Chapter 233: Don’t Blame Your Mom for Playing Favorites

Chapter 233: Chapter 233: Don’t Blame Your Mom for Playing Favorites

A lot had happened recently, and while it had taken a toll on Evelyn Grant’s emotions, one by one, those things were now in the past.

After a few days of restful sleep, she genuinely felt that both her spirit and her body were recovering well.

"Alex, I can go back to Mom’s place, and she can take care of me! You can still come home after school. And hey, if you think I’m not looking well, you can just bring me right back to the hospital!"

Since his sister put it that way, Alex Grant could only nod.

"Okay, fine. I’ll get you discharged tomorrow around noon!"

"Mm-hm."

"Sis, that Julian Sterling just won’t give up. He’s not going to keep harassing you, is he? If he does, you need to be extra careful! I’m worried that since he can’t have you, he’ll resort to some despicable tactics."

Alex Grant’s concerns were not unfounded.

After all, Julian Sterling was a man of questionable character. You could say there was nothing he wouldn’t do.

His sister had treated him so well, waiting on him like a servant, yet Julian Sterling had not only failed to be grateful, he’d even grown resentful. That alone proved he was not the kind of person who could appreciate kindness.

"It’ll be okay, Alex! No matter what he says or does, I just have to ignore him. I’ll go to work at the law firm, come straight home to be with Mom, and even if colleagues ask me out for work events or team building, I won’t give him any chance to catch me alone. I should be fine."

Alex Grant nodded. "I always have my phone on me, and I’ve already set a special ringtone for your number! If you’re in danger, call me right away. I’ll be there to help you in a heartbeat!"

"Okay." Evelyn Grant patted her brother’s head. "With you protecting me, no one can hurt me."

...

Ryan Sterling chartered a private jet to fly his parents to Valtara.

Just after takeoff, Mr. Sterling still looked terribly pale. He lay there, drifting in and out of consciousness.

Several hours later, he finally opened his eyes, his voice faint.

"Ryan..."

"Dad."

Ryan Sterling stood up and walked over. "Are you feeling unwell? There’s a doctor on board."

Worried that something might go wrong during the journey, he had specifically brought several doctors along.

Mr. Sterling shook his head, his voice weak and listless.

"Ryan... thank you... for being there for your mother..."

"Don’t say that. It’s what I ought to do."

"Don’t... don’t blame your mother for playing favorites... After you said that to her last time, she didn’t sleep well for days..." Mr. Sterling looked at his son, slowly reaching out his hand. "I know... you’re upset with your brother because of that girl from the Grant family... but in the end, we’re all family..."

"Have you forgotten...? When you were a child, your brother was the one who always played with you, who was with you every day... Even if he’s done something wrong now, you... you can’t just forget the past..."

Mr. Sterling had deliberately chosen this moment to say these words to his son.

Otherwise, he knew his younger son wouldn’t listen.

He had always had a rebellious nature, and once he made up his mind about something, no one could change it.

Years ago, when Ryan Sterling had insisted on going abroad to start his own business, Mr. Sterling and Florence Morgan had certainly tried to persuade him otherwise.

They had been afraid that their son would be taken advantage of if he left them.

After all, they had walked the path of entrepreneurship themselves. How could it possibly be that easy?

But Ryan Sterling hadn’t left a single bit of room for discussion.

He bought a plane ticket and left just like that.