Unmasking the Heiress (Evangeline and Walte) novel Chapter 595

Evangeline's eyes were red-rimmed as she shook her head fiercely, refusing to accept it. "Grandpa is going to pull through. Dr. George said we have to believe," she pleaded, her voice breaking.

She was holding onto Yale's hand as if her grip alone could keep her grandfather alive.

She knew how serious it was, that he might not make it through the night. However, she could not bear the thought of her uncles returning, as if their arrival would seal her grandfather's fate. Yale understood her all too well, his own heart aching with the same fear.

His hand gently touched her forehead, stroking it softly. "What's on your mind? Your grandpa is really sick, and your uncle Holden and I are swamped. We thought it'd be best to call your other uncles to pitch in."

Evangeline knew it was a kind lie, but she could not bring herself to call it out.

The day the Foster brothers all came together was the same day Cole got moved out of the ICU to a regular room.

Evangeline was so happy that she could barely contain herself, dancing around with glee. If she had not been pregnant, she might have leaped with joy.

Cole lay on the blue hospital bed, looking frail and pale with a respirator in his nose, the gentle rise and fall of his chest the only sign he was still fighting.

When he saw everyone around him, his eyes moved from one Foster brother to the next, lighting up with a flush of excitement when they landed on Evangeline.

She rushed to his side, careful not to hurt him, and gently touched his hand.

"Grandpa, I did get kidnapped, but I'm lucky, you know? I ran into an old friend who brought me back!"

Evangeline clung to a thread of hope. Maybe seeing her safe would strengthen her grandpa's will to live. Could getting Conrad back there make a difference?

Cole's eyes dropped, and he gave a weak nod.