Return Of The Real Heiress: Secrets And Masks novel Chapter 18

Chapter 18 

In Betrico’s northern shadow of the Azure Peak, the elite neighborhood housed the city’s most prominent families and intellectuals. 

There, the venerable Chivers residence, a remnant of a bygone age, showcased a fusion of architectural styles, highlighted by its detailed caves, blue bricks, black tiles, and grand colonnades. 

Morris’s Rolls–Royce Phantom stopped at the estate entrance, where the butler, Greg, opened the door for him with a polite nod. Wearing a clean white shirt and black pants, Morris showed his strong arms with his sleeves rolled up, his hair well- groomed, giving off a noble vibe. 

“How’s Grandma doing?” Morris asked, his voice somber. 

Greg’s worried expression spoke volumes. “She’s barely eating. What little she manages, she can’t keep down. And she’s not taking her medicine.” 

“I’ll talk to her privately,” Morris said, entering the room filled with the strong smell of medicine. 

On the bed lay Phoebe, Morris’s weak grandmother, so thin she ricarly disappeared into the sheets. Ruth, who had been caring for Phoebe for ages and was deeply trusted, was by her side. 

Ruth looked up and nodded at Morris as he came in 

“Ruth, could we have a moment alone? I need to spend some time with Grandma, Morris requested. 

“Of course,” Ruth said, her tone carrying a weight of unsaid sentiments. The doctor’s outlook isn’t optimistic, Ms. Chivers Morris didn’t wish to hear any further. “I understand.” 

After Ruth exited, Morris moved to the bedside, sat, and gently took Phoebe’s hand, which was pale as paper. 

Phoebe, aware of his presence, struggled to open her eyes. “You’re here,” she murmured. “I feel my time is short. They say living to seventy is a gift, and I’ve had that, but I won’t be around to see you build a family.” 

“You will see it, Grandma. Rest now. You’ll be okay. Who will help me with the kids if not you?” Morris comforted her, though internally he was conflicted. 

Once Phoebe was asleep, Morris quietly left the room and coolly instructed, “Get Dr. Jones here.” 

Nick arrived shortly after, his heart pounding as he saw Morris seated in the living room’s central chair. 

“Mr. Chivers, Nick said in greeting his voice laced with apprehension. 

“Is there nothing else you can do for my grandma? As the top doctor in Betrico, your reputation is on the line,” Morris said, his tone menacing. 

Nick wiped his forehead, his face tense. “Mr. Chivers, I’ve done all I can. Given your grandma’s heart issues and other health problems, especially with her age, it might be wise to consult other specialists. Your resources could help find a doctor with more targeted treatment options.” 

Morris listened, massaging his temples to control his frustration 

His grandmother’s old age was undeniable, but her years of love and care made it tough for him to accept her condition. The idea of consulting other specialists rang in his mind, and for some reason, Cherise’s lovely face appeared in his thoughts. 

A faint chuckle escaped Morris. His mind kept returning to her 

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