The Second Act Revenge (Oneida and Jackson)
The Second Act 196

Chapter 106

Chapter 196

Now, Lionel wanted her and Jackson to meet this mysterious grandmother.

Oneida looked slightly tense.

Curiosity, excitement, and confusion mixed in her heart.

Hearing the word "Grandma," a noticeable pause flickered across Jackson's indifferent expression.

He nodded slightly and said in a low voice, "Alright."

Then, Lionel led them both out of the study through a side door.

After walking through a long, narrow path, what emerged before them was a quiet and secluded manor.

Pushing open the golden wrought iron gate.

They slowly approached the two-story building at the center of the manor.

The environment was excellent, with fresh air, lush trees, and utter silence.

Entering the building.

Oneida immediately smelled a medicinal scent.

The smell of medicine was overwhelmingly strong.

Clearly, a patient was living here.

Oneida continued to push Jackson, following behind Lionel.

Led by Lionel, they arrived at the door of a bedroom.

Lionel pushed the door open.

A strong medicinal scent hit their nostrils even harder.

Oneida unconsciously frowned.

She pushed Jackson and slowly walked in.

The bedroom was spacious, with minimalist decor and a refined elegance.

However, the bedroom only contained a large bed and a nightstand.

Thick curtains tightly covered the windows, leaving not a single crack.

As a result, the entire bedroom was quite dim.

Suddenly, Lionel turned on the lights in the room.

In an instant, the dim bedroom was brightly lit.

The person lying on the bed seemed to sense something, making a soft sound.

Upon hearing this, Lionel's face changed, and he quickly walked to the bedside, asking softly, "How are you feeling? Is something uncomfortab

His voice was no longer harsh but filled with a rare tenderness.

Oneida and Jackson also came to the bedside.

It was only at this moment that Oneida saw the person in the bed.

It was an elderly woman.

Her complexion was pale and colorless, with most of her hair turned gray and slightly unkempt.

She lay flat on the bed, looking frail and delicate.

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Chapter 196

Oneida knew this woman was Ruth, Lionel's wife, Jackson's grandma.

No wonder she never shows up in front of anyone.

Because she looked seriously ill.

She was barely holding on, as if she could pass away at any moment.

Oneida's

gaze

shifted back and forth between Lionel and Ruth, her expression suddenly solemn.

Though they were about the same age, maybe Ruth was a few years younger and looked much older than Lionel.

What kind of illness could torment a person into this state?

And there was another thing she couldn't figure out-Given that the Bane family was the top tycoon with abundant wealth and power, why would they hide a sick elderly at home instead of sending her to the best hospital for the finest treatment? The puzzle grew messier and larger in her mind.

"Grandma." Just then, Jackson looked at the frail, aged woman on the bed and called out softly.

His eyes were deep, hinting at some turbulent emotions stirring beneath.

Jackson instinctively clenched his fingers as if restraining himself.

Hearing her grandson's call, Ruth, on the bed, stirred weakly.

Her eyelids, heavily wrinkled and appearing burdensome, slowly opened.

Jack...son?" Ruth summoned all her strength to utter the word through the narrow opening of her eyes.

This word seemed to drain all her energy.

"I'm here," Jackson's eyes flickered, steadily watching her.

"Have you... lost weight?" she asked, her tone naive and awkward.

"Jackson's here to see you," Before Jackson could reply, Lionel suddenly spoke, his eyes tender as he gazed at his wife, his voice also impossibly sof "and he's brought your granddaughter-in-law."

"Granddaughter-in-law?..." Hearing these words, Ruth's expression seemed to pause slightly.

"Who is this girl from? Let me... have a look..." A mysterious sparkle suddenly flared up from the depths of her feeble eyes.

Oneida stepped out from behind Jackson and approached Ruth.

"Grandma," Oneida called out to her softly, the tone full of respect.

"Good girl..." Ruth excitedly responded upon hearing Oneida's call. She examined Oneida with effort, her eyes twinkling with bits of joy, "You're a good girl..."

After saying that, she shakily extended her hand and grasped Oneida's wrist.

Oneida stood still, allowing her to hold on.

The next second, Ruth grabbed Jackson's wrist with her other hand.

Finally, she overlapped Jackson and Oneida's hands together.

When Oneida felt Jackson's slightly icy fingertips, her expression subtly paused.

"You both must take good care of each other..." Ruth said softly and firmly pressed their hands together, "especially you, Jackson; you must take good care...

"I'm... not sure how long I can be around...

"Enough of this doom and gloom!" Lionel suddenly spoke up, cutting off Ruth's words with an iron-faced severity, "You're going to get better. *Exactly, Grandma." Jackson's low and soothing voice followed quickly, "You're going to get better." Chapter 108

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"Get better..." Hearing their words, Ruth let her eyes droop in despair, "I used to think so too but after all these years.

"If one day I really can't hold on anymore... Give me a swift end... A single, clear teardrop suddenly trickled from the corner of Rutti's eye sliding down her wrinkled face.

Upon hearing this, Lionel's eyes immediately flashed with intense heartache. "I said you'll get better! Don't overthink, for my sake and j you must keep living well..."

Watching all this, Jackson maintained his composure, but inside, his heart was tumultuously fluctuating,

Jackson's eyes narrowed, flashing a dark mood, and his lips went tight.

One day, he would restore his grandmother to health. And he would make those responsible pay,