Sweet Flash Marriage with the Restrained Tycoon (Isabelle and Damien) novel Chapter 471

Chapter A Grandfather’s Final Lesson

Chapter 471 A Grandfather’s Final Lesson

If isabelle remained connected to the family’s legacy, the Cross family would naturally extend more consideration in their business dealings.

But if Christian were truly gone, and Isabelle becage completely detached, with Jonathan also uninvolved in the family enterprises, then the tangible ties between the Cross family and the Foster legacy would virtually disappear

Camellia’s meaning was clear enough, yet Sophia still seemed unable or unwilling to grasp it.

Caroline watched Camellia and Sophia from a distance, her heart aching. “Was I too harsh earlier?”

“No, it needed to be said,” Isabelle reassured her softly.

Regina frowned slightly.

Matters concerning Caroline’s family were not hers to comment on. She offered quiet comfort to Caroline and exchanged a few polite words with Camellia.

The light above the operating room remained on for several tense hours. By the time it finally switched off, dawn was beginning to tinge the sky.

Caroline, Camellia, and the others rushed forward as the surgeon emerged.

“I’m sorry… we did everything we could.”

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The day of Christian’s funeral was overcast, a light, persistent rain falling.

The fine drizzle hung in the air like silver threads that refused to break, clinging to the cypress trees in the cemetery, deepening their dark green to an ink–black hue.

Before the granite headstone, figures holding black umbrellas gradually dispersed one by one.

Finally, only Caroline and Camellia remained.

Damian and Louis waited by the car down the path, not wanting to intrude on their private moment.

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Caroline’s breath trembled faintly. A cool breeze carried the mist–like rain, settling on the ends of her hair and gathering into droplets that traced paths down her already–damp cheeks.

The faint, somber toll of a bell came from a distant church spire. Her fingers brushed lightly over the engraved stone. The cold, smooth surface felt, for a fleeting second, like her father’s broad palm holding his “little girl” one last time.

After returning home, Isabelle fell ill. She developed a fever in the middle of the night.

Damian was thrown into a panic, unaccustomed to seeing her so vulnerable. He hadn’t faced a situation like this before.

He called Nancy, but she didn’t answer, so he tried Lynn instead.

Lynn was still awake. Soft jazz and the muffled sounds of a lively environment came through the phone.

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Chapter 471 A Grandfather’s Einal Lesson

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if her temperature isn’t too high, just use cool compresses, Only give medication if it goes over 101.3°F. Is she lucid?” Lynn asked.

“Very much so.”

Damian glanced at Isabelle, who was absorbed in a game on her tablet. A cooling gel strip was on her forehead, and a cup of warm water sat beside her. It almost seemed like he was the one who was sick, not her.

“Lucid is good. I’ll swing by on my way home and drop off some acetaminophen. Don’t give her ibuprofen yet,” she reminded.

After hanging up, Damian fetched ice from the kitchen, wrapped it in a cloth, and sat beside her, gently applying it to her wrists and the back of her neck.

“What game is that?” Damian frowned. Was it really that engrossing?

“It’s called Starfall Arena. Pretty popular,” Isabelle answered, her voice thick and nasal.

She had barely slept at all over the past few days. The weather had been oppressively humid, and a hurricane was forecasted to make landfall. She thought she was just exhausted and would feel better after some rest, but instead, she found herself wide awake tonight.

Damian brushed her hair back from her face, took a hair tie from the nightstand, and gathered it up, then continued cooling the

sides of her neck.

“That’s what ‘popular‘ means these days?” Damian had never even heard of it.

His muttered comment reached Isabelle. She smiled, glancing sideways at him. “You’ve never played it?”

The corner of Damian’s mouth twitched. “Of course I have…”

Was he really that out of touch?

“Mr. Cross, it’s perfectly normal. Plenty of people haven’t, especially busy, successful executives.”

She emphasized ‘successful executives‘ with deliberate gravity.

Damian couldn’t help a wry smile.

It felt like many days since he’d last seen her smile.

A fierce gust of wind howled past, making the tree branches outside lash violently. The shrieking sound tore through the night. If it weren’t midsummer, one might mistake it for a bitter winter gale.

The violent wind assaulted the city. Metal railings outside clattered noisily, and the sounds of debris being tossed about and colliding could be heard.

Alfred and the household staff all hurried to secure the property and check the utilities.

In less than two minutes, raindrops the size of marbles poured down as if a tap had been opened wide, plummeting rapidly and drumming a loud, frantic rhythm against the windows and ground.

“Is Lynn still coming over?” Isabelle asked suddenly.

“She said she would.” Damian turned his gaze to the dark, storm–lashed night beyond the window.

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