Chapter 138: Chapter 138: It’s Classified
"If you want to leave, then just leave. If you want to stay, then stay. You aren’t planning to have it both ways, are you?" James Grant sneered, his words dripping with a trace of mockery. "Don’t be too greedy in what you do, or you’ll end up being despised by everyone."
"I’m going to see what’s wrong with my father, it doesn’t mean I don’t care about Amber."
Matthew Sullivan was displeased with James Grant’s attempts to sow discord and immediately refuted him.
"So leaving while she’s still not fully recovered is your way of caring for someone?" As he spoke, James Grant casually glanced at the pile of supplements and herbal medicine on the table, the implication in his expression was anything but subtle.
Matthew Sullivan was momentarily choked up.
In fact, he had the same intention of buying for Amber earlier, it’s just that James Grant acted faster and beat him to it.
The tension was subtly spreading in the air, Matthew Sullivan knew he was in the wrong, coupled with the fact that he was no match for James’s tongue, he mumbled, "I can’t be bothered to waste time with you," and left with Quentin Hale.
As an illegitimate child living outside, Matthew Sullivan was always a bit anxious about his identity.
If Harrison Grant hadn’t insisted on bringing him back to the Grant Family back then, how could he possibly be living the luxurious life of a rich young master now?
At this critical moment, if he doesn’t go to see Harrison Grant, he fears he might not be able to stay in the Grant Family any longer.
After Matthew Sullivan left, James Grant was also called out by the doctor about some paperwork.
The room was left with Amber by herself.
After resting for a while, Amber’s complexion had evidently recovered quite a bit, and the dizziness had disappeared completely.
She sat on the hospital bed, lost in thought.
Wasn’t Harrison Grant supposed to have a heart problem? Then why... does he need a blood transfusion?
Knock knock knock.
A nurse knocked on the door and entered, looking at Amber with concern, "Miss Clayton, how are you feeling now?"
"I’m almost fully recovered," Amber collected herself and cooperated with the nurse for some checks.
After confirming that the discomfort symptoms post blood draw were completely gone, she stopped the nurse who was about to leave, and curiously asked, "How is Uncle Grant doing, what illness does he actually have? I’m quite worried."
"This..."
The nurse looked troubled.
"I’m sorry, Miss Clayton, but we don’t know either. Chairman Grant’s condition is confidential at our hospital, only the director knows, and no one else is allowed to inquire about it."
Confidential?
Amber felt somewhat surprised, "Thank you, you can go ahead now."
What kind of illness can’t be made public?
If they’re worried about competitors finding out and exploiting it to affect the company’s stock value, that would be understandable, but... is even the family not allowed to know?
Something just doesn’t seem right.
James Grant returned to the lounge, and upon opening the door, saw Amber with a troubled expression, racking her brains.
He slightly curved his lips, "Why? Haven’t seen me for a while and already missed me this much?"
"James Grant, do you also not know what kind of illness Uncle Grant has?"
Once suspicion arised, all sorts of unclear and indescribable details surged into her mind.
The more Amber thought about it, the more she felt there was a deeper secret hidden behind all of this.
"No matter how suspicious Uncle Grant is, he shouldn’t hide from his own family. Can you... help me find out?"
James Grant, hearing this, felt his mood lift a bit more.
"You trust me that much?" he raised an eyebrow with interest. "You’re so certain I would favor outsiders?"
Feeling James Grant’s intense gaze, Amber felt a bit uneasy.
She snorted softly, turning her head to the side, "Forget it if you don’t want to."
"I do want to, we’re partners after all, isn’t it right to meet each other’s needs?" James Grant chuckled lightly, leaned down, the corners of his lips brushing against Amber’s ear, intentionally emphasizing the words "meet needs".