Luckily, she was already at the hospital, and the doctors got to her just in time. If they'd been even a few minutes slower, she might not have made it.
Half an hour later, Mr. Anderson finally heard that his granddaughter was in the hospital. The old man rushed over, frantic with worry.
For weeks now, Steven had been using Lucie’s phone to text Mr. Anderson, pretending everything was fine. Mr. Anderson wasn’t great with technology; he couldn’t tell if it’s a real video call or not. As far as he knew, every cheerful voice message and sweet video was really from Lucie. She’d told him she and Steven had made up, that the talk of divorce was just a silly fight, and that he didn’t need to worry about her.
Seeing the two of them looking happy again had put his mind at ease. But now, standing in the hospital, he realized he’d been completely fooled.
“How’s Lucie?” His voice shook as he asked.
Steven didn’t answer. He just stood there, looking hollowed out and miserable.
Mr. Anderson’s worry turned to anger. “What happened? Lucie was just released not that long ago. How could she end up back in the hospital?”
“What did you do to her?”
“Grandpa, I’m sorry. I didn’t take care of her.” Steven pressed his fist to his forehead, feeling colder and more hopeless than ever.
A nurse came rushing out, carrying emergency equipment.
“Nurse, how is she?” Mr. Anderson called out.
“She’s still in critical condition,” the nurse replied. “You need to wait outside. We’ll let you know if anything changes.”
The words hit Mr. Anderson so hard his knees almost buckled. He staggered, barely catching himself.
“Grandpa, be careful!” Rose and Steven hurried to support him.
Mr. Anderson’s anger boiled over. He raised his heavy wooden cane and brought it down hard on Steven’s shoulder.
The bodyguards just froze, too scared to move.
“You think you can bully my granddaughter because you think the Anderson family won’t stand up for her?” Mr. Anderson shouted. “Today, I’m going to teach you a lesson you’ll never forget for Lucie!”
Miranda stormed over and tried to pull the cane away. “Enough! You hit my son again and you’ll regret it!”
Marian jumped in as well, trying to break things up. “Sir, you’re completely out of line! You can’t just do whatever you want because you’re old. One hit to make your point is enough, but this is going too far! And you’re lucky our young master is showing you respect. If he wanted to fight back, one punch from him could be the end of you!”
Mr. Anderson was shaking with rage. He swung his cane wide, this time deliberately smacking Marian on the head.
“Ah!” Marian yelped, grabbing her head and stumbling away.
But Mr. Anderson wasn’t done. He brandished his cane at her. “You troublemaker! All you ever do is stir up drama and fan the flames!”

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