Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 246

Chapter 246: Chapter 246

Attlee, worried it might trigger her illness, quickly said, "Alright, we’re leaving; don’t get angry. There’s still breakfast in that bag; you can have it later."

"If you guys don’t leave, I’m going to call someone! Take your stuff and get out!"

"Okay, okay." Attlee quickly helped Olga up, signaling her to leave.

Olga gave him a dirty look. Why should they leave? The issue wasn’t resolved; they needed Grace’s help. Otherwise, that girl, Rosemary, won’t drop the lawsuit; she won’t go all in like before.

They were just begging Grace in tears, wasting a lot of precious breakfast. They needed to fix this today.

Otherwise, it’s a mega loss!

"Let’s go!" Attlee grabbed her hand and forced her to leave.

As soon as they stepped out of the room, Olga couldn’t help but shake off his hand, scolding him, "What are you doing? If Grace agrees, maybe Rose would even give us LY or even let us plot for a position to become nominal shareholders. Wouldn’t that be a better deal?"

"Didn’t you see how pissed she was?" Attlee glanced at the hospital door and helplessly said, "Let’s go; we’ll figure something out when we get back."

"I really don’t get it; has Grace gone senile? Favoring a stranger over her own family," Olga couldn’t understand: What’s so great about that girl, Rosemary?

Besides being sort of pretty and having some power and money, her aloof personality and inner wildness were simply not appealing.

"We can visit her more in the future; she’s soft–hearted, and she’ll agree eventually. The woman today, though..." Attlee thought of the woman who was sitting by the bed talking to Grace this morning.

Who the hell was she?

What did she say to the old lady?

Why did she leave as soon as she saw them?

Were there any secrets she didn’t want them to know?

"That’s easy," Olga took out her phone, dialed a number, and ordered, "Help me find someone. A woman who left Hope Hospital room 301 at seven–thirty this morning, about twenty–six or seven, with short hair, glasses, and professional attire. Find her and bring her to the place I specify; I’ll handle her personally."

That woman didn’t even look at them in Grace’s room, didn’t say who she was when asked, and just left!

They can’t do anything to Grace, but the people around her—they can teach them a lesson!

On the other hand, they sent a lot of valuable jewelry.

This year, she made a medicinal pouch for the old lady to hang by her bed to aid sleep.

She handmade the pouch, filled it with rare herbs, and then stitched it up.

"This is the most expensive medicinal pouch I’ve ever seen." Her assistant couldn’t help but exclaim while watching her busy figure. "Even her own sons aren’t as devoted as you. Not to mention making a pouch like you; they wouldn’t even buy one if asked, believe it or not."

"Stop bothering me." Rosemary couldn’t stand his chatter, sealed the pouch, and made a bunch of medicinal packages for Grace, which could be soaked in water for a foot bath before bed.

Not only did she make the pouch and medicinal packages, but she also designed a massager herself.

Most massage devices on the market were of the microcurrent type, but many people weren’t really into that. They preferred the traditional massage method instead. Although a lot of manufacturers claimed their products use physical massage, only the one she made could truly emulate human hand kneading.

The massage device she designed felt like real hands massaging shoulders. She spent several days of her free time tweaking and improving it bit by bit.

Her assistant, seeing that she finally finished, couldn’t help but reach out and say, "Boss, can I give it a whirl?"

Rosemary gave him a glare, and he immediately got the message, withdrawing his hand.

He thought to himself, ’Man, the boss’s glare is intense. If you didn’t know better, you’d think he was reaching for her life, not a massage device.’

"Boss, are we selling this on the market? It feels really nice to use."

"It’s for the old lady." Her response indicated that this product wasn’t for public sale.

The massage device had various functions, like heat therapy, finger massage, etc.

Just then, Rosemary’s phone started vibrating. She glanced at it and saw that it was a call from Grandpa Alberto.

"Grandpa," she put in her earphones, tapped to answer, and continued with her work.

"What are you up to, kid?" Alberto Rollins’ voice came through from the other side.

Even though it was through a call, Rosemary could imagine him—lively and full of energy.

She told him what she was doing: "I’m making a sleep aid sachet, some herbal packs for foot baths, and a massage device."

"Can I have some too?" Alberto especially liked her inventions, finding them very useful. Like the pills she gave him last time, they really helped clear his mind and boost his energy.

Rosemary agreed quickly: "The herbs, sure. But not the massage device; I just don’t have the time to make another one. You could buy one from the market."

"You little scamp," Alberto chuckled. Many people wanted to give him gifts, but this kid wasn’t so willing.

"Has your Granny taken the medicine six times now? Can she have the surgery in a few days?" This was what Alberto cared about the most.

"Yep, that’s correct."

Thanks to the medicine, she wasn’t as weak as before; at least she could lie on the operating table steadily, which put Rosemary at ease for the surgery.

"How sure are you?" Grandpa Alberto asked.

Rosemary chuckled. "If you don’t trust my medical skills, how about letting Grandpa James do the surgery?"

"I don’t want that old fart to operate! He’s so old, his eyes are probably blurry. He probably can’t even tell where the heart is. I’d rather you do it; I’d feel safer."

Rosemary laughed even harder. "I know you care a lot about Granny; it’s just that you can’t show it publicly."

"I heard from you that your Granny doesn’t want to live with her son and daughter–in–law after she’s discharged."

"Yes, she has a few houses of her own; she just hasn’t decided which one to live in yet and hasn’t had anyone clean them."

"That’s easy; just tell me the address when the time comes, and I’ll send people to clean it! If she doesn’t want to be disturbed, she can live in your house or mine, as long as she’s comfortable. No matter what type or style she likes, we can accommodate her! Feel free to pick."