From His Invisible Wife to the World's Icon novel Chapter 105

Just then, her phone rang from inside her purse.

He finally let go.

Lydia's stomach churned with nausea.

Those hands had touched Sierra's hair, her ankles... God knew what else.

Seeing the caller ID, she walked over to the window. "Wesley?"

"Ms. Sterling, Eleanor is awake. She wants to see you."

Tears of joy sprang to her eyes, though she quickly blinked them back. "Okay, I'll be right there," she said, her voice light.

She hung up and turned around, suddenly meeting Frederick's dark, unfathomable gaze. Her heart gave a sudden jolt.

"Are we done here? I have things to do," she snapped impatiently.

"Mrs. Foster, the treatment starts tomorrow. Here is the schedule." The doctor handed her a timetable. She snatched it, shoved it into her purse, and strode out of the room.

She rushed to the VIP ward.

Standing at the door, Lydia took a moment to steady her breathing before walking in.

"Grandma, Lydie is here." A man's deep, magnetic voice sounded incredibly gentle, flowing through her heart like a clear spring.

Lydie?

That was what Eleanor had called her when she was being wheeled into surgery, and he had naturally adopted the nickname.

For some reason, Lydie sounded much more intimate than Lydia.

As she stood there stunned, the man looked up, his sharp gaze locking onto her face.

She quickly put on a bright smile and walked over. "Grandma Eleanor, are you feeling any better?"

The elderly woman lay in bed with an oxygen mask on. Her breathing was shallow and labored. Her frail, yellowed hand gently grasped Lydia's. "Much better... Now that I've seen you... I'm better..."

Lydia's smile crinkled the corners of her eyes as a tear slipped out. "Then you should see me more often. You'll recover in no time."

"Yes," Grandma Eleanor agreed softly. "Picture."

The contract was crystal clear. She was to act as his fiancée until Eleanor passed away.

The fact that Eleanor had survived the surgery was already a miracle. There wouldn't be another one.

Looking at the dark, ashen hue of the elderly woman's face, it reminded Lydia of how her grandmother had looked right before she passed. Eleanor didn't have much time left.

Lydia swallowed her sadness. Her dark eyes suddenly flickered as an idea struck her.

In all of Averton, the only family capable of going toe-to-toe with the Fosters and the Suttons was the Ford family.

Could he introduce her to a powerhouse lawyer?

Although she had decided to represent herself, she had zero legal knowledge. Meanwhile, Frederick had the unbeatable legal shark, Sebastian, and an entire corporate legal team at his disposal.

Sebastian hadn't lost a single case in his entire career.

If Frederick refused to let her go, she was terrified that even if she walked away with absolutely nothing, she still wouldn't be able to get a divorce.

Lydia slowly reached out and tugged at the sleeve of the man's dark gray shirt. "Mr. Ford, could you possibly introduce me to a lawyer?"