Dumped My Cheating Ex. Now I'm Sleeping Next to a Billionaire CEO novel Chapter 637

The fire station had been nonstop these past few days.

James came home later every night. By now, it was almost ten and the apartment was still quiet.

Emmy was propped up in bed, a textbook open in her hands, but her eyes kept sliding shut. She was determined to stay awake, just long enough to see him walk through the door, to wish him goodnight in person.

Her phone buzzed, snapping her out of her sleepy haze. The number was unfamiliar. Emmy hesitated for a second, then answered.

A woman’s anxious voice came through the line.

“Hello, is this Ms. Eincoln?”

“This is she.”

“Ms. Eincoln, I’m the one taking care of the old madam,” the woman said, her voice trembling. “Do you think you could come see her tomorrow? She…”

Emmy’s heart dropped, any trace of sleepiness gone. She sat up, every muscle tense.

“What happened to my grandma?”

“Her condition has gotten worse,” the caregiver said quietly. “She doesn’t recognize anyone anymore, but she keeps asking about you… She’s been repeating, ‘When will my granddaughter-in-law come visit?’ I didn’t know what else to do, so I found the number you left and called. I’m sorry to bother you…”

A sharp ache filled Emmy’s chest. She didn’t even have to think about it.

“I’ll be there first thing in the morning.”

She steadied herself and asked, “Is she still at the monastery?”

“No, she moved back to the nursing home. It’s easier for her treatment here.”

At the nursing home, the caregiver ended the call and turned toward the man behind her. She kept her voice low and respectful. “Mr. Nelson, Ms. Eincoln said she’ll come tomorrow.”

James nodded and walked over to the old woman’s bed.

“I promise,” the caregiver said, nodding over and over. “She said so herself.”

The old woman finally let herself lie back down, but she kept a wary eye on James and whispered to the caregiver, “Make him leave. Don’t let him come back. Tell him I’ll never go back to that house with him.”

The caregiver sighed, her eyes turning red as she nodded. “Alright. I’ll ask him to go now.”

James heard her and quietly left the room, stepping out into the courtyard.

Snow had started to fall again, tiny flakes settling on the bright red plum blossoms in the pots outside. The blossoms looked painfully vivid against all that cold white.

But James’s eyes were even redder than those flowers.

His grandmother was the only person in the world who had ever truly cared for him. She used to sneak him candy, hide a cushion under his knees when he was punished, and stroke his hair, whispering, “Our James is going to be a hero someday.”

Now that he was finally grown, finally strong enough to protect her, she was slipping away, slowly forgetting who he was.