Nora

Chapter 42:.

The place was in chaos. The sound of doctors and nurses administering emergency medical treatment could be heard from the room.

“Mom!”

“Grandma!”

“Grandma!”

Justin’s uncle’s family burst into tears. They were all crying and acting as if they were terribly sad.

“Shut up!” barked Justin fiercely, bringing their sobs to an abrupt halt. Justin’s second uncle, Raymond Hunt, immediately said in a reproachful tone, “It doesn’t matter if you don’t cry because you’re cold-blooded, Justin. Why do you forbid us…?”

Justin gave him a withering look and replied, “Grandma’s not dead!”.

Raymond was so frightened of him that the words he was about to utter got stuck in his throat. His family also slowly stopped crying.

Justin pursed his lips and stared around the room.

Pete’s little body began to tremble. Even someone like him, who used to be intelligent and shrewd for his age, was now at a loss. As if sensing his panic, Justin put his big, warm hand on his shoulder.

Pete gradually calmed down. When he turned to the side, he immediately saw Justin looking down at him from above. Justin’s voice was rich and soft as he said, “Don’t be afraid, Pete.”

Pete’s eyes reddened again and he nodded.

By then, Nora had already approached the living room. She looked at Pete. When he was on the plane, because he needed to sleep, he had stayed inside his room with Cherry the whole time and hadn’t interacted with Justin and his son.

Now that she was observing him so closely, she realized that his physique was actually very similar to Cherry’s.

When she wanted to observe him some more, sounds from the room caught her attention.

When Justin realized that she wasn’t entering the room as soon as she came in, but was looking at him, his heart shrank. Did Anti think Grandma was doomed too?

Her voice was very low. For the first time, there was helplessness and pleading in her voice. She said, “Miss Smith, please…”

Before she could finish, however, Nora had already looked away and entered the room.

Finest Hospital was truly worthy of its reputation as a renowned hospital in the country. From its equipment to the doctors, it boasted the best medical conditions in the United States. Even the nurses were very professional.

Everyone moved in an orderly fashion as they tried to save the patient.

“Prepare to apply electric shock!”

“200 volts!”

Bam!

“…”

Beep, beep, beep! … Beep… beep…

When her heart finally started beating again, the doctors and nurses sighed with relief.noveldrama

Nora, however, frowned. She had looked at the patient’s various data beforehand….

“Mr. Hunt, Elderly Mrs. Hunt’s body is already borderline. The cardiac arrest a moment ago has caused multiple organ failures. If she doesn’t wake up in time, I’m afraid her life is in danger.”

The Chief Doctor, who had just been involved in the emergency rescue efforts, removed her mask, revealing a bright, handsome face underneath. Her voice was calm and steady as she related the patient’s condition.

Justin, frowning, asked, “Dr. York, Grandma has always been healthy. Why did this happen all of a sudden?”

At his question, Tina York frowned and let out a sigh. She replied, “Mrs. Hunt is 80 years old now. Her body is not as healthy as it used to be.”

Justin looked at Nora and asked, “Shall we proceed with surgery immediately?”

“No, you must not!”

Tina shook her head before Nora could respond. Her voice was soft and gentle as she spoke, which made her sound trustworthy. She said, “Mrs. Hunt is too weak right now. We just snatched her from the jaws of death. If we operate on her now, the operation will cause her more damage.”

Nora did not speak. Instead, she watched the patient carefully.

Mrs. Hunt’s eyes were closed. She was thin and her face was full of dense wrinkles. There was hardly any sign of life in her as she lay on the bed.

Her body was indeed in an extremely weakened state.

However, if she did not undergo surgery, which caused the blood clot in her brain to prevent blood circulation for a prolonged period of time, it was possible that the chances of her waking up in the future would be very slim.

As he was thinking, another fight broke out on the other side of the door.

Raymond and his family had also heard what Tina said. Enraged, Raymond exclaimed, “Does that mean my mother is doomed? Why is your life so hard, Mom? We’ve already told you that the boy Justin brought is an ingrate, but you refuse to believe us and insist on keeping him by your side! But in the end, he pushed you so cruelly down the stairs! He might as well have killed you.”

Raymond was this year 55 years old. He appeared thin but energetic, and had a shrewd look that came from many years of life experience.

His son, Roger Hunt, had the deep-set eyes unique to the Hunts. However, his gaze was not as deep and unfathomable as Justin’s. On the contrary, he was always smiling and gave the impression that he was up to no good.

He sighed and choked back his sobs as he said, “Don’t say that, Dad. Pete’s not a normal kid after all. He’s mentally ill. He didn’t want to relapse. He didn’t want to hurt his grandmother either…”

There was a boy on his side of the family who was of the same generation as Pete. Because he was fat, they nicknamed him Fatty. His cheeks were so fleshy that even his eyes were gone. Fatty lunged at Pete, stretched out his chubby hand and sent it flying towards Pete’s face fiercely as he yelled, “You little weirdo and murderer!”.

Justin was about to ask Nora for her opinion after hearing what Tina said. However, at such a critical time, his uncle and his family were ignoring his grandmother’s condition and were starting to attack Pete again.

When he saw Fatty raise his hand and direct it towards Pete’s face, Justin’s eyes darkened and he could no longer contain the anger he had been suppressing. He raised his foot and threw Fatty to the ground as fast as he could.

The kick sent Fatty sliding three feet across the floor. Since he was fat, his fat acted as a shock absorber. In addition, Justin had also deliberately kept his strength under control, so he suffered no internal injury.

However, the pain caused him to burst into tears. He crawled over to Raymond and hid behind him. “Save me, Grandpa! Uncle Justin wants to kill me!”

Raymond shouted angrily, “Justin, what are you doing?”

Anger stirred in Justin’s deep-set eyes. The beauty mark in his eye was cold and merciless as he said, “If you can’t keep your grandson in line, then I’ll do it for you.”

Raymond shouted, “Why don’t you keep your son in line first! He caused the death of his own grandmother! That is absolutely unforgivable!”

Justin, who had an imposing aura about him, stepped forward and said, “Pete didn’t kill anyone. I trust him.”

Roger stepped between him, Fatty and his father. He let out a sigh as soft as ever and said, “Justin, it’s useless even if you trust him. It’s obvious from the surveillance camera footage in the living room that Pete pushed Great Aunt. We’ve already given the footage to Grandpa and they’ve decided that this weekend they will hold a family meeting and kick Pete out of the Hunt’s.”

Aside from the household servants who testified that Pete had argued with his great-grandmother, the most fundamental evidence supporting the allegation that Pete had pushed her was the surveillance camera footage.

The footage was taken from the back. In the video, the elderly Mrs. Hunt was falling down while Pete’s arm was outstretched….. Whichever way you looked at it, it simply appeared that Pete had pushed her.

They had both the witness testimonies and the physical evidence.

So now they had only one option left, and that was to save Mrs. Hunt and get her to regain consciousness. She was the only person who could prove Pete’s innocence!

Although her son had never spoken up for himself, Justin had trusted him from start to finish!

Pete stared around the room. He didn’t hear the others berating him at all. All he cared about was great-grandma.

At the sight of the motionless old woman, his eyes reddened. Suddenly, he rushed into the living room, hugged Nora’s leg and pleaded, “Mom, save great-grandma!”

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