Chapter 2483

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Grant sat on the windowsill with his eyes closed, basking in the bright and warm sunlight.

His fair, refined features and chiseled jaw added a bewitching charm to him. If Bella had not known of his true nature, she too might have been thoroughly deceived by him.

"President Salvador." Bella walked up to him.

Grant slowly opened his eyes, lifted his chin, and met her gaze gently. "Ms. Thompson, are you ready to accept my suggestion?"

“Tell me the truth. Does this medicine have any side effects?" Bella's voice was hoarse, and the corners of her eyes tinged red as she continued, "I can't gamble with my father's life.”

Grant shook his head lightly. "I'm sorry, Ms. Thompson. I can only guarantee that your father will live. As for the rest, I can't promise you anything.”

Bella's slender fingers curled tightly.

"I know you don't trust me, but right now you have no other choice." Grant stared at her, his brown pupils like an unfathomable abyss. “Besides, my target has never been Chairman Thompson. Hurting him means nothing to me. Moreover, Chairman Thompson is your father. For your sake, I want him to get better too."

These pleasant words could not shake Bella's heart of steel.

"Then who is your target? Justin?" Bella asked coldly, refusing to acknowledge his sentiment.

"Justin is not my target. My target is the one who controls the Salvador Corporation."

Grant spoke evenly. "As long as he stays away from the Salvador Corporation and gives up the idea of being the heir, he and I can still be brothers."

Bella thought to herself, 'Yeah right, as if I'd believe that!'

She had no desire to speak with this man any further. His sanctimonious hypocrisy made every moment in his presence suffocating and nauseating.

But desperate times called for desperate measures. Aside from him, there was no one who could help Old Wyatt now.

She could only compromise, and she felt humiliated for it.

"Why don't you let Chairman Thompson try one course of treatment? You can see how things go, and if his condition improves, you can choose whether to continue or stop the treatment.”

Grant gazed at her intently, his voice low and warm. "It's all up to you."

A few hours after Grant left the hospital, someone delivered the medicine.

By evening, Mila and two other madams arrived at the hospital, and they too learned that Wyatt had taken the medicine Grant provided.

Everyone feared this might be some trap, but at the moment, there was no better option.

Not long after Wyatt took the medicine, all his physical indicators stabilized. However, his brain activity was unusually restless, and he still needed to remain under observation in the ICU.

“Dad...” Bella stood outside the ward watching her father, her eyes brimming with tears. Wyatt was now so thin he was unrecognizable.

Asher walked to her side, placing his large hand on her trembling shoulder. "Bella, don't be afraid. Dad is a blessed man. He will surely make it through this.”

After a pause, he spoke in a low voice, "Could you give me one pill? I want to.....”

Bella understood immediately. "Ash, you want to take it to Arnold for research, right?"

"Yes..."

Asher nodded, his chest aching with

each breath. "I really can't trust

Grant So I can only ask Arnold for hetp. I know he despises me and doesn't want to see me, but it's about Dad, I think he'll be willing." s

Bella added, "Director Cartman said that if not for this medicine, Dad would have remained in a coma for a while longer and might have been brain dead. The situation was е extremely critical But now, Dad's condition is temporarily stable. If he keeps taking this medication, there might be a chance he could wake up." s

Asher looked shocked. "Is the medicine that miraculous?"

Bella gave a bitter smile. “I'm shocked too. Although I hate Grant, I have to admit, when it comes to medicine, he's quite capable."

The siblings were silent for a

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moment before Asher suddenly said, "Oh, by the way, just now I saw Mila at the end of the corridor, on the phone with someone. She looked very serious. It seems something is on her mind. Go ask her about it later. I think Mila's mental state hasn't been very good lately because of Dad's illness." s

Bella nodded with concern. “Alright, I understand.”

Meanwhile, Mila had locked herself in the lounge, speaking on the phone with her personal bodyguard. "What do you mean you lost him?!"

"Sorry, Second Madam, I followed the car up the winding mountain road, but the terrain there is rough, and I'm not familiar with it. Plus, that man was driving extremely fast, so I lost him...”

“You've been following him for days and finally caught up, yet you drop the ball at the critical moment?!” Mila's voice burned with fury.

“I'm sorry, Madam. I'll keep tracking him!”

“Forget it. Next time, I'll go myself!"

Just as she finished speaking, there was a knock at the door, followed by Bella's voice, “Aunt Mila, can I come

in?"

Mila immediately hung up, walked over to open the door, and put on a faint smile. “Bella."