Marrying A Secret Zillionaire: Happy Ever After Novel

Chapter 1389: Keeping his emotions tightly bottled, he ducked his head, refused to meet Collin's eyes, and offered up a flimsy excuse. "I actually had people looking overseas before I even got back to the country, but nothing's turned up so far." Collin's reaction showed no surprise; he had clearly anticipated this. Without a word, he turned and wheeled himself away. "Take care, Mr. Riley," Lowell said quietly, watching him leave. Only when Collin vanished from sight did Lowell's carefully maintained mask crumble, guilt flickering across his features.

Back then, while his mother languished in that lonely nursing home, Linsey was the one who visited her and offered comfort. Once her condition turned severe, Collin stepped in to cover the costs of her care. He owed them both, yet he had responded by weaving lies and keeping them apart, deliberately hiding the truth. The weight of his own betrayal pressed down on him. Lowell stood there in silence, lost in remorse, until at last he let out a long, heavy sigh and turned to leave. He, however, didn't return to his mother's ward. Instead, his steps took him to the doctor's office.

There were details about his mother's upcoming surgery he needed to clear up. Just as Lowell reached the office door and lifted his hand to knock, Kylee's angry voice stopped him in his tracks. "What do you mean she can't have surgery? Why not?" Lowell froze mid-motion, shock widening his eyes as he listened. Kylee's cousin, the doctor, answered her in a low, grim tone, "I just went over her latest test results. Her organs are in the final stages of failure. Any surgery now would be extremely dangerous, and it wouldn't make a difference." He finished with a weary sigh.

"Honestly, unless something miraculous happens, she doesn't have much time left. It's probably kinder to let her enjoy what days she has left, without putting her through any more suffering." The shock of the news landed heavy on Lowell, rooting him to the spot, unable to move or even think for several long seconds. Lɒtєѕτ chɑρτєrs ιn glovє. Behind the door, Kylee's voice slipped into the hallway, measured and unwavering. "Don't tell her son a thing. Proceed with the surgery as though nothing has changed," she warned. The doctor sounded completely lost.

"Why would we do that?" Inside the office, Kylee knit her brows and admitted quietly, "Her son works for Collin. I struck a bargain with him-the whole arrangement depended on this surgery and saving his mother's life." "But you know as well as I do-" the doctor started to protest. "I'm aware she doesn't have long left," Kylee cut him off sharply. "Just make it look convincing." Without pausing, Kylee explained her scheme. "Stage a fake surgery, then keep her going with heavy medication so it looks like she's improving. Once she seems well enough, discharge her as if she's fully recovered.

That way, our deal only covers her stay here. After she leaves, whatever happens is no longer my concern. The agreement will still be fulfilled." . . .