ADRIAN’S POV
I walked into the changing room to change out of my golf dress obviously, I couldn’t show up at the hospital dressed like that. It took me a little while to get those clothes off, longer than I expected, maybe because my hands felt slightly shaky, though I wouldn’t admit that out loud.
I threw a glance at myself in the mirror, quickly straightening my posture. There was no room for weakness today. I pulled on my suit, adjusting the collar and smoothing out the wrinkles with a practiced motion. Once satisfied, I grabbed my phone and stepped out of the changing room.
My driver was already waiting for me outside, just as punctual as ever. Mrs. Grayson had already sent the address, so there was no need to waste any time. I slipped into the backseat of the car, resting my elbow on the window ledge as we pulled out of the parking lot.
As the city blurred past, I took out my phone and typed a quick message to my accountant. Prepare some funds for immediate transfer. I knew, without a doubt, that the reason they were asking for my help was because of money. Medical bills weren’t cheap, and someone like Sam Grayson would be bleeding cash right now, just trying to keep himself alive.
I could have easily ignored this whole situation. I could have left them stranded at that hospital, left Sam to his fate. He probably wouldn’t survive much longer without the funds, and honestly, that would have been too merciful. Death would be a quick. escape for him, a coward’s way out. And I wasn’t about to let him escape the full extent of the consequences he so rightfully deserved.
No, I planned something far worse than death. Sam Grayson and his precious wife would experience pain so deep, they would find themselves begging for death to come and take them. But I wouldn’t let it.
My driver pulled up to the hospital doors, the tires crunching softly against the gravel as the car came to a smooth stop. I stepped out, adjusting my suit jacket and rolling. my shoulders back. Every move had to exude power and control – the man they expected to see.
The sterile smell of disinfectant hit me the moment I stepped inside. The hospital was alive with quiet chaos: patients shuffled through the halls accompanied by nurses in pale blue scrubs, and the waiting area was packed with people wearing expressions of worry, exhaustion, and quiet desperation.
My eyes scanned the entire place like a hawk surveying its territory. I wasn’t here just for charity, after all this was a hunt, and my prey was already cornered.
I strode toward the receptionist, who perked up immediately at the sight of me.
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CHAPTER OBR
“Good day, sir. How may I help you?” she asked with a polite smile, though I could tell from her slightly widened eyes that she wasn’t used to seeing people like me here.
“I’m here to see a patient,” I replied, keeping my tone cool and measured.
“Alright. What’s the patient’s name, please?” she asked as her fingers hovered over the keyboard, ready to type.
“Sam Grayson,” I said, watching closely for any flicker of recognition in her expression.
Sure enough, her eyes widened just a fraction as she began typing the name into her computer.
“He was checked in today and was accompanied by his wife and daughter,” the receptionist informed me after a brief pause, her eyes scanning the screen.
Daughter? Olivia is here?
So that’s why Mrs. Grayson said we needed my help. She wasn’t only referring to herself and her husband – Olivia was part of this desperate plea as well.
Just when I thought I could spend the whole day without seeing Olivia, it’s like the universe has a way of always bringing her to me.
“Mrs Grayson, would you please come to the reception area.” The receptionist said through a mic that echoed throughout the hallway.
I checked the time on my watch, it was almost 6 pm, I heard footsteps approaching
me from behind then I turned and saw Mrs Grayson
Every time I was around this person I had to put on a show like I actually cared.
“I’m sorry to hear what happened, how is he doing,” I said as she approached me.
“The doctors said he’s stable but we’re not sure if he would be okay, I pray he does.” She said with an emotional voice.
Seriously? Watching her act this way made me sick
“Don’t worry, Mr Grayson is a very strong man, am sure he will recover from this,” I said trying to give her some encouraging words.
We walked into the room and I saw Mr Grayson lying there, his eyes closed, drips of needles stuck into his arms, oxygen tank next to him.
Olivia who sat at the window side turned and looked at me, I saw the look on her face when she saw me here, and I get it, it’s not like L.enjoy being around you too.
“What actually happened to him,” I asked as I walked closer
Olivia’s mother swallowed hard, she glanced at Olivia before saying. “Well umm, Olivia came to visit us and said something that made his blood pressure rise.” Mrs Grayson
said.
gave Olivia a stare before asking “And what could she have possibly said that made his blood pressure rise?” I asked..
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CHAPTER 068
I noticed that she was hesitant to say anything like she was hiding something, she couldn’t even look me in the eye..
“Well, she said she found something.”
“I found out that I was adopted,” Olivia said, interrupting her mother like she didn’t
want her to say the real truth.
I raised an eyebrow, I couldn’t believe my ears. She was adopted? How did I not know that? Dang that must really sting even for her, finding out something like that isn’t
something you can just take in.
My gaze switched between Olivia and her mother, Mrs Grayson still couldn’t look me in the eye, and that alone was suspicious.
“Is this true?” I asked Mrs Grayson my voice cold.
She gave Olivia another glance before stuttering, her face down. “Y… yes it is.”
“When I found out I got really emotional and said some hurtful things to him, that must have raised his blood pressure and led to this,” Olivia said cutting in again.
I felt an urge to roll my eyes, family drama, especially from the Graysons made me sick.
