Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1387: In the past, Lowell would have brushed it off with excuses. But now, seeing his mother so ill, he could only nod. "Alright, I will." Mona eyed him with doubt. "Don't just say it-do it." Before he could answer, she continued, "Linsey is beautiful and kind. I like her very much. If I had such a daughter-in-law, I'd count myself blessed. Why don't you-" "Absolutely not." Lowell cut her off quickly, his face flashing with panic. "Why not?" Mona asked, clearly confused. "Because..." He hesitated, then lowered his voice. "She's Mr. Riley's girl." At once, Mona gave up on the thought.

"Mr. Riley has been so good to us. We mustn't cross that line." "Exactly," Lowell agreed, though his mind was a storm of unease. By then, they had reached the ward. Just as they arrived at the door, Lowell caught sight of a familiar figure. "Mr. Riley, what brings you here?" Collin replied calmly, "I just finished visiting my grandmother. Since your mother is on the same floor, I thought I'd stop by." He turned to Mona with warmth. "Mrs. Gilbert, how have you been lately?" "Thank you for asking. I'm doing quite well." Mona felt touched.

She hadn't expected Collin, with all his standing, to personally check in on her. Then, as if remembering something, she quickly added, "Mr. Riley, your girlfriend is truly a kind soul. You must cherish each other." Collin lifted an eyebrow. "My girlfriend?" "Yes, Ms. Brooks-" Before Mona could finish, Lowell cut in sharply, "Mom!" Startled, Mona paused, staring at him in confusion. For updates, visit ɢαlᥒovᥱᥣs.coᥒ Collin sensed something amiss, his gaze shifting toward Lowell, carrying a quiet weight that pressed on the air. A bead of sweat slid down Lowell's temple.

He clenched his fists discreetly, trying to look calm as he spoke. "Mom, I just remembered-you need to take your medicine. Let me take you inside." He didn't give her the chance to argue. Gently but firmly, he guided her into the ward. Before stepping in, he turned back to Collin. "I'm sorry, Mr. Riley. Please wait here for a moment." Time dragged, but at last Lowell came out. The moment he stepped into the hallway, his face stiffened-another figure stood beside Collin.

Kylee wore an elegant white dress, her long, soft hair flowing down to her shoulders, her small face half-hidden behind dark sunglasses. As a public figure, she was always cautious about her privacy, especially at the hospital, where paparazzi might lurk. Spotting a figure in her peripheral vision, she turned, momentarily startled. When she recognized Lowell, her tension eased, and she offered a polished, gentle smile. "I was just mentioning you to Collin, and here you are." . . .