Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 243

Chapter 243: Chapter 243

He was itching to say something, even if they disliked or looked down on him.

But the lobby manager and some waitstaff blocked his way; clearly, they didn’t want Attlee and Olga to approach.

The Collins family was not your average rich family.

Take the Panter family, for instance; they outdo the Harris family in many aspects. But all members of the Panter family combined don’t have the same vibe as Louisa alone.

Louisa’s elegance and nobility, etched by time, and the superiority shining in her eye that’s not something everyone can pull off.

"How come they’re not bankrupt yet? And they’re still in the mood to host dinners?"

Louisa left the restaurant with a trace of displeasure on her delicate face. Kenneth comforted her affectionately, saying, "Soon. Their company is now an empty shell; I reckon tonight’s banquet is them putting on a brave face."

The Harris family now had no partners and no capital turnover; they were in chaos.

Just looking at Attlee tonight, he seemed to have aged considerably. The passion in his eyes had evaporated, replaced by decay and loss.

"When did these nobodies start to bother you? If need be, I can have someone deal with them."

Beverly, standing beside, revealed a noblewoman’s smile, speaking softly, "We don’t need to get upset over these nobodies; it’ll just age us."

In the eyes of the true elites, these nobodies weren’t worth mentioning.

Lucas, standing beside her, mocked, "Isn’t our Rose the only one who aced this year’s college entrance exam? That family just held a banquet, hanging a banner saying their daughter did well in the college entrance exam and has a promising future. If you didn’t know any better, you’d think they were so great. Just a small family, flaunting the slightest accomplishment."

They didn’t know that the real strong ones kept a low profile.

Their perspective was so narrow.

"Enough about them. Be careful on your way home."

Hearing Louisa say this, Beverly turned to Serena, asking affectionately, "Serena, would you like to come shopping with us and pick out a new dress?"

Serena was so anxious she was stomping her foot. "I really didn’t hit Alma! I didn’t hit anyone over a dress; no, I didn’t lift a finger!"

"Look at this child, all worked up."

Beverly couldn’t help but laugh, looking at Serena with a pleasant expression and saying, "Alright, I’m not blaming you. Since you don’t want the dress, I’ll get you something else next time. We can hang out some other time."

"But listen."

Before Serena could explain, she heard Lucas laughing: "Our whole family loves Rose; we should get together more often; let us see more of her."

Seeing their chauffeur drive up, Lucas opened the car door for his wife and kids, then exchanged some pleasantries before leaving.

Seeing them leave, Serena was really anxious since no one was listening to her explanation: "Mom, Dad, I really didn’t hit her!"

"Alright, we’ll talk about this at home." Kenneth soothed.

"If it weren’t for Rose’s gratitude towards Grace, I’d really want to wipe them all out in one fell swoop!"

A touch of discontent appeared on Louisa’s face; she was talking about the Harris family. "Don’t tell Rose about what just happened; I don’t want her to feel disgusted."

"Alright, your wish is my command," Kenneth laughed.

Louisa was about to get in the car, then she seemed to ponder something, suddenly turning back and saying, "Mess with them some more."

If she can’t take them down in one shot, then just chip away at them little by little. Whatever, don’t let them live comfortably.

They’ve been bullying Rose for so many years. Who would put up with that?

"No problem," Kenneth agreed instantly.

The next morning.

Attlee and Olga, loaded with all sorts of gifts, arrived at Hope Hospital’s Room 301.

As soon as they opened the door, they saw Grace chatting with a strange woman.

The stranger was sitting by the bed, looking like a secretary, stern-faced and professional, seemingly agreeing with whatever Grace was saying.

"Mom, you’re awake? Who’s this?" Olga was instantly curious and wary of this stranger as soon as she stepped into the room.

It was only half past seven in the morning, and this woman had come so early. What was she discussing with Grace?

Upon seeing them, the stranger immediately stood up and politely said to Grace, "If there’s nothing else, I’ll be going now."

"Okay," Grace answered simply.

Seeing them come in with a mountain of gifts, her face instantly turned serious. "Why are you here? Get out!"

"Mom, you haven’t told us who this person is."

Olga only wanted to know the stranger’s identity. What was her relationship with Grace? What was she doing for Grace? Was it related to the will?

With these thoughts, she immediately blocked the stranger’s exit, smiling as she asked, "Are you a relative of ours or someone else? I’m sorry, but I don’t think I’ve seen you before."

The stranger did not answer her question, only politely saying, "I’m sorry, could you please let me pass?"

With no intention of backing down, Olga was getting a bit pissed. It looked like the woman didn’t take her seriously at all.

Seeing that Olga wouldn’t give way, the stranger forced her way past and exited the room, shutting the door behind her.

This made Olga even more pissed. The woman’s manners and attitude were just plain awful! She’ll show her!

"Mom, you didn’t buy insurance, did you?"

Attlee asked when he saw the woman in the black suit. She looked a bit like an insurance agent.

"Ha, you all wish I’d kick the bucket sooner! Even if I gave all my property away after I die, I wouldn’t leave you a penny!"

Grace said, coughing a few times in anger. She coldly added, "What did you come for this time? To take my phone, my bracelet, or the flowers made of gems?"

Last time, Olga took advantage of her fainting to take all the things Rose had given her, which had made her condition worse.

Luckily, Rose had managed to get everything back, and she even bought her some expensive medicine. Otherwise, she might already be six feet under.

They’d have to visit her at her grave, then!

"Mom, how could we dare to steal your things?"

Olga put on an innocent face. "Last time, we saw you faint and were worried that your valuable items would be stolen, so we kindly helped you keep them safe, but you misunderstood our good intentions and let Rose make a scene at our place. I fell down and twisted my waist because of it, and I couldn’t get out of bed for days."

"Serves you right," Grace replied expressionlessly, adding sarcastically, "Aren’t you the thieves at home? Real thieves would feel inadequate in front of you."

Despite her discomfort, Olga still put out the breakfast one by one.

"Mom, you’re joking again! We asked the nurses last night, and they said you could eat these for breakfast. Why don’t you eat a bit first?"

Ever since last time, when she saw their true colors, Grace had grown even more disgusted with them.

Right now, she glanced coldly at the breakfast on the table.

"Take it away."

She was thinking, ’They might have poisoned the food!’