Rewriting My Heart's Fate (Ethan and Evelyn) novel Chapter 102

Chapter 102 

Jack was furious after listening to what I said. His chest heaved a few times before he finally braced himself against the desk and said, “I’ll have Max take you to see your grandmother right now. 

“If I hear a word of this anywhere, I promise your grandmother won’t live to see tomorrow.” 

Jack was cunning. On the way to see Grandma, he had Max blindfolded me, making sure I had no chance of knowing where we were headed. The car windows were covered, and with my vision blocked, I had no idea where I was. [1 

I didn’t know how long he’d been driving when the car finally stopped. Max led me by the arm, guiding me inside. Only then did he remove the blindfold. 

“Ms. Wiley, this is the place. I’ll wait for you outside. I’ll come back in half an hour to take you back,” Max said before quickly leaving. The sudden brightness stung my eyes. I instinctively shut them for a moment before slowly reopening them. I looked around and realized I was in what seemed like a villa. 

The layout was simple, with rooms arranged in two rows. At the end of the hall, there was just a plain white wall. No one was around, and there was nothing to give away where I was. 

I pulled out my phone, but the signal icon in the corner was grayed out, leaving only the clock ticking away. 

From one of the rooms ahead, I heard a faint beeping sound. I pushed the door open and entered, and there Grandma was, lying in bed with her eyes closed as if she were just asleep. 

My eyes immediately filled with tears as I rushed to her side and took her hand. 

Not long ago, Jack had told me that her condition had worsened and that she was spending most of her time asleep, rarely waking. 

I didn’t want to believe it. I couldn’t. 

“Grandma, Grandma, wake up,” I whispered, pressing her hand against my face. “It’s me, Eve. Grandma, can you open your eyes and look at me? I came to see you.” 

No matter how much I called out to her, I didn’t get a response. 

In my past life, Grandma passed away during my first year of college due to her illness. By the time I learned about it, Jack had already buried her in some random graveyard. 

When I finally found her, she had gone from being a living, breathing person to a cold headstone. I had always regretted not being able to see her one last time. Now, I could feel the warmth of her hand again and smell her familiar scent. 

I felt so happy, yet so guilty. 

I was guilty because, after being reborn, I hadn’t moved her to a safe place right away. I had foolishly thought that hiding her in the most dangerous place would be the safest option. I’d believed Jack wouldn’t think of using her as leverage against me. 

The beeping of the machines echoed around me. Looking at her frail face, which was almost just skin and bones, my heart ached deeply.