Beauty Clinic Debut: My 84-Year-Old Grandma On The Table

"Cupcake," Grandma suddenly said.

That was her nickname for me!

I ignored Stella's sudden look of terror and rushed toward Grandma, hugging her tightly.

"Grandma, you're awake! Wait for me, I'll save you. I'll get you out of here!"

My face was completely filled with grief as I took off my coat and draped it over her shoulders.

Instantly, murmurs of doubt arose from the crowd of reporters and onlookers.

"Look, Dr. Watson's face completely darkened! Could it really be that the man is from the reclusive Greene family after all?"

"I can't be sure, but I did hear that the Greene family had an old lady who was in her 80s too."

However, amidst the crowd's murmurs, Grandma suddenly shoved me aside and screamed at the top of her lungs.

"Ahh! Let go of me!"

Grandma looked terrified. It wasn't until Drake ran up to her and hugged her that she finally calmed down.

"Drake… Drake…"

I stiffened, looking as though someone had just poured a bucket of icy-cold water over my head.

Drake wouldn't stop howling and crying, however. He rushed up to me and forcefully shoved me aside.

"You kept abusing Grandma for years, and I never even held it against you as her caretaker! But Grandma has only just woken up from surgery now, and she needs to rest and recuperate. Please stop torturing her again!"

I was shoved back until my body slammed hard against the operating table. However, my mind had gone completely blank as I stared at Grandma in utter disbelief.

"How could this be? Grandma… It's me, Lucas…"

However, no matter how much I called out to her, Grandma would only look at me with terrified eyes.

But she was my grandmother, the one who'd watched me grow up since I was a baby!

What had Drake done to her?

My voice was hoarse as I lunged at Drake, grabbing him by the collar and shouting, "What have you done to my grandmother? Why doesn't she know who I am anymore?"

A split second later, however, Stella's face changed again. She kicked me hard in the waist, and I was sent flying back against the wall.

"You bastard! Get your hands off my husband!"

I slid to the floor after hitting the wall at full force, spitting out a mouthful of blood. However, the deadly glare in my eyes was still there.

"My dad will be here any moment, Stella Watson! Do you even know what you're doing?"

Stella stared down at me with a haughty expression as she spoke, her words sharper than a knife.

"Lucas, you're having a bipolar disorder attack again. I'm calling the mental institution now to take you in for some 'recovery'!"

At once, a few security guards rushed up to me and pinned me to the floor.

I still glared fiercely at Stella despite the immense pressure against my back.

At that moment, a wicked grin curled on Drake's lips. He smugly walked up to me and grabbed me by my collar, saying in a low voice, "Do you know why your beloved grandmother ended up like this?

"Ever heard of shock and aversion therapy? Maybe you should read up about it.

"After all, Stella shocked your stupid grandmother at least 200 times before she finally forgot about you, and Stella did it all to make me happy…"

My ears suddenly rang as my pupils constricted sharply.

Damn Drake! Who gave him the nerve to do such a thing?

"Ah! Lucas, you're acting up again! Save me, Stella! This psycho is going to kill me!"

Drake suddenly screamed as he backed away from me. The crowd also quickly dispersed in a panic and ran off helter-skelter after his actions.

I gritted my teeth as the security guards continued holding me down, glaring at Stella as I said, "Stella Watson! Did you think you could just do whatever you wanted after abusing your power to send me into the mental institution?

"You'd better release me and Grandma right now, and I'll just divorce you! We can still end on a good note!

"If not, you can jolly well wait until your entire family vanishes off the face of the earth in Jondavia!"