Chapter 96

Devon looked up at Charles and ordered, "Go to the hospital yourself. Ask Dr. Hart how my grandmother is doing." "Mr. Harlan…" Charles didn't agree right away. Instead, he pulled out a thick stack of documents and handed them over. "Truth is, Mrs. Harlan Senior's condition has been getting worse for some time now." "Her condition?" Devon frowned. Lauren had always been pretending to be ill. So, where did this "condition" even come from? Charles went on, "She's genuinely ill, and her condition has been deteriorating. Her attending physician has been calling you repeatedly, but you kept hanging up. "All of her recent medical reports were sent to me instead. This is the latest…" His voice trailed off. Devon lowered his gaze to the report streaked with red. Then, he asked with a frown, "Why didn't you tell me sooner?" "Because you were busy helping Ms. Brightwood find a compatible donor." Charles gathered his courage, a hint of reproach creeping into his voice as he added, "When