My gorgeous wife is an ex-convict (Grace) novel Chapter 78

Chapter 78 

Grace found the name ‘Jay’ in her contact list on her phone and called his number. After a while, the call connected and 

Jay’s voice came from the other end of the line. “Hello.” 

“I have something to do. I’m afraid that I will be back late today. You… you can prepare dinner for yourself,” Grace said. 

“What do you mean ‘you have something to do’?” 

“Just tell him that you’re in the hospital right now,” Lina interrupted. 

“What does she mean you are in the hospital right now?” There was a pronounced change in Jay’s tone. 

“I took a fall, and now I’m waiting for X-rays.” 

“In the hospital?” Jay said as if confirming. 

“Yes.” Grace sighed. 

“Which hospital?” Jay asked. “I’m coming now.” 

“You don’t have to come. Lina is here with me. Just wait for me at home,” she said in a hurry. “I’ll be there as soon as I can.” 

The other end of the phone was silent. After a long minute, Jason repeated his previous question, “Which hospital?” 

Grace bit her lip and replied, “First City.” 

Chills wracked her body and her stomach dipped at the thought of inconveniencing him. She had lost her mother 

when she was a child and her family had kept her at arm’s length for most of her adolescence. Prison, that had shown her that she was truly on her own. 

Grace really didn’t feel comfortable troubling others for anything. No one owed her anything. And she was capable of handling life’s issues on her own. 

Well, mostly. 

If it weren’t for Lina, she would have come to the hospital 

alone without saying a word to anyone. It wasn’t that she 

thought she’d broken any bones, but she’d hit her head really 

hard. Everything ached and she was terrified that she was 

internally bleeding. 

“I’m coming now,” Jason said. 

Jason hung up the phone and immediately dialed his secretary Terrence. “Investigate what happened to Grace 

today.” 

“Yes, sir. As you wish,” lerrence said. 

“Also, check who the most skilled orthopedic doctor is at First City Hospital. Make sure he is on call and have him check 

on Grace’s condition,” Jason said. “I expect a report before I 

arrive there.” 

“Understood sir,” Terrence answered again. 

After this call, Terrence looked at his mobile phone in a daze. Mr. Reed’s feelings for this woman were escalating. 

His instructions were precise and he knew Mr. Reed’s moods. and tone well enough to interpret that Jason was deadly 

serious. 

There would be hell to pay if his instructions were not followed 

to the T. 

Terrence thought of the way Mr. Reed had initially reacted to Grace Cummins. He’d helped her-much as he would any stranger on the street. Then he’d accepted her kindness, and 

spent the night with her. He gradually spent more time at that apartment until he’d virtually moved into that economy rental. 

Where first, when Grace had been hit by an electric bike, 

Jason had been slightly shaken, now, he was calling in every favor and demanding to know every detail of her accident 

and her treatment. 

And that wasn’t counting the slights against her that Mr. Reed 

had retaliated on her behalf. 

Indeed, he was waging an all-out war with anyone who dared 

to hurt this young woman. 

The same woman who’d killed his fiancee. 

It was… unsettling. 

Mr. Reed was calculating. Cold. He didn’t exhibit any strong 

emotions for anyone or anything. Not his former future wife, not even his family. 

His behavior now… was most interesting. 

Just as Grace was waiting for the results of an X-ray scan, a nurse suddenly came over and wheeled her out of the shared 

space in the ER and to a private wing of the hospital. The rooms were single bed, spacious and the entire look of the area reflected a higher quality. 

Grace asked, “Why have you brought me here? Dr. Haan was already treating me.” 

The nurse just shrugged. “I was told to bring you to Dr. Craigge.” The young man smiled. “He’s the best there is, so I wouldn’t complain. You’re lucky. He’s usually off today.” 

Grace was rolled into a nice room with a big window. 

Everything was white and bright and looked very modern and clean. A large television was up on one wall and two couches 

on the opposite side of the room. 

The hospital bed had scarcely stopped rolling before a 

middle-aged man entered the room and grabbed Grace’s 

chart off the rack at the foot of the bed. 

“Hello,” he said, although he was looking at the chart, not at 

Grace.