Farewell To My Endless Love novel Chapter 384

Charles's POV:

Under my gaze, Raina lowered her head in guilt. "Charles, Hugo is asking for three hundred million dollars. He's obviously trying to rip you off," Raina reminded me over and over again.

"How aboutyoutreatmy Grandma yourself then?" I asked sardonically with a sneer at the corners of my mouth.

Raina fell stunned, but she regained her composure a few seconds later. "I'm... I'm not a doctor."

"Then shut the fuck up and leave."

Without waiting for her response, I turned around to go to the ward.

Raina wanted to follow me in. But before she could take another step, Spencer stopped her.

"Why are you still here? Don't you feel any shame? If you want to make yourself useful, go to Hugo and negotiate with him. I will admire you if you manage to persuade him to give us a discount or something." He slammed the door in her face, not in the mood to talk to her anymore.

Now that he had gotten rid of Raina, Spencer clasped his hands and sighed in relief. "At last, it's quiet now."

I did not bother to see Raina's reaction when Spencer gave her an idea. She would not be able to do it anyway.

At this moment, I sat on the chair by Grandma's bed and worriedly asked, "Grandma, are you feeling better? Don't worry. I won't let Raina bother you again."

"I heard that Scarlett has come back. Can you... can you bring her to see me?" Grandma asked weakly. As she spoke, her eyes were full of warmth and hope.

I was stunned, and bitterness filled my heart as I recalled what was going on between Scarlett and me.

But of course, I smiled at Grandma reassuringly and answered, "I will."

Scarlett's POV:

After checking on James, I went to follow the progress of the project I was working on on the west coast.

The scenery outside the car window passed by in a blur. All of a sudden, Charles's melancholic expression when I left crossed my mind, and the memories of our past consumed me once again. When we were married, my heart was overflowing with my love for him. He, however, only cared about Rita.

Brokenhearted, I stayed in France for three years. But when I finally decided to let go and divorce him, he kept pestering me. I thought he was sincere this time, so I figured I could give him another chance. Wrong move. Just as I thought that things would get better between us, he broke me into pieces again.

Over the years, I suffered because of him. Not only did my health deteriorate, but I also got separated from my three children. As if that was not painful enough, I lost one of them forever.

My happy memories were swept by the wind. How did we end up like this?

"Caroline, it seems that the road ahead is under repair. We can't get through."

Elena's voice brought me back to reality.

"Stop the car. I'll get off and have a look at it."

I opened the door and got out of the car. The road was bumpy and muddy. There were workers to and fro, and several people were arguing loudly about something.

I frowned at the sight of the scene in front of me. Meanwhile, Elena walked up to one of the workers and asked, "Who's the person in charge here?"

A middle-aged man with a big belly walked over to us.

"Who are you? Why are you looking for me?"

I took out my business card and handed it to him. "I'm the person in charge of the Wilson Group. I'm here to ask why there's no progress in the project you're responsible for."

The man read the business card, and a fawning look suddenly appeared on his face. "Miss Wilson, I'm happy you've finally come. The thing is, we didn't delay the construction on purpose. It's just that this project can't go on. There's a problem with the project funds. We couldn't order the construction materials, and the workers weren't getting paid. That is why they go on strike. Because of all these things, how can the project go on smoothly?"

"That's a serious problem. Didn't you tell the company about this?"

"Of course, I did. I've talked to the superior several times, but the responses I get are ambiguous. They promised they'd handle it, but nothing happened," the man complained.

How could this be?

My intuition told me that something far more serious was behind this.

Without another word, I took out my phone and called my father.

"Dad, do you know why the project funds of the west coast ecological park always get cut off?" I asked without beating around the bush.

"What else could it be? Those parasites in the company always gnaw at the funds. Those greedy bastards!" he exclaimed in rage.