Devoted Love:The Billionaire's Precious Wife
Chapter 689

Chapter 689: Chapter 689

"Ms. Rose will know what to do. I’ll go fetch her!"

The servant had barely taken a step when Serena’s sharp voice cut through, "By the time you’re done running around, Grandpa’s either going to be in agony or frozen stiff. Let’s see if he can stand up first. We can talk about everything else back inside!"

The last thing she wanted was to lose face in front of Rose, and she certainly didn’t want Rose stealing the spotlight!

"I’m fine." Darren didn’t want his granddaughter to worry. He tried to stand, grimacing with the sharp pain in his back, groaning several times before, but with the help of his granddaughter and the servant, he managed to get on his feet.

In the study.

Bard spoke softly to the girl before him, "How did you find evidence about all those past incidents?"

Some of these things happened months or even years ago, yet Rosemary had managed to uncover evidence of Calvin and Arlen’s schemes against her grandparents. It was no small feat.

"It was actually something I overheard from your staff. Only a few people knew about my grandparents’ travel plans. I had them list those people and started looking into them. Eventually, I cracked Mr. Clarence’s phone, exported his chat logs with others, and traced the connections from there."

"You know how to crack into people’s phones?" Bard was surprised but nodded in acknowledgment. "Makes sense. If you can tamper with multiple security systems, what’s a single phone to you?"

Bard laughed. "Rose, you keep impressing me. You’re going places, kid."

"You flatter me, Uncle Bard."

"How was Grandpa’s mood in the OR last night?" Bard couldn’t help but ask with concern.

"Disappointed, heartbroken, and furious," Rosemary summarized succinctly. "But he came to terms with it later."

"That’s good to hear." Bard sighed in relief. "I was worried about his emotional swings causing more health issues when he called you to his room last night."

"He was indeed unwell, with a headache and feeling irritable. I gave him some acupuncture, and he fell asleep after that."

"Thank goodness for you." Bard looked appreciatively at the girl before him. "You’ve had to carry so much on your slender shoulders lately. This family owes you a lot, and yet we still lean on you."

"You’re too kind, Uncle Bard. I’m happy to contribute to the family."

"Now that things have settled, once I wrap up a few loose ends, I’ll take you out for some fun."

Rosemary smiled. "No need, Uncle Bard. You should spend time with Aunt Eunice when you’re free. Romeo will take me out."

At the mention of Romeo, Bard paused, then smiled. "Ah, you’ve got plans with that young man, huh? Here I am holding you up from your date. Go on then, enjoy your day with him. Don’t worry about us. I’ll make sure Grandpa is well taken care of."

"With you and Aunt Eunice here, I’m not worried." Rosemary beamed. "If there’s nothing else, I should get going."

She didn’t want to keep Romeo waiting.

"Alright, have fun," Bard said warmly, watching her. "And bring Romeo by sometime. I’d like to meet him, see how he treats you. Your wedding’s just around the corner."

Rosemary cut him off before he could finish. "That’s jumping the gun."

"You’re practically engaged, and he’s chased you from Solterra to Dawnstar. How’s that jumping the gun? If you say the word, I bet it’ll be a done deal in no time," Bard laughed heartily.

"You’re just teasing me now, Uncle Bard. I’m off." Rosemary wasn’t aware of the bashful, sweet smile spreading across her face as she spoke.

It was the first time Bard saw his niece with such an expression, and his smile deepened, watching her leave and thinking to himself, "That McMillian lad is one lucky guy to have such an outstanding partner."

After heading downstairs, Rosemary sent Romeo her location. Before she could ask him to come over, he immediately texted back,

[I’ll be there in twenty minutes.]

A smile curled on Rosemary’s lips.

[No rush, I still need to check on Grandpa.]

Grandpa was fine, and only then could she leave the house with peace of mind.

Romeo replied,

[Sure thing, take your time.]

As Rosemary approached Darren’s bedroom door, she caught a whiff of that distinct smell of liniment — a clear sign that something was amiss. A housemaid, likely not expecting Rosemary’s sudden appearance, paled at the sight of her.

"Ms. Rose —"

"Grandpa got hurt? Is that liniment I smell?"

Hearing Rosemary’s question, the maid bent deeply, clearly terrified. "Yes, Mr. Darren had a fall."

Without hesitation, Rosemary hurried inside.

Meanwhile, Eunice, who had not yet finished her phone call, rushed over from the third-floor bay window where she had a clear view of Serena coaxing Darren to pick up the pace, which unfortunately led to his fall.

Following close behind Rosemary, Eunice entered the room, her expression grim.

The maid knew the incident couldn’t be kept secret any longer. Although Serena had strictly ordered her not to breathe a word about what had happened, if Ms. Rose were to find out somehow and the maid hadn’t reported it, she’d face severe repercussions.

With that in mind, the maid bit her lip and dashed upstairs to find Darren.

Rosemary quickly moved forward, passing through the living room to reach the master bedroom. There, she immediately saw Darren lying in bed, his expression twisted in pain, with Serena sitting beside him, seemingly at a loss for what to do.

"Grandpa, did you fall? What happened?" Rosemary rushed to his side, noting his clothes were still damp.

"Rose, you’re here." Darren winced in pain, unable to move. "I just had a bit of a tumble."

"Did you fall outside?"

Rosemary’s question caught Darren off-guard. "How did you know?"

"Your clothes are soaked, and it’s so cold outside. What were you doing out there?" As she spoke, Rosemary turned to Serena. "His clothes are this wet, and you saw it. Why didn’t you get someone to change him?"

"He said he was in pain, so we didn’t dare move him."

Afraid that moving him might cause a bone to shift or lead to more trouble.

"It’s nothing. I just went for a walk." Darren grimaced; the pain was too much to bear.

Rosemary gently touched the area. "Is it here where it hurts?"

"Yes, yes, it’s very sore." Darren contorted his face in agony.

"Let’s have a look."

Rosemary carefully lifted his shirt, and even this slight movement made Darren gasp in pain.

"Does it hurt here?" Rosemary touched gently and asked again.

"It hurts."

"And here?" Rosemary watched Darren’s reaction closely.

"So sore."