The Soft-Hearted Wife of Mr. Big Shot

Chapter 293: He Is Sick

After returning from Bexley and living in Arkenfall for over a month, Leo Grant was hospitalized with terminal lung cancer.

He lay on the white hospital bed, tubes all over his body. The VIP room was crowded with people, and Holly Sawyer sat at the bedside with a calm expression.

Leo suddenly fainted today. Only Holly and Leo were in the villa. Holly calmly called an ambulance, then calmly followed the ambulance to the hospital, and only then notified their children and friends.

Holly was calm throughout the process. She didn’t shed a tear, nor was she caught off guard at all.

Excessively calm.

Noah Raines and his group, including their children, all came over and were now in the ward.

"Mom, Dad will be okay."

Jenna Grant sat next to Holly Sawyer, and she slowly said.

Leo Grant had always been in good health and rarely got sick. This illness was truly unexpected.

"No need to comfort me, I know in my heart."

Holly’s expression remained calm, her gaze gently resting on Leo’s face.

"Mom, you knew about Dad’s condition long ago... why didn’t you tell us?"

Holly was so calm that Jenna assumed Holly had known about Leo’s condition for a while.

"He even hid it from me. How could I tell you?"

A bitter smile appeared at the corner of Holly’s lips. She spoke slowly, her tone helpless and... sorrowful.

Yes, Leo hid it even from her; how could she bring it up with others? She didn’t even have the courage to ask Leo.

Pretending not to know every day, Holly felt quite exhausted.

Jenna suddenly realized that Holly had always been a strong person, so it was understandable that Leo hid it from her.

"Ah, people get older..."

Noah Raines sighed deeply, feeling quite distressed inside, but there was nothing he could do.

Holly said she wanted to stay alone with Leo, so she had everyone leave. Jenna was worried about Holly, so she stayed to accompany her.

"Your father doesn’t have much time left..."

Holly’s eyes remained fixed on Leo, but she was speaking to Jenna. The smile on her lips became even more bitter.

It was probably really heartbreaking.

Her husband was sick, her most beloved person was sick, yet she was powerless to help, especially since she knew medicine. That feeling was truly indescribable.

"... How much time does he have left?"

Upon hearing this, Jenna was stunned.

She knew Holly didn’t joke, especially not about Leo, much less on such a serious issue.

Holly’s medical skills were always impressive, but after all, she wasn’t a miracle worker. She couldn’t reverse the unchangeable.

"Not long now..."

Holly lowered her eyes, cutting an apple.

Jenna fell into silence.

Leo woke up half an hour later, raising his eyes to see the snow-white ceiling and white sheets.

Everything around him was white.

"Dear..."

He turned his head and met Holly’s eyes. He called out softly.

"Awake?"

Holly’s expression remained calm, neither surprised nor sad.

Leo waking up was something she had anticipated.

"Dear..."

"Why did you hide it from me?"

Just as Leo was about to speak, Holly interrupted him, directly asking the question she wanted to know.

"I didn’t want you to worry."

Leo hesitated for a moment, then spoke slowly.

When he knew he was sick, knew his illness was incurable, he was really sad.

But, he didn’t want Holly to know, didn’t want Holly to worry about him.

"But I’ve been worried for a long time."

Holly was silent for a long while before she spoke slowly.

Yes, Leo had let her worry for a long, long time. She had known from the beginning, but because Leo didn’t say it, she didn’t confront him.

"How did you know?"

Leo was stunned for a moment.

"From the moment you said you wanted to come back, I felt something was off..."

Holly sighed and spoke slowly.

Yes, they had been away for so long, and Leo had never mentioned being homesick. When Leo suddenly said he wanted to go back, it was indeed a strange thing.

From the start, Holly knew something was off with Leo.

Later, when they returned to Arkenfall, Leo even suggested visiting Bexley, a request Leo would rarely make, as they seldom returned to Bexley.

This made Holly even more suspicious.

Leo’s behavior was truly peculiar.

Later, while taking advantage of the opportunity to put a red string on Leo, Holly took his pulse and already knew the outcome.

The reason she didn’t confront him was that Leo really didn’t have much time left, and treatment would be futile.

It was useless.

"My Holly, you’re as clever as ever."

"It’s just a pity I can’t always be there with my Holly."

"In the days to come, Holly should take good care of herself."

A smile lingered on Leo’s lips.

In fact, Leo had always known that even if he didn’t say anything, Holly would know on her own, but he hadn’t expected Holly to know so early.

"Come on, now that you’re awake, get up and have some porridge. Don’t talk about those things."

"Hang in there, and you can stay with me a little longer. We still have so much to do."

Holly picked up the porridge from the table, helped Leo sit up straight, and gently began to feed him.

Holly blew on the porridge to cool it down, then fed it to Leo bit by bit.

Jenna watched from the side and felt like she was inexplicably being fed a bowl of dog food.

Her parents really were... oh.

Ever since she was mature enough to understand, she’d been consuming her parents’ display of affection, and even now, having her own children, she was still observing her parents’ affection for each other.

Oh, it was truly difficult.

It’s not that her husband was bad to her, but Leo and Holly were truly exceptionally lovey-dovey.

"Mom and Dad, have a nice chat. Just let me know if you need anything. I’ll head out now, so as not to disturb you."

Jenna said and left. She felt like such a big third wheel that it was indeed a bit in the way.

So leaving was the best choice.

Leo and Holly directly ignored Jenna’s words and continued their intimate dialogue.

Jenna: "???"

Oh gosh, speechless like her mom opened the door to speechlessness, taking it to a whole new level at home.

It really proved the adage: Parents are true love, children are accidents.

"Is it too hot? I’ll blow on it if it is."

"It’s not hot."

"Does the room temperature feel fine?"

"This temperature is just right."

"Eat more."

"Okay."

"Let me know if you feel uncomfortable."

"Alright."

"..."

"..."

The two elderly people in the ward engaged in a question-and-answer dialogue, creating a particularly harmonious atmosphere with the sunlight warmly shining on them.