My Mirror Image by Maybe Not (Candice And Alex’s) novel Chapter 177

Chapter 0177 

Candice’s address was unknown to many in the company. 

This was vital because everyone knew Alex’s apartment in Vestry Residence was one Dorrington City’s most luxurious, and many working–class people couldn’t even afford a bathroom. 

Sawyer had taken care of Candice’s apartment papers. He was aware that Alex had purchased the apartment for her, but he was unaware of the circumstances that followed. 

It was why Sawyer had always treated Candice with respect. He hadn’t seen Alex buy a house for 

any other woman but Candice. 

The willingness to spend money on a woman generally indicated a man’s sincerity toward her. 

Sonia’s expression darkened when she heard this. 

Alex had purchased Candice’s apartment in the coveted Vestry Residence. What about her? She was still living in a little apartment with her parents. Did Alex not know about her living situation? 

The darkness in Sonia’s eyes deepened. Her lips quivered as her face contorted with emotion. 

Candice went straight to the hospital after leaving the office. 

Hanley called her while she was driving. 

Hanley and Jackson had sent her countless texts since the incident, each attempting to console her. 

She had barely answered due to her bad mood. 

Now her mind was in turmoil due to Joe’s health, leaving her with no time to attend to other 

concerns. 

Candice’s phone continued to ring while she drove, so she linked it to the car’s Bluetooth and answered it. 

Hanley asked, “Where are you?” 

“In the car. I’m on my way to the hospital.” 

Jackson’s worried voice could be heard in the background, asking. “Are you sick? Don’t worry. Candy. First and foremost, take care of yourself. Everything else will be fine.” he promised. 

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Given the current online buzz in which internet users claim to champion justice, resolving the matter was not easy. The more they tried to suppress the subject, the more people grew interested. 

Jackson had sought assistance from a number of people, but it just seemed to fuel their celto fight the corporate narrative, producing constant spikes of attention online. 

Candice simply hummed back. “I’m visiting my grandfather.” 

The doctor had just left Joe’s room when she arrived at the hospital. 

When the doctor saw Candice, he asked, “Are you a family member? Please drop by the office. His situation is worse than we anticipated. 

“The patient’s brain isn’t receiving enough blood and oxygen. The stroke he’s suffered is quite severe. We’re planning to conduct more detailed tests, but it’s important for the family to consider if they want to proceed with surgery. 

“He’s old and the surgery involves substantial risks. However, considering his current state, with both ischemia and hemorrhaging, we can’t guarantee anything unless we remove the clot. Naturally, we respect the decision of the patient and the family,” the doctor finished. 

As Candice made her way back to Joe’s room, the doctor’s words resonated in her mind. 

The caregiver was wiping Joe’s face. He was still sleeping. 

Candice sat beside the bed, took the cloth from the caretaker, and gently wiped his face. 

She felt lonely as she fought back tears while holding her grandfather’s frail hand. She couldn’t cry since she didn’t want to wake him. 

She exited the room after cleaning his face and hands and arranging his bedding. 

Her grandfather had frequently said that when people aged, they should die with dignity. 

But Candice realized she couldn’t come to terms with that notion just yet. For once, she wished to be selfish, yearning to keep her grandfather alive, right by her side. 

She was uncertain about how to confront the world if she were to lose Joe, the sole remaining person who loved her. 

After lingering outside the hospital for an extended period, Candice finally succumbed to her 

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Her hands trembled as she attempted to light a cigarette, her lack of experience evident in her struggle with the lighter. 

Awkwardly squatting near the stand, Candice persistently tried to light her cigarette. Each time she succeeded, her tears would extinguish it. 

By the time she managed to keep it lit, the cigarette had already burned down to half its length. 

The following day, Candice got a call from Helen, who had rarely been in touch since Sonia and Alex became a couple. 

Candice picked up, only to hear Helen demand a meeting. 

Feeling burdened, Candice responded, “I’m not in a good mood right now. Let’s talk on the phone.” 

Helen responded with a cold sneer. “Given the trouble you’ve caused the company, you’re right to feel bad about it. Let’s cut the chase. I’m not keen on meeting either, but we need to talk about the house Alex got for you. We’re not in the business of charity or taking in beggars.” 

Helen’s razor–sharp remarks made Candice’s headache worse. 

She had visions of Joe in surgery and was suffering from insomnia. 

“I’ll handle the matter with Alex directly,” Candice said. 

“What’s there to discuss? You’ve left the company and have no ties to my son anymore. I used to