After His Mistress Murdered Grandma, I Tore Their World Apart

After those words, he hung up on me yet again.

I never anticipated that because of Yareli Watkins’ interruption, Lennon would suspect it was my grandma who was in trouble.

Nor did I foresee that he would disgrace me over a fifty-thousand-dollar surgery fee.

Yes, my family has always had a modest lifestyle. My parents once had to request a thirty-thousand-dollar loan from Lennon when they couldn't afford to build a house.

Because of that, he deemed our family unworthy.

But right now, it's his grandmother who needs surgery!

Holding the bill in my hands, I was overwhelmed with urgency and anger, tears silently streaming down my face.

When I tried calling again, I found I'd been blocked.

Frantic, I searched for any possible way to contact him, but it was all in vain.

Probably tired of my "nagging," Lennon obliterated every means I had to reach him.

I was drenched in sweat from anxiety, but the priority was not squabbling with him.

Grandma's surgery was paramount—this was about life and death.

Running out of options, I began calling relatives, hoping to borrow money.

In the end, it was my parents back home who miraculously scraped together fifty thousand dollars to help me.

As soon as I got the money, I rushed to pay the hospital.

Then, I just stared blankly at the glowing red light above the operating room door.

Finally managing to pull together the surgery fee, my hands were still trembling with residual fear.

I clasped my hands together, seated on a bench outside the surgery room, and prayed fervently.

Please, whoever is listening, let Grandma make it through—she has always been kind-hearted and good.

Our family has always been humble. Grandma supported me throughout my education from high school to university.

"A girl needs her own capabilities. Wherever you study, I'll back you, Colette. Don’t worry."

Because of those words, I persevered and completed my master’s at a top-tier university.

After graduation, I got hired by Lennon's company through campus recruitment.

Grateful for Grandma's support, I promised to care for her in her old age, which led me to meet Lennon, who had just graduated.

Both his parents passed away early, and it was his formidable grandmother who raised him by herself.

Thanks to Grandma, Lennon and I grew closer and eventually got married.

Grandma was thrilled about it. She was a loving elder who never burdened me, especially after I had Kiara and was busy with her care.

The driver mentioned that Lennon called, asking Grandma to send over some files.

Thinking it was urgent, and with me not at home, my blind grandma took the files herself to his office—never imagining someone would cruelly push her down the stairs.

She was over seventy—how could she possibly endure the fall from twenty flights!

The nurses said when Grandma was brought in, she was drenched in blood, especially on the back of her head, where it was severely injured.

Wiping the cold sweat from my palms onto my clothes, I tried to suppress my anxiety.

Still, I couldn't help but feel the atmosphere outside the operating room growing thinner, suffocating me.

Every minute outside felt endless.

Finally, after an eternity of waiting, the operating room doors swung open.

The doctor took off his mask, sighing at me apologetically, “Her age was a significant hurdle, and the delay in payment didn't help. I'm sorry, we did everything we could…”

“The patient is still conscious. If you have anything to say, please do it quickly…”

His words were like a death knell for Grandma.

Paralyzed with shock, my legs buckled, and I stumbled into the hospital room.

Wires and tubes were tangled around her frail body, with a horrifying dent in her head.

Just yesterday, she was all smiles, talking about making ravioli for us. Now, there she lay, pale and motionless on the cold operating table, as if she might disappear any moment.

Tears poured forth, and I shakily reached to touch her slightly chilled face.

“Grandma?”

Since her blindness, this was our secret way of greeting.

Hearing my voice, her lifeless eyes sought my direction and softened.

“Is that you, Colette? Isn’t Lennon with you?”

I choked back a sob, “He... he’s working late, busy.”

Grandma didn’t reply, but the smile on her face dwindled considerably.