Hunting for His EX-Wife

“How did he suddenly fall down the stairs?” The butler looked guilty. “Old Mr. Harper didn’t see the steps clearly and accidentally fell down. He was unconscious by the time we could help him up. I’m sorry, Mr. Elliot, it’s my fault for not paying attention…”

Elliot waved his hand with a hint of worry and impatience on his face. “Let’s talk about it after the surgery.”

He looked up and saw Rose standing nearby with two children, causing him to freeze for a moment before getting up to approach them. “Shall I have someone take you back first?”

Rose glanced at the red letters on top of the operating room that read “In Surgery” and nodded her head in agreement.Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

After Elliot called his assistant over to escort them out, Rose couldn’t resist comforting him softly while they waited. “Old Mr. Harper will be fine; don’t worry too much.”

Elliot paused for a moment before looking deeply into her eyes and grunting in resignation. “Rose, for what my grandpa has done to you, please don’t take it to your heart.”

Rose didn’t respond because she knew that old Mr. Harper didn’t like her so she wouldn’t try to win his favor.

“Grandpa! Grandpa… how is he?” Madeleine cried out as soon as she arrived at the hospital.

The butler stopped her from approaching any further. “Miss Fox, why are you here? You can’t come closer.”

Madeleine gritted her teeth in frustration. “I’m worried about Grandpa; I heard he was admitted to hospital so I came here immediately.”

She had spent a long time at the Harper Manor with old Mr. Harper previously, so she was familiar with some of the maids. After receiving a call from one maid, she immediately came here, and as expected, she saw Elliot whom she hadn’t seen for quite some time.

“Elliot, what happened to Grandpa? Why did he faint? Is he sick?”

Elliot sat there indifferently without responding or acknowledging Madeleine’s presence whatsoever.

Madeleine was furious and couldn’t swallow her pride, so she turned her anger towards Rose. “Miss Russell, what are you doing here? Grandpa is in the hospital now and you must be feeling pretty pleased with yourself. Let me tell you, Grandpa hates you and doesn’t want to see you at all. He won’t want to see you when he comes out later. You should leave!”

Rose raised an eyebrow and looked at Madeleine speechlessly. Just as she was about to say something, Elliot spoke irritably, “Shut up! Grandpa is still in surgery. If you want to argue, then get out of here! Rose came with me; do you have a problem with that?”

“Elliot… I…” Madeleine couldn’t even speak a word under the man’s stern gaze and finally shuddered before shutting up.

The corridor outside the operating room returned to silence as the butler quietly let go of Madeleine’s arm.

Madeleine carefully walked over and sat next to Elliot on a bench across from him after a few moments had passed.

A few minutes later, an anxious nurse ran out and glanced at everyone outside before turning towards Elliot, saying urgently, “Mr. Harper, the patient’s condition isn’t good – there is massive internal bleeding which requires blood transfusions but since we’ve just done several blood supply surgeries today, our supplies are running low – does anyone among your family members have matching blood type?”

“Can’t it be transferred from another hospital?” Elliot stood up abruptly from his chair while frowning tightly at the nurse.

“We’ve already sent someone nearby for it but it will take half an hour more,” continued the nurse, “If possible, someone who has AB type can come along with me right now for blood donation, we can’t delay any longer.”

Elliot’s face darkened; he wasn’t AB type himself so he looked over at his butler first, then Madeleine, both shook their heads together.

“How about waiting for…” Madeleine’s sentence choked back under Elliot’s stare because his expression was so terrible right now that she dared not continue speaking further.

Rose sat next to them, silently listening this whole time; Leah suddenly spoke up beside her without warning. “AB type? I’m AB type too, aren’t I, Mommy?” Leah curiously glanced towards the operating room and added, “Sean, are you also this blood group? We’re same.” Sean nodded slightly while giving Leah a warning look afterwards though

Elliot didn’t pay much attention to it, even though the two children were both AB blood type, they couldn’t donate blood because they were too young.

Rose was startled and looked at Elliot, but found that he didn’t care about what Leah just said at all. She felt a complex disappointment while also feeling relieved.

Fortunately, the blood that was collected arrived quickly and some people automatically donated blood to solve this difficulty.

The assistant arrived and Rose left with the two children, taking Shawn along as well.

Elliot didn’t return to the villa at night. It wasn’t until the next day when Rose heard from the housekeeper that she learned that although old Mr. Harper had successfully awakened from surgery, he had been diagnosed with leukemia.

This disease shocked Rose and she confirmed it repeatedly before truly believing it.

Thinking of Elliot’s expressionless face mixed with worry yesterday before leaving the hospital made her sigh. She took out her phone and hesitated for a moment before slowly dialing Elliot’s number.

After several rings, Rose finally got through on the phone but suddenly became unsure what to say next. After opening her mouth in silence for a few seconds, she could only hear his steady breathing.

“Elliot?” she tentatively asked.

“Mm.” A familiar cold male voice sounded on his end as if just coming back to himself again; there was a hint of hoarseness and indescribable emotions in his voice which made him sound pitifully helpless in Rose’s ears.

Pitiful?

She paused for a moment, wondering why she felt this way?

“How is old Mr. Harper doing?”she continued asking him.

Holding an unlit cigarette between his lips, Elliot stood by the window of a hospital ward, looking outside at trees and grass without any focus, “He is fine.”

“… “Rose choked up, not knowing what else to say after hearing this answer from him.

Looking at time, she found it was already ten minutes to ten, “Have you eaten breakfast yet? Are you still in hospital?”

Elliot’s eyes focused a little bit when he heard her question.