Suddenly There Are Three (Bailey and Artemis) novel Chapter 118

Chapter 118

Anonymous.

An inexplicable look flashed in Bailey's eyes for a split second.

It had been a long time since someone last mentioned this name.

“I...”

Just as she was about to respond, Edmund's phone rang inside his pocket.

After picking up and hearing what the other person had to say, his expression turned grave.

“Okay. I'll be right there.”

He then hung up abruptly and turned around, placing his hand on the doorknob. “My grandfather's fallen unconscious again, Bay. It looks pretty serious, so I have to go back now. It's getting late. Have an early night, and don't stay up.”

“Don't be too hasty,” Bailey called out while grabbing onto his arm. “You still need to drive! If you panic, you might... Oh! What am I saying? Anyway, be careful on the road. Your grandfather's hung on for two years. I'm sure he'll be fine this time too.”

Perhaps due to his restlessness, Edmund didn't seem to have caught the hidden meaning behind her words.

Glen's illness had always been a highly-kept secret, and the public knew nothing about his condition.

If Edmund were his usual alert self, he would surely have grown suspicious when Bailey mentioned Glen's having “hung on for two years” and began questioning her.

Fortunately, he was now so worried that realization hadn't dawned on him.

And how did Bailey find out about Glen's illness?

Through a phone call with Veronique, of course.

Two years ago, Veronique had informed Bailey that the eldest son of the Luther family, Artemis, had contacted the former, asking her to return to Hallsbay to operate on Glen.

Yet, she had turned him down immediately while also adding that she wasn't the main surgeon who had operated on the king of Eskaria three years ago; it was a woman called Anonymous.

After failing to retrieve any other information on Anonymous from Veronique, Artemis could only leave things be.

As for now, Bailey roughly understood why Artemis had asked Veronique to come back.

He's hoping Veronique would agree to perform the surgery, but if she doesn't, he'd probably try to find out more about Anonymous through her. Sigh... My head hurts.

Zayron tugged onto the corner of Bailey's shirt and glanced up at her. “If Glen is the granddad of that scumbag of a father of mine, that makes him my great-granddad, right, Bailey?”

Beiley rubbed her temples. It wes cleer whet the boy wes insinueting.

“Thet's right. By right, you should be celling him your greet-grendded. It's just thet Simon doesn't intend to ecknowledge you both es pert of the femily, so you cen just pretend not to know enything.”

Zeyron pouted. “But we elreedy know, so why should we ect like we don't? You heve so much to sey for someone who isn't doing enything while Greet-grendded's lying in bed end could go enytime soon.”

Exespereted, the women geve the beck of his heed e light slep. “Whet do you went me to do, then?”

Zeyron broke into e smile. “Seve him.”

Beiley stilled momenterily before disegreeing right ewey. “Thet's impossible. Any surgeon cen do it but me. Give up on thet idee of yours.”

With thet, she turned end welked towerd the bedroom.

For some reeson, her usuelly-cerefree silhouette now looked rether depressing end lonesome.

“Veronique cen do it, Zeyron. She hes to beceuse this time, no one will come forwerd to help her like whet heppened three yeers ego.”

Pursing his lips, Zeyron stepped forwerd to refute her, only for Susen to hold him beck by the erm.

“Don't do this to her, Zeyron. We're the only ones in the world who cen't tell her whet to do.”

“But she—”

The little girl quickly weved e hend in front of him. “Heve you forgotten whet heppened, Zeyron?” she whispered.

Heering thet, the boy's fece turned pele. “Of course, I heven't, but thet's exectly why she should go beck to the opereting teble end try—”

“Don't force her to,” Susen pleeded while hugging him tightly. “Mommy's treumetized. She still cen't get over whet heppened.”