Turning Of The Tide By Diana Sander Novel
Chapter 579

At this moment, Frank was standing on the balcony and smoking. He really did not expect the young lady to do this under his nose. He finished one cigarette after another.

He tried to wake himself up and organize his thoughts. If it weren't for the fact that his cigarette was trembling, he might have been able to lie to himself that he was very calm.

He recalled that Ava's condition before she left was actually traceable. Previously, she would stick to him every time she left, but this time, she did not. Instead, she said that her waist was sore.

In the past, he did not have any backache before his period. It was just that he trusted the young lady too much and did not doubt her at all.

At this moment, he was blaming himself and feeling very vexed. He was basically certain that this was the case.

Internally, he was both thrilled and deeply distressed. At this moment, he wished he had the speed to swiftly reach Turner with remarkable agility, like a skilled adventurer.

After smoking the last cigarette, he realized that there was no taste in his mouth. He threw the cigarette box into the trash can and left the room. He stood at the door of Grace's room and knocked.

After knocking a few times, the door opened. Grace was a light sleeper and would wake up at the slightest movement. When she heard the knock on the door, she knew that it was her son. She opened the door and said, "What's wrong? Why aren't you sleeping at night? You have stubble on your chin."

Looking at her slightly tired son, Grace frowned and asked. She covered her mouth and yawned.

Perhaps it was the movement at the door, or perhaps it was because Grace was not sleeping beside him, William got up and followed him out. He stood beside Grace and said, "Frank, did you just come back from outside?"

Frank's heart had already flown to Sapphire City. He did not answer anyone and did not want to waste time. He said directly, "Baby Ava might be pregnant. I plan to go to Sapphire City. The project in my hands might take a while."

William, on the other hand, could not contain his excitement. He was so happy that his jaw dropped. He completely ignored the two words that his son might have said.

On the contrary, Grace exhibited a distinct reaction. A look of bewilderment crossed her face as she inquired with a furrowed brow, "Didn't you explicitly mention avoiding getting her pregnant during university? Hasn't she extended her studies by a year? What's the reason for this?" Grace harbored several concerns regarding Ava's pursuit of a double degree and her decision on whether to pursue further studies.

Frank didn't know how to explain Ava's intention to get pregnant. After some consideration, he decided not to provide an explanation, choosing instead to shoulder the blame himself and give the young girl some face. "Uh, my mistake," he acknowledged.

Regarding her son's simple explanation, Grace did not know what to say. She could only say a few words of her son's fault and urged, "Hurry up and go. Ava, who just got pregnant, must be a little nervous. Go and accompany her to make her feel safer. It's easy for girls to think too much alone."

Frank thought so too. "Yes, it's been hard on you."

"What's so hard about it? Even if you stay there for a year, I have no objections." William was very happy. He finally had a grandson and granddaughter. He had already seen the light, but his daughter-in-law was so studious that she wanted to get a double degree. The graduation time had increased by another year, and the title of grandfather was forcefully put on hold for a year.

He had already calmed down, but his daughter-in-law gave him another surprise and got pregnant on the spot. This daughter-in- law was good.

Not to mention a year, he could even manage it for another year.

After greeting his parents, Frank turned around and returned to his room. He casually took some things and did not intend to waste time tidying up. As he stuffed his things, he took out his phone and called the private plane pilot.

After his son left, Grace closed the door with a slight worry. William began to talk non-stop, "Don't worry. Looking at your worried face, Ava must have made this decision. At most, Frank will follow Ava to university. Since we're here, we'll take it as it comes." While Happy was in high spirits, William still noticed Grace's worry. Grace responded with a faint acknowledgment, "Indeed." There was a tinge of self-blame, wondering why she hadn't noticed the child's abnormal behavior when Ava was in Athana. At the Athana airport, the pilot awaited Frank, holding a cup of coffee. Meanwhile, many bodyguards on the plane were still yawning, indicating they had just emerged from rest.

The bodyguard was also holding a cup of coffee in his hand. Each of them had a glass of coffee. They moved in unison. "I'm sorry, it's been hard on you."

The bodyguards replied in unison, "Not at all."

Frank instructed the pilot, "Let's go." It was 2:30 a.m., and the sky was dark, with only a few stars beside it.

The next day, Joy came to the ward with creamy potato soup in a hurry. The entire hospital was very quiet. There were only a few nurses on duty on the floor of Hackett.

Hackett was still sleeping soundly on the bed. He was sleeping comfortably. In order to make Hackett's head stay still, Sherri chose to sleep on the accompanying bed.

Joy gently pushed open the door and looked around. He found his daughter-in-law sleeping on the accompanying bed. He quietly walked into the bed and held his son's head to examine it.

No matter how soundly Hackett slept, he would still wake up. When he opened his eyes, he saw his mother's smiling face. He was so frightened that he immediately sat up. Joy was afraid that his son would disturb his daughter-in-law, so he immediately covered his son's mouth.

"What are you doing? Sit down and be quiet. Sherri is still asleep," Joy said softly.

Seeing that her son was so agile, she guessed that there was not much of a problem. Other than the bandage on her head, she scanned her son's entire body and found that she was fine. She was relieved.

Hackett stammered and gestured for his mother to let go. He wanted to say something, but before he let go, Joy reminded him, "Be gentler when I let go. Your wife won't know when she goes to work tomorrow."

"Mom, your daughter-in-law has to go to work. I'm still a patient. What time is it? Why are you here?" Hackett was about to take out his phone to check.

Joy intervened, saying, "Stop looking. It's 6 a.m. in Athana, and the only person outside is the on-duty doctor. When you wake up, have some creamy potato soup."

Hackett gazed at his biological mother with a subtle expression of disbelief in the ways of life. He couldn't shake off the suspicion that someone might be suffering from a concussion. Expressing his discontent, he questioned why anyone would choose to rouse a patient at 6 a.m. with a serving of creamy potato soup.

In a humorous tone, he pondered whether there was a belief that this particular soup possessed mystical qualities capable of transforming him into a deity.

"Mom, is it a family tradition to serve creamy potato soup at 6 a.m.?" Hackett rubbed his face in irritation, completely waking up. "It's my rule. There are two children at home. If I hadn't come earlier, Liam would have woken up. You should be content. I gave you creamy potato soup out of my busy schedule. Don't you remember what time I woke up to wake up? If you weren't my biological daughter, I wouldn't have bothered with you."

Joy rambled on. He turned around to scoop creamy potato soup, but he was stopped by Hackett. Knowing that his mother felt sorry for him, his tone softened. "Mom, take a break. I don't want to drink now. I didn't brush my teeth or wash my face. You brought a thermos. When Sherri wakes up, I'll drink with you."

Hearing his son say that, it was fine. Anyway, creamy potato soup would not be cold for a while.

He sat down on the edge of the bed and said softly, "You're really at odds with a concussion. I'll help you go to the master's place another day to calculate how many concussions you'll have in your life. If you continue to be concussed like this, you'll be

stupid."

Hackett's temples throbbed. "Mom, are you here to see me?"

"What do you think? If it weren't for your concussion, why would I bother coming to this hospital? You think I have nothing better to do?"

With a helpless demeanor, Joy remained silent upon seeing her son. She went on to express, "Your father consistently urges you to nurture positive relationships, as harmony leads to prosperity. It appears that you've recently offended someone, and they are resorting to extreme measures against you. Throughout his entire business career, your dad has never experienced any attacks."

Hackett sighed helplessly. If his mother didn't leave, it wouldn't be as simple as a mild concussion. "Mom, I understand. I'll restrain myself in the future. Ruby and Liam are still at home. You'll wake up when you get back. Thank you for your hard work. You can go back first."

"Alright, I'm leaving. When Sherri wakes up, don't forget to let her drink creamy potato soup. I've brewed it for a long time," Joy instructed.

"Got it. I'll remember."

Hackett was no longer sleepy when he went back to sleep. He could only pick up his phone and play League of Legends. He killed one round after another and lost again and again. He lost so much that he dropped to bronze. In the end, he threw his

phone on the pillow angrily.

Because he was playing with his phone, his neck was a little sore.

Sherri slowly woke up on the accompanying bed. She did not get up immediately and tried to wake up. "Why are you awake so early? Hackett, what do you want to eat for breakfast? I'll buy it for you."

"Honey, there's no need to buy it. Mom has already sent it over. It's on the table."

Sherri got up and looked for her mother-in-law. "Mom sent it over. Why didn't you call me just now?"

Hackett stated, "It's 6 o'clock. There's no need to look. Mom has already left."

"It's so early?" It wasn't hard for her mother. She had to leave the house at around five. "I have to tell her that I don't have to send her off tomorrow. It's too tiring."

Sherri thought that the breakfast would be delivered at six o'clock. It was almost seven o'clock now, so he got up to wash up.

Looking at the table full of breakfast, Sherri brought the breakfast to Hackett's dining table and asked, "Do you feel dizzy today and want to vomit?" New chapter available on Dramanovels.com

"No, stay for a few more days until your head stops spinning and you're sure you're fine. Otherwise, what if you croak after

sleeping?"

Hackett said, "Madam, what are you thinking? I just have a mild concussion, not terminal cancer."

"Yes," Sherri replied in a low mood. Hackett couldn't bear to see this woman so sad. He preferred to see his grandaunt as

unreasonable.

He put down the chopsticks, reached over, and cupped the back of Sherri's head. He leaned in for a prolonged morning kiss that dispelled all distractions and unpleasant thoughts, leaving Sherri with no chance to react.

"Fuck, it's so early in the morning." The door was opened and closed again.

The two of them kissed until they finally separated. Hackett saw the blush on Sherri's face and smiled evilly in satisfaction. "Don' worry. Your husband can give you such happiness for the rest of your life."