Submit to the Boss He Rules the Boardroom and the Bedroom novel Chapter 802

Chapter 802 I Forgive You

Hearing Lucia's proposal, August frowned slightly. "That environment is the best for them.’

"The medical instruments in the mansion are not advanced enough to handle critical conditions. Dad and Mom are getting older. Every second counts for their lives," Lucia said seriously.

August stopped talking and deliberately closed his eyes and leaned back in his seat with a frown.

"I know you have concerns..." Lucia lowered her eyes slightly and said dejectedly, "Not to be cruel, but Grandma is very old and has never enjoyed Timothy and Janet." She also leaned back, still clutching August’s big hand.

After a few seconds of silence, a cold voice whispered in her ear, 'Til consider your words."

Lucia's eyelashes fluttered slightly. She was finally calmed by his cold words.

It was silent the rest of the way. Finally, the car stopped at the entrance of the mansion. The two got out hand in hand and walked quickly through the long quiet path.

Joey was pacing anxiously at the door when they appeared. He immediately greeted them, "Sir, madame, you're finally here. Mrs. Mitchell and Old Mrs. Adams won't leave the room." He guided them to Eliot's room. "Please go in and talk to them."

August asked as he walked forward, "What happened?"

"Mr. Adams had a sudden attack last night and clamored to see Mrs. Adams in the yard..."

August frowned slightly and said sarcastically, "She's been dead for so long."

"You’re right," Joey said anxiously, "but Mr. Adams fell sick because he couldn't find Mrs. Adams."

As they spoke, August pushed open the door to Eliot's room, only to see his grandma on the bedside and Mrs. Mitchell with dark circles under her eyes. Their pale faces showed that they had stayed up all night.

The cold beeps of the medical instruments echoed in the room.

Lucia immediately talked them into going to rest and left August there. Then she went to the family doctor's room.

August sat in a chair looking quietly at the unconscious Eliot. His lips curled into a mocking smile. My mother died so many years ago. What's the point of you doing this now?"

Eliot couldn't speak, but his index finger trembled slightly as if in response to August.

August lifted his cold fingers with mixed emotions in his eyes. Finally, he slowly held Eliot's withered hand. "Maybe my mother will never forgive you, so you don't have to do meaningless things," he gasped and said in a hoarse, cold voice, "but I forgive you for the old me. I forgive you.

Just as he finished speaking, a tear drained down the corners of Eliot's eyes onto the white pillowcase.