Contract Marriage: My Sweet Bossy Wife novel Chapter 306

　　Jessica sniffed, her hands shook, how could this be anymore?

　　She didn't have a chance to go back to say goodbye to her grandmother, nor could she. She naively thought that as long as Lorenzo's condition was completely cured, her grandmother would be relieved and have nothing to worry about in her mind, and her body would naturally be healthy.

　　But things have turned out to be so uncontrollable.

　　The doctor's words have basically given Grandma Nian her final sentence. Most people go from aging to death, and the inability to eat is the most obvious harbinger.

　　"Jessica, don't blame me for speaking directly, the old Mrs. Fletcher is a disease of the heart that medicine can't cure, and although she wants to see Lorenzo healed, she must not want to see you self-sacrifice."

　　"Grandma knew everything, but couldn't mention a word of it to Lorenzo, and that's what made it the hardest ordeal in her heart, which is why she felt guilty and fell ill."

　　Amara.

　　"Ching Ching, I want to see Grandma, I can't just see her die! I can definitely do it, but Grandma is in Lorenzo's private villa, how can I possibly get in?"

　　Jessica's eyes were red, tears were welling up in her eyes, and her voice was choked with sobs.

　　"I suddenly remembered, before Felix mentioned to me, said that recently Lorenzo is anxious to choose a nutritionist and conditioner, I have the opportunity to meet Lorenzo, can not move to pass a message, Felix is his good brother, so Lorenzo to my words, must not suspect, I also have no reason to box him. "

　　Amara suddenly thought of an idea.

　　"Just do it."

　　Jessica's eyes flickered and she hurriedly answered down.

　　......

　　Venus Villa.

　　Housekeeper Ela stayed by the old Mrs. Fletcher's side, never leaving her side, and was just about to cook some root vegetables for the old Mrs. Fletcher when she heard the doorbell at the front door ring.

　　"What brings you here?"

　　Housekeeper Ela turned on the room surveillance, saw Beatrice's figure in the screen and spoke in surprise.

　　"Grandma doesn't have much appetite lately, I've made a few small dishes for her to try, so you can help me open the door."

　　Beatrice deliberately pointed the food box she was carrying in her hand at the camera position and spoke with a smile.

　　"With pleasure, please come in."

　　Housekeeper Ela was silent for a moment, but still eased the door open.

　　"Grandma's not in the living room?"

　　Beatrice entered the door and looked around, but did not see the old Mrs. Fletcher's figure.

　　"Ms. Ganny is a little tired today, just took her medicine and has laid down to rest."

　　Housekeeper Ela spoke blandly.

　　"It's okay, besides bringing these small dishes over, I also learned a pastry, why don't I make it for Grandma while she's not awake?"

　　Beatrice changed her shoes and placed the food box in her hand on the dining table.

　　"You command, I will just do as I am told."

　　Housekeeper Ela, though not feeling well in her heart, could only do so. She could see that Beatrice was talking but must not have been in the kitchen.

　　"Housekeeper Ela, someone rang the doorbell, go check it out."

　　Beatrice opened her mouth to look at Housekeeper Ela.

　　"Maybe the Eldest young master is off duty."

　　Housekeeper Ela wiped her hands, glanced up at the clock on the wall, walked quickly to the front door and opened it.

　　Lorenzo is just back from the company, a cold gray suit, will be cold and reject people outside of him, reflecting the more difficult to approach.

　　"Lorenzo, is it really you?"

　　Beatrice turned to look in the direction of the door, her voice dripping with obvious joy.

　　"How is it you?"

　　Lorenzo glanced at her lightly, seemingly without a ripple, he never told Beatrice the whole address, must have been told by his father.

　　"Lorenzo, these are the little dishes I brought for Grandma, and I learned a pastry for Housekeeper Ela to make for Grandma, who will be happy to eat it."

　　Beatrice smiles as she opens the food box and runs to Lorenzo with it.

　　A look that clearly invites credit.