True Fated Marriage (Grace and Heinz)
Chapter 827

He nodded and thanked Grace for understanding.

"Well, Heinz, you can choose freely whether to meet him or not. No matter what, I will accompany you." His gaze was deep, and he looked tenderly at her.

She was such a kind woman. She tried to cheer him up in spite of the struggle that she had just experienced.

He held her hand and said, "Let's go back. We don't have to see him! We should not let him ruin our mood."

Grace nodded and said softly, "Okay, whatever you say."

It broke Heinz's heart when he thought of how considerate she was despite being distressed herself. He took a deep look at her before he held her hand and walked ahead. "Alice, Lowell, let's go home!" Heinz said loudly.

Alice also held onto Lowell's hand. She looked at him and said in a low voice, "Let's go home."

Lowell bit his lip and subconsciously looked back in the direction of the ward. He followed his sister and brother-in-law's footsteps.

Soon, they got in the car together and left the hospital.

Meanwhile, the middle-aged man sitting in a black car in the parking lot looked at their car and sighed.

The driver in front looked at the middle-aged man behind him through the rear-view mirror. He wanted to say something but stopped on second thought.

The man behind sighed again, and the driver in the front had to say, "Mr. Jones, the young master has left, do we have to follow him?"

Lawrence said in a low spirit, "There's no need! I'll go and have a look at Candace."

The driver nodded.

"Go and prepare a set of doctor's clothes and mask."

"Yes!" The driver received the order and got out of the car.

More than ten minutes later, the driver came back with a bag and handed it to him, saying, "Sir, Madam Lowe has just fallen asleep. It's not safe for you to go in through the door." Lawrence quirked his brow and said, "So, are you asking me to go in through the window?"

The driver replied, "Of course not. What I mean is that during lunchtime, young master's underlings will take turns going for a meal. That will be a good time for us to go in." Lawrence cast a cold glance at the driver, closed his eyes, leaned against the back of the chair and asked, "How's her condition?"

The driver immediately reported respectfully, "Sir, the diagnostic results for Madam Lowe are the same from the local doctors and Dr. Clarke. Madam Lowe should be leaving in two months' time. Now, she is suffering from ascites, and liver and kidney failure. She seems to have aged a lot all of a sudden. Sir, you should be mentally prepared. Madam Lowe may leave soon."

Lawrence frowned, and he suddenly opened his eyes and took a glimpse at the driver as he berated, "Shut up! Don't say such words. You know that I never believe in fate."

"Yes!" The driver said while he nodded deferentially and instantaneously took a bottle of mineral water, then turned back and handed it to Lawrence. After that, he suggested, "Sir, why don't you drink some water first. You haven't drunk any water since the morning."

He glanced at the driver and took over the bottle of water. He still seemed to be sad. He took a sip, put the cap back on and threw it in the back seat of the car.

The driver looked at him and said with concern, "Sir, if Madam Lowe knows that you are so perturbed, she will also worry about you. You and the little master are the people that she worries about the most." Lawrence narrowed his eyes and said in a cold voice, "You don't need to mention the little master. I've already told you, if you divulge anything, you know the consequences."

"Yes!" The driver had already been scared out of his wits and he couldn't help the quiver in his voice when he continued to say, "It's my fault for not being cautious enough. I shouldn't have said so much.' "You do what you should do, then you'll get what you deserve, but watch your mouth, understand?"

"Yes!" He answered. He was so terrified that the color drained away from his face.

Lawrence sat contemplating in the car with his eyes closed.

Although he was already sixty years old and his hair was gray, his facial features were striking and angular. It could be seen that he was quite handsome when he was young.

Half an hour later, he opened his eyes and the driver almost didn't even dare to breathe in front of him.

"Get ready right away. I'm going to see Candace now."

The driver looked at his phone and said, "Okay, sir. Please come with me."

They got out of the car and walked to the inpatient area together.

They went into the bathroom, changed their clothes and put on their special hats and masks. Then they came out and went straight to the ward.

A few minutes later, they arrived at the door.

The bodyguards instantly blocked their way and said, "This is the VIP ward, authorized personnel only."

"This is an expert from the hepatology department. He's here to give Madam Lowe a consultation under Dr. Ross' instruction. This is our admission card."

The driver pointed at his badge and said calmly.

Lawrence stood there without saying a word, with an unfriendly expression.

The bodyguards looked at them, frowned and

said, "When did Dr. Ross call you?"

The driver said, "Just before the meal. If you have any objections, you can confirm it with him, but we heard that Madam Lowe's condition is very serious, so I hope you don't waste the time. Otherwise, you will be responsible for whatever that happens."

As he said that, the driver and Lawrence turned around and prepared to leave.

The bodyguard said at once, "Wait."

Lawrence fixed his gaze at the bodyguards steadily.

The bodyguards sized him up carefully and then said, "Okay, you can go in first. I'll confirm it with Dr. Ross later."

He pushed the door open and stood at the doorway. Before going in, he turned to say to the bodyguards, "Madam Lowe will undergo a treatment. I hope that we won't be disturbed. She has to remove her clothes during the treatment, so it'll be better if you can respect the privacy of the patient."

The bodyguard nodded and said, "You can rest assured that we won't break in easily, unless there are any dangerous or unexpected occurrences."

Lawrence nodded before leading the driver in.

As soon as he entered the door, he saw her lying on the sickbed. She looked pale whereas her hair was dry and sparse, covering half of her face. She seemed so old and her face was full of deep wrinkles. Looking at her from a distance, Lawrence couldn't bear to see her like that.

He opened his mouth and looked gently at her. In the end, he still didn't say a word.

The driver stood at the door and obediently turned around to face the door, as if what happened in the ward had nothing to do with him.

After watching for a while at the door, Lawrence moved his feet and walked towards the woman on the sickbed step by step.