Divorced and Pregnant My New Life with a Billionaire Drives My Ex Crazy novel Chapter 242

Wiona gently nudged Grandma Grace with her elbow, her voice soft but urgent. “Grandma Grace? Grandma Grace?” There was no answer. Grandma Grace’s face had gone pale, almost gray.

Panic rising, Wiona shouted, “Hey! She passed out. Someone needs to get her a doctor, now!” She looked around at the silent guards. “Are you listening to me? You kidnapped her for a reason, didn’t you? If she dies here, how will you explain it to your boss? You won’t get what you want, either!”

Finally, one of the men stood up, taking his time. “Mind your own business,” he said, his tone cold. “Worry about yourself. We didn’t bring you here to pamper you.” Without another word, he pulled out a syringe and jabbed it straight into Grandma Grace’s thigh.

Grandma Grace gasped, her eyes snapping open.

Wiona stared, horrified. They were injecting her with something. What was it? Some kind of adrenaline? The thought made Wiona’s blood boil. “Are you trying to kill her?” she demanded.

The man glared at her. “It’s her fault for stalling. Without this stuff, she’d be dead by now. We’re not killing her. We’re keeping her alive.”

After the injection, Grandma Grace actually looked better, more alert, with a hint of color returning to her cheeks. But Wiona’s heart sank. This was just a last burst of energy, she knew it. Grandma Grace was running out of time.

Her chest tight with dread, Wiona watched as the man grabbed Grandma Grace by the collar, voice low and threatening. “Listen up, old lady. If you don’t start talking, I’ll kick your granddaughter-in-law’s babies out of her stomach right in front of you. I hear you’re pretty fond of her. Are you really going to let her get hurt like that?”

Grandma Grace launched herself forward without hesitation, headbutting him in the chest. “Don’t you dare touch her!” she cried.

He stumbled back, landing hard, blood trickling from his nose. “You little—” He shot to his feet, rage burning in his eyes, and raised his foot to kick her.

Wiona stepped in quickly. “I’ll talk to her, okay? I’ll convince her. But you can’t lay a hand on her again. She can’t take much more. If she dies, your boss will have your head.”

He hesitated, jaw clenched, then finally lowered his foot, swallowing his anger. “You better get her to talk. Or you’ll both regret it.” With that, he turned and stormed away.

Wiona immediately leaned close to Grandma Grace. “Can you tell me what they want from you?”

Grandma Grace, even though she was a little stronger, looked worn out from the fight. She shook her head. “I can’t tell you. If I do, you’ll get hurt too.”

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