Goodbye My Arrogant Ex (Marguerite and Leonard) novel Chapter 353

Marguerite knew the only reason Mrs. Murphy was refusing to go was because she couldn’t bear to face her family any longer. She was trapped in an impossible situation, and the constant conflict was slowly killing her. She simply didn't want to fight anymore; she knew the stress would only make her condition worse. Staying home and letting nature take its course seemed like a more peaceful option than enduring another round of futile treatments.

“My mind is made up. Don’t try to persuade me,” she whispered, her voice weak but firm. “I can’t stand the smell of disinfectant in that place. It makes my skin crawl. I know you all mean well, but please, just let it be. The doctor said the medication might still work. You should all go home and tend to your own lives. Don’t worry about me.”

She didn’t want her failing health to be a chain around their necks, and she especially didn’t want to see her two sons hovering over her with their false concern.

“Grandmother, I know you’ve given up,” Marguerite pleaded, her voice thick with emotion. “But your condition is serious. If we take you to the hospital now, they might be able to help. We’re not trying to hurt you; we’re trying to save you. Please, do it for us. We want you to get better. We need you with us.”

Seeing her so frail, Marguerite felt her heart ache. She couldn’t hold back the tears that welled in her eyes. The old woman was so kind and strong, yet her own children had brought her to this. It was unbearably cruel. Her grandmother had lived a hard life, and now, in her old age, she was still burdened by the greed of her sons.

Marguerite doubted she could ever handle such a situation with the same grace. She would have broken down long ago. Despite how awful her sons were, Mrs. Murphy had always welcomed them back, always given them another chance. Because no matter what, they were still her children.

But now, it seemed her will to live was gone. It was a sign that she had finally given up on them.

“I know you care for me, I truly do,” the old woman said, her voice barely audible. “But I’m just so tired. I don’t want to be poked and prodded at the hospital anymore.”

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