remember me?" "We’ve been very busy with all the things happening in the company recently; it’s not like we deliberately avoided you." Attlee tried to persuade her with more words. But Grace had made up her mind: "If you really cared about me, you wouldn’t have sent Rose away behind my back when I was seriously ill, separating me from my granddaughter!"

At this, Olga couldn’t hold back any longer. "But Yoli is your real granddaughter! Why are you only!seeing Rose? She’s not even our blood relative!".

"So what!" Grace snapped back, "You’re not even as good to me as she is! Do you know how much she’s sacrificed for this family?"

"How have we not been good to you? Have we not sacrificed anything?"

Olga was furious. Grace was really good at twisting the truth. Yoli had prepared so many gifts for her today; wasn’t that a sign of goodwill? Where did they go wrong?

They’ve been working hard running the company and taking care of the family all these years; didn’t.they sacrifice anything?

Was Grace blind to their efforts?

Seeing them start to argue, Attlee hurriedly tried to mediate: "Alright, everyone calm down."

"I’m not giving up any shares!" Grace was angry and coughed a few times before adding, "Not just shares; my house, car, savings–I’m not giving up anything! Get

out."

Just as Attlee was about to speak, he was cut off by her angry roar: "All of you, get out!"

Olga wasn’t satisfied and angrily questioned her, "Are you not showing your money now because you want to leave it to Rosemary?"

"Who I want to leave my money to is my business, none of yours! If you don’t leave, I’ll call for help!"

Seeing Grace’s explosive temper and her incessant cough, Attlee quickly dragged Olga out of the room.

"Don’t yell at her, if you annoy her to the point of something bad happening, we won’t get a single thing!"

"How’s that possible?" A vicious glint flashed in Olga’s eyes. "Isn’t it right and lawful for you, her only son, to inherit her wealth after Grace passes away?"

She wished Grace would just die already, so she wouldn’t have to keep coming to the hospital.

Olga thought about it and found it to make sense.

She must not let Rosemary get the upper hand!

"Let’s go," Attlee, holding Olga’s hand, sighed. "We’ll come back when Grace has cooled down."

"Stop dragging me."

After a few steps, they noticed Yolanda was still standing there, her eyes filled with tears of grievance.

Attlee turned back, puzzled. "Yoli, what’s wrong?"

Yolanda’s tears finally fell as she said pitifully, "Grannie Grace only has Rose in her heart. Is it because I haven’t been doing enough to win Grannie Grace’s favor? Dad, I’m sorry, I’ve embarrassed you."

Her voice was thick with the urge to cry.

Attlee’s heart ached, and he went over to comfort her. "It’s not your fault; you’ve been doing great. Rose must have used some tricks."

She must be buttering up Grace a lot; old folks love kids who do that!

"We’re busy and haven’t been coming here; that gave her the chance." That’s what Attlee thought. Yolanda, her eyes filled with tears, asked innocently, "So, if I learn from Rosemary, visit Grannie Grace

often. Even if Grannie Grace scolds or hits me, I’ll bear it silently. Will Grannie Grace like me then? If so, I’ll come every day!"

"Why would you ever want to learn from Rosemary? She’s not worth a hair on your head!" Olga stepped forward, taking her hand. "Let’s go home; we’ll have someone cook you something nice."

"We can’t go home yet; I have an idea." Attlee suddenly whispered something in Olga’s ear.

Just as Rosemary arrived at the office entrance, a group of people rushed up to her.

"Ms. Rose, hello, I’m the assistant to Tracy, the vice president of the Solterra Fashion Association, and a renowned designer. Do you have a moment to listen to what I have to say?"

The speaker was a twenty–something girl who looked fresh out of college, still carrying a youthful innocence.

"Go ahead." Rose responded calmly, her expression unchanging.

The girl was taken aback; normally, hearing of Tracy’s position would have shocked her.

But Rosemary’s reaction was so casual, as if she had met even more important designers.

Feeling awkward, the assistant quickly explained her purpose. "Actually, when you were accompanying Designer Molly to the National Design Competition, Tracy noticed your talent. She thinks it’s a waste for you to be just a small assistant and wants to personally mentor you to make a name for yourself in the design industry! Are you interested?"