The Doormat Wife’s Ultimate Glow-Up novel Chapter 30

The ER doors burst open with a loud click and the doctor stepped out, pulling off his mask, his voice edged with exhaustion.

“He’s stable now. He’ll wake up soon. But you’ve got to be careful. He’s too young. He can’t handle another incident like this.”

Mr. Ratcliff shuffled forward on his cane, heart in his throat until he saw his grandson lying pale but breathing steadily on the hospital bed. Only then did he finally let out the breath he’d been holding all night.

It was almost dawn when Robbie finally woke up.

He blinked up at Mr. Ratcliff’s stern face and immediately shrank back, eyes darting to Sofia for reassurance.

Sofia’s face was streaked with dried tears, her eyes red and puffy. Robbie quickly blurted out, “Great-Grandpa, please don’t be mad at Auntie.

“I wanted the mango cake. Mom never told me I was allergic. Auntie didn’t know.

“Your mother never told you you’re allergic to mango?” Mr. Ratcliff clearly didn’t buy it.

Robbie’s gaze flickered and he lowered his head. “She really didn’t. Mom never said anything. Please don’t blame Auntie…”

Mr. Ratcliff frowned, studying him. Kids didn’t lie. Could Reese really have kept it quiet out of jealousy, just like Jane suggested?

Jane watched Mr. Ratcliff’s expression, careful and calculating.

“Dad, Reese honestly never mentioned it. There’s something I’ve been wanting to say for a while. Reese always seems so sweet, but she’s got layers. If I ever say anything to her, she just shuts down. And everyone remembers what happened back then—we all know she was behind it.

“If you hadn’t always protected her, I would’ve said something sooner.

“Sofia has always cared about Sebastian most. You can’t blame her for this.”

Mr. Ratcliff’s face grew even darker as he turned to Sebastian. “Did you call Reese?”

“Yeah.” Sebastian rubbed his thumb along his phone case. “She didn’t answer.”

“Go talk to her and get this sorted out!”

Mr. Ratcliff couldn’t help but feel disappointed in Reese. “She’s upset, but her son is in the hospital. How can a mother not come take care of him?”

Sofia glanced at Robbie. “Mr. Ratcliff, whether or not this is my fault, it started with me. Let me look after Robbie. You’re not young anymore. You need to rest. Please—go home and get some sleep.”

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