?<strong>Chapter 508:</strong>


    This time, his heart condition genuinely red up, manifesting the severity of his distress. He leaned against the table for support, but his strength waned, and he gradually sumbed to gravity, falling backward with his eyes closed.


    “Grandpa!”


    Fortunately, Stephen was rushed to the hospital in time, ensuring that medical intervention was administered promptly. The Finch family, upon receiving the rming news, hastened to the hospital.


    Delmor Finch, Fred’s father, discovered that Stephen’s copse had urred shortly after his phone conversation with Adrian. The Finch family was acutely aware of the true instigator behind the unfolding cmity.


    M, gripped by overwhelming fear, found herself unable to lift her head beneath the weight of everyone’s scrutinizing gaze.


    “Do you realize the trouble you’ve caused?” Delmor, in a surge of anger, raised his hand with the intent to strike M, but was intercepted by his wife and son. It was the first instance in Delmor’s life that he had ever attempted to strike his child, and the sheer shock of it caused M to break down into uncontroble tears.


    “I didn’t expect this. It’s all Adrian’s fault! He’s the one who agitated Grandpa!”


    Delmor growled with simmering frustration, “Had you not pestered him, do you truly think your grandpa would have gone out of his way to confront Adrian?”


    M clutched at Gracie’s sleeve.


    “Gracie, please help me…”


    “Please, let’s not argue. At this moment, Stephen’s condition is our paramount concern,” Gracie said.


    Delmor momentarily restrained his fury, pointing at M as he dered, “If your grandpa manages to pull through, I’ll let you go. However…”


    M recoiled, retreating further behind Gracie.


    “If anything happens to your grandpa, just wait and see! I will expel you from this family!” Delmor added.


    No one dared to utter another word, and the family remained ensconced in an eerie silence outside the operating room, so hushed that even the sound of their breathing was scarcely perceptible.


    Two hourster, Stephen was wheeled out.


    The anesthesia had yet to wear offpletely, and his pallor was far from reassuring. When Stephen finally regained consciousness, the first light of dawn had already graced the horizon, heralding a new day.


    The moment he opened his eyes, he told his family, “From this point forward, our family and the Miller family shall sever all ties!” In his fragile condition, not a single member of the family dared to voice dissent.


    Stephen then called M to his bedside.


    “M, I’ve chosen a good man for you. His family is affluent, and he possesses impable character. I can rest assured in entrusting you to their care!”


    It was only then that Mprehended the magnitude of her error, believing she could rival Joelle due to her grandfather’s favoritism.


    Actually, why should shepete with Joelle in the first ce? Joelle had lost everything, while she was enveloped in the warmth of a family that cherished her deeply.


    M knelt by Stephen’s bedside, tears streaming down her face.


    “Grandpa! I was wrong! I’m sorry!”


    “It’s not your fault!” Stephen patted M’s head, yet even this seemingly simple gesture left him momentarily breathless.


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