My Mute Bride

Chapter 379

Chapter 379 Notice of Critical Illness

“I’ll do it.” Julian said, his eyes firm. Rachel was taken aback. For some reason, she thought about the piece of torn medical record on the table. Soon, Jolly came back.

“I won’t be tagging along. I’m not related to Old Mr. Burton anyway. I’ll just wait for you here with Samuel.” “Okay.”

However, Charlotte was puzzled. She looked at Samuel who was playing games next to Jolly and asked, “Mommy, why isn’t Samuel going to see Great-grandpa?”

Rachel explained, “Samuel is different from you. He’s never seen Great-grandpa.”

As Charlotte was still young, she didn’t think much about it and obediently followed after Rachel.

Arthur had now been transferred to a general ward, but he wasn’t awake yet. A nurse took care of him at all times, and the rules were still the same—no one could visit him except the hospital staff.

Julian said, “Although he is unconscious, in theory, he can hear people’s voices.”

Rachel nodded slightly and patted Charlotte on the shoulder, motioning her to step forward. “Charlotte, go and talk to Great-grandpa.”

Charlotte stepped forward obediently and took Arthur’s bony hand, speaking in a cute voice. “Great- grandpa, are you sick? If you’re sick, you have to listen to the doctor to take your medicine and eat your food. Mommy said you’ll only get better if you behave. I’m still waiting for you to celebrate my birthday with me…” Original from NôvelDrama.Org.

Charlotte was still young and didn’t understand the truth of life, old age, illness, and death. Hence, she didn’t feel sad when she saw Arthur lying in the hospital bed and only thought that his illness was just

like a common cold or a fever, not realizing the seriousness of the problem.

As Rachel looked at Arthur, her heart swelled with emotion. He was regarded as a legendary hero, but now he was lying here and could pass at any time without a single relative by his side.

After they were done visiting Arthur, Rachel bid Julian goodbye.

“I’ll contact Janice later, within these two days.”

“Okay. I’ll take care of the hospital’s matters.”

Seeing Julian’s lack of hesitation, Rachel felt a huge burden lifted off her shoulders.

As soon as Rachel left, Julian returned to his office and sat down. He opened the book that was upside down on the table and put it aside. The scratch on the medical records was particularly clear. With a tearing sound, his slender fingers ripped the two pieces of paper on it open and threw it into the trash can without hesitation. Everyone should always leave a way out for themselves, right?

At the same time, more than 300 kilometers away from Riverdale, in a hotel room in Belleville, Justin rubbed his sore shoulders and handed the documents in front of him to Frankie. “We’ll negotiate with them tomorrow according to this, and you can lower the price a little more. They haven’t made a solid decision yet.”

“Understood.”

“By the way, what did Robin’s lawyer say about the stock transfer?”

“What else can he say? He couldn’t be any happier, of course.” Frankie said angrily, “He was originally only a shareholder proxy for Jason, but now that you’re willing to sell a part of the shares to him, he’ll become a true shareholder. Aren’t you afraid that this will backfire on you? President Burton, please

reconsider this. Getting Robin’s help isn’t the only way to help President Hudson solve the development site approval issue.”

“You don’t need to tell me more. Of course I know that there are other ways, but I’m not just transferring the stocks just for that.”

“What do you mean?”

“I’m going to add a clause to the agreement. Starting from the transfer of shares, he can no longer use any means to threaten or endanger any benefits related to Rachel, or the shares transfer agreement will be voided.”

“Are you trying to help President Hudson completely get rid of Robin?”

“She’s had a difficult life. She lost her parents at a young age, and now she has to take care of Hudson Pharmaceuticals alone.”

“However, does President Hudson know that you’re doing this?”

“She doesn’t need to know. If she finds out, she won’t want to accept this favor.”

Saying that, Justin got up from behind his desk. His shoulders ached faintly and he couldn’t help but move them around, causing his bones to make a cracking sound as if they had loosened.

“President Burton, you have to take care of your body as well. You don’t need to rush the negotiation so much.”

“I want to finish this early. Grandpa is still waiting for me to go back.” Justin looked out the window, a blurry outline of his cold face reflected on the glass as he said, “It’s getting late. You should go back and rest.”

“Understood. You should sleep early too.”

Three days later, Hudson Pharmaceuticals successfully obtained the approval for the continued construction of the Northlane development site, and both Rachel and Jolly could finally breathe a sigh of relief.

“Thank god it was resolved before that old coot held a meeting with the board of directors, or he would’ve definitely never let go of this matter.” Jolly was ecstatic, and began to openly complain in Rachel’s office, not caring if anyone was listening or not.

Rachel shot a glance at her. “Keep your voice down. We can’t just dismiss his pride so blatantly.”

“What are you scared of? We’ve already given that old coot enough respect. He secretly colluded with that brat Robin, and we’re already being benevolent by not reporting him to the board of directors. Chris, if there’s a next time, don’t hold back anymore.”

“Of course.”

“Still, something’s weird. Why isn’t Robin chasing after us anymore?”

Rachel was calm in the face of Jolly’s doubts. “Maybe he’s lost interest in messing with us. After all, he’s got tons of work lined up for him as the Burton Group’s president. Besides, Old Mr. Burton is now in the hospital, so he would want to seize this opportunity.”

“To be brutally frank, if Old Mr. Burton really passed without leaving a will behind, wouldn’t Robin become the chairman of Burton Group?”

“Yes. If there isn’t a will, the first heir to Old Mr. Burton’s shares would be Jason, and Robin is his only proxy shareholder.”

“No wonder he’s been making a fuss at the hospital recently. I think he just wanted to know if Old Mr. Burton had made a will.”

As they were talking, a secretary suddenly knocked on the door and entered. “President Hudson, Miss Carter, do you need me to order a meal for you?”

Jolly glanced at the time. “Oh, it’s getting late. It’s time for us to get off work.”

Rachel instructed, “You don’t need to order anything for us. We’re not working overtime today. We’ll be leaving soon, so you can get off work too.”

“All right.”

After the secretary left, Jolly rose from the sofa. “Let’s go home.”

“I still have some things to do. You can leave first.”

“Weren’t you not working overtime?”

“I’ll leave in a moment. You can go.”

“All right, all right. I’m not a match for workaholics like you.” Jolly picked up her handbag. “I’ll be going first, okay?”

“Okay.”

Once Jolly had left, Rachel looked at the text message she had just received.

It was from Julian. The text message read, ‘I’ve already made the notice of critical illness and sent the news out. If Robin can get in touch with Jason, he’ll definitely contact him immediately.’

She replied, ‘Got it.’

The investigation bureau would make their move that night with Julian’s cooperation from the inside. Should everything go smoothly, they would be able to successfully catch Jason.

On the other hand, Julian received a text as soon as he finished sending the news. He looked at the sender—it was Sue. He tapped open the message unhurriedly.

‘Julian, what happened to Old Mr. Burton? I don’t really believe what Robin says.’