?Chapter 2302


    Grant gently helped Be into the backseat of his car just as Steven hurried over, out of breath.


    "Ms. Be! Are you okay?!"


    Be''s expression wasplex, but she forced a faint smile. "Don''t worry, Steve. I''m fine."


    "Ms. Thompson was nearly hit by a truck and fell on the same leg from her previous ident." Grant did not give her a chance to pretend to be strong and spoke frankly. "I''m worried her old injury might re up, so I''m taking her to the hospital."


    "How did this happen?" Steven''s voice was heavy with guilt. "Ms. Be, it''s all my fault! I was negligent!"


    "It''s fine. It''s an ident. It''s not your fault," Be said with a faint shake of her head, then turned to Grant. "Mr. Salvador, thank you for saving me. But my secretary can take me to the hospital. There''s no need to trouble you further."


    Just as Grant was about to respond, his face turned deathly pale, and his body shook violently as he clutched the car handle for support.


    Be and Steven were both shocked!


    "Mr. Grant!" At that moment, rice hurried over and supported the unsteady Grant, swiftly cing two pills into his mouth.


    As Grant swallowed them, a hint of color slowly returned to his face, but his breathing remainedbored.


    "Mr. Grant, you''re pushing yourself too hard!" rice patted his trembling back, her voice trembling with urgency. "I heard that you rushed forward without hesitation to save Ms. Thompson! Your body isn''t strong enough for such intense exertion. It''s dangerous!"


    Grant struggled to steady his breathing, ncing briefly at Be. "It''s alright... See, I''m fine now. I''ll be okay with some medicine..."


    rice''s voice tightened with concern. "How can you say that? I know exactly what you''ve been through to get here. I''ve been taking care of you for so long. Do you think I don''t understand your condition?"


    Be noticed his pale face and murmured, "Thank you for saving me this time, Mr. Salvador."


    Grant smiled as he said, "As long as you''re alright, that''s what matters."


    "My secretary will take me to the hospital. You should go back and get some rest," Be insisted, still polite but firm. "But I owe you a favor now. I will repay it."


    Grant''s longshes fluttered, and his deep gaze softened with a hidden tenderness. "If you


    wish to repay me, then allow me to visit you at the hospital."


    Be hesitated, biting her lip.


    But since he had saved her life, she could not find a reason to refuse, so she agreed.


    Eventually, Be and Steven left the orphanage.


    Grant sat back in his wheelchair, and rice pushed him back inside.


    "Sir, no matter the circumstances, you shouldn''t gamble with your health!" rice''s voice was still shaky. "Your body is the foundation of everything. Without it, nothing else matters!"


    Just then, Yvonne came toward them, apanied by a group of lively children.


    A spirited boy, not paying attention, identally collided with Grant, who was sitting in his wheelchair.


    "Watch where you''re going, you little rascal!" rice scolded as he red angrily at the child.


    The boy froze on the spot, frightened.


    "I''m so sorry!" Yvonne quickly stepped forward, bowing in apology and pulling the boy behind her.


    Grant rested his arms on the wheelchair''s armrests, his posture graceful andposed, as he raised his gaze to look at the woman before him. "It''s alright. I like lively and adorable children."This belongs to N?velDrama.Org.


    The familiar voice-clear, steady, and deep-reached Yvonne''s ears.


    Her pupils dted abruptly, and her spine stiffened as if struck by lightning. Her fingers curled up unconsciously.


    She thought, ''That voice sounds like the "Boss" whom Christopher regarded as his savior!''