Secretary’s Secret Lover

Secretary’s Secret Lover By Zayla Quinn Chapter 79

Chapter 79 Phoebe Passed Away

Phoebe was pushed into the emergency room.

Yvette was stiff all over. She did not know what to do.

Marcus took off his coat and put it on Yvette. He looked at her and asked, “Is it okay to walk?”

Yvette’s face was so pale that it was almost transparent as if she would faint at any time. But she clung to the edge of the bed and stood up with a strong mind.

Her eyes were very bright, but at this moment, the light was blank.

“Thank you,” Yvette softly thanked.

Yvette thanked Marcus for saving some dignity of her grandmother.

After a while, Yvette walked out step by step.

It seemed that a century had passed.

The doctor in a white coat came out. He bowed to Yvette and calmly said.

“I’m sorry for your loss.”

His deep voice was like a curse of fate, echoing in the empty and cold corridor. Yvette seemed to have suffered a heavy blow and took a step backward.

Yvette grabbed the doctor’s arm helplessly and shook her head. “Doctor, could it be wrong…”

Yvette wondered, it was nothing that serious.

The doctor said that Grandma didn’t have much time to live. However, he didn’t say that she would die now.

“Doctor, you made a mistake… Could it be… This morning, my grandma told me that she wanted to eat her favorite cheesecake. She hasn’t even eaten it yet. Why would she die…”

Yvette suddenly fell on her knees, grabbed the doctor’s arm, choked with sobs, and said, “Please try yo ur best to save my grandma… I beg you. I have money… I have money to treat her… At least…”

Her voice became low, sobbing, “At least… let my grandma have a bite of a cheesecake before she died…”

How could her grandmother die on an empty stomach?

Yvette’s hands trembled violently, and she was a bit out of her mind. The nurse beside her quickly came up to

support her arm.

“Miss, sorry for your loss. We can understand your feelings. However, please calm down. You’ll have to see your grandma one last time.”

Yvette was not willing to go. Her red eyes were empty as if she was possessed. She said, “My grandm a… is not

here… She is waiting for me in the ward…”

What, she turned around and walked toward the ward, but her arm was grabbed by someone.

Marcus frowned slightly. The arm under the coat was too thin, making Yvette look like a feather, weightl ess.

“Go to take a look,” Marcus said.

As if her mind had been read, her long dense eyelashes hung down, trembling slightly. Anyone who sa w her like this would feel sorry for her.

Marcus’s hand moved down along Yvette’s arm to hold her wrist and took her to the morgue.

On the way, Yvette was obedient. She walked even without a sound, and her footsteps were very light as if she was afraid of stepping on something.

The staff led them in, lowered their heads, and then left.

A person was lying on the cold steel bed, with her entire body covered in white cloth.

Yvette leaned her back against the door and paused for a minute before slowly stepping forward.

Her hands trembled as she lifted the white cloth. Other than her lips being a little pale, Phoebe looked v ery calm as if she were asleep.

Yvette thought, Grandma doesn’t look like she has passed away.

Yvette raised her hopes and smiled bitterly, “Grandma, are you joking with me? Are you blaming me for not

taking you back to the Dudley’s house? I have already arranged a car to pick you up. Get up, we can g o now…”

Phoebe’s face was still serene. Yvette held Phoebe’s cold and stiff hands under the white cloth and sob bed,

“Grandma, I don’t want anything. I will stay with you in the Dudley’s house, okay…”

Yvette laid her head on Phoebe’s chest and said in a very soft voice.

“Can you respond to me… I beg you. Please respond to me…”

After crying for a long time, Phoebe still did not wake up. Yvette held Phoebe’s neck tightly and finally c ried

out loud.

It was not sobbing or choking, but heart–wrenching.

No matter how hard the heart was, it would be softened by this voice.

“Grandma, you can’t do this to me… How can you bear to leave me alone… I’m not ready yet…”

Yvette’s sad cry echoed in the room, but there was no response from Phoebe any longer.

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Yvette had been sitting in the corridor of the hospital. She had gone through the report procedure with t he hospital and contacted the funeral parlor in Pittsburgh.

She was going to bring Phoebe home.

It was about 370 miles back to Phoebe’s hometown. The van arranged by the funeral parlor would not arrive there until the next day, even if they set off that evening.

Kenley had been accompanying Yvette all the time. She advised Yvette to go to the ward to rest, but Yv ette refused and stubbornly sat on the bench in the corridor.

Yvette hoped to be closer to Phoebe.

Marcus came over to say goodbye to Yvette. He had no intention of passing by today and had been del ayed for a long time.

Yvette looked up at him. Her eyes were slightly swollen because she had been crying for too long.

She stood up and solemnly bowed to Marcus. She said in an extremely hoarse voice.

“Thank you, Mr. Wolseley. I don’t have my phone with me now. Please send me the bill. I will transmit al l the expenses to you when I finish my grandmother’s funeral.”

The accident happened suddenly back then. It was Marcus who had his subordinate pay the various ch arges.

Marcus looked down at Yvette. When he heard “Mr. Wolseley“, he slowly said, “Don’t mention it. I’m La nce’s

uncle.”

Yvette nodded. “I know that, but this is another matter, I will return the money to you.”

Yvette once heard Emilie talk. In addition, his appearance was very similar to Lance’s, looking affection ate and fickle, which was a characteristic of the Wolseley family.

Marcus was a little surprised. He thought, she knew that but still called me ‘Mr. Wolseley‘. The meaning was

self–evident.

I am afraid that her relationship with Lance is not good.

Marcus did not say anything more and left.

Yvette sat on the bench in the hospital for the whole night.

Early in the morning the next day, Yvette went to buy the shroud for Phoebe, as well as some funeral su

The van of the funeral parlor arrived Before eight o’clock.

Kenley also went to Pittsburgh with Yvette. After all, she had taken care of Phoebe for a long time like a family. Kenley wanted to send Phoebe off on her last journey of life.

When they arrived at the funeral parlor, Yvette quietly paid the bill and chose the mourning hall.

They no longer had any relatives in Pittsburgh, so Yvette chose a small mourning hall. Anyway, no one w

After that, she went to the street and bought food for the sacrifice, as well as the cheesecake that Phoeb

missed all the time.

Along the way, Yvette did not cry. But when she bought the cheesecake, her tears were like string beads Copyright Nôv/el/Dra/ma.Org.

Yvette regretted and thought, I am really unfilial.

None of Grandma’s wishes has been fulfilled, not even having a bite of her favorite cheesecake.

When the cake shop owner saw Yvette crying, he was startled. He gave Yvette an extra piece of cheese

for you to taste. It’s very sweet.”

Yvette thanked him, picked up a piece of cheesecake, and put it into her mouth. She wanted to have a t

the cheesecake for Phoebe.

However, after she took a bite, big drops of tears dropped down and fell into her mouth. It was sweet and

salty, but she only got the bitter taste.

The cake shop owner was scared and asked, “Does it taste not good?”

Yvette could not stand steadily, so she squatted on the ground, crying like a child, and sobbed, “It tastes

Phoebe could never taste it again.

A day later, Yazmin was out of danger, and her father came from Luxembourg via transferred flights.

Lance finally breathed a sigh of relief. He looked at the phone and frowned. It showed that Tanya called

And there was nothing else.

Lance thought, whose DNA did this little woman take for being so stubborn? Is it so difficult to apologize

After smoking three cigarettes in the corridor, Lance took the initiative to give in and called Yvette.

However, Yvette’s phone was turned off.

Lance felt a little flustered for no reason, so he asked Frankie to inquire about what was going on.

After making a few calls, Frankie was silent for a few seconds. Then he said, “Mr. Wolseley, Mrs. Wolsel now.”

“Pardon?” Lance’s ears buzzed, and he did not catch the words for a moment.

Frankie slowed down and repeated, “Mrs. Wolseley’s grandmother passed away.”