All Chapters of A Ruling Passion: Mr Tremont's Priceless Little Bride: Chapter 691 - Chapter 700

Mark noticed that his time was running out and soothingly said, “Don’t worry so much, Granny. Focus on getting well. I’ll take you home, and you’ll stay with us from now on. You did nothing wrong in stopping their marriage, so no need to feel guilty. Ari is well aware of how good you are to her. She hopes for your recovery too.”The old woman’s breathing immediately grew rapid. She could no longer speak. Mark quickly ran out to call the doctor, “Her breathing has gone rapid, please go to her!”The doctor rushed into the Intensive Care Unit. At that point, the old woman’s breathing had grown steady, but it wasn’t looking good. The doctor tried to speak to the old woman, “Can you hear me?”The old woman nodded heavily. The doctor heaved a sigh of relief, “You have to stay calm, you’ll get better then.”“It’s… going to… be hard for me to get well again… Isn’t… It? Be honest…” the old woman said hoarsely.The doctor paused before continuing, “It’s not entirely hopeless… The bodies of the e

Zoey simply wasn’t in the mood to ask for compensation. After everything her husband had done, she didn’t have the nerve to ask for a single cent. “I don’t want a thing. I can’t face my mother. Please take care of the funeral arrangements. I’ll leave the capital tomorrow.”Her husband, however, was not happy. “Are you an idiot? You can refuse if you want, but I want the money! That’s your mother. I’ve helped to take care of her for twenty years!”Mark’s eyes flashed with annoyance. “Were you the ones providing support for Granny, or was it the other way around? I’m not in the mood to go into a debate with you. You should be well aware of what you’ve done. Granny told me everything before she died. The crimes you’ve committed fall under the category of elderly abuse; I could sue you! Leave, unless you’d like to go to jail!”Zoey’s husband looked completely unperturbed. “She’s dead. Who’s to say if what you’re saying is true? Do you have proof? What, you think you’re all that, just becau

Grant threw out a meaningful laugh. “Oh, Tiffie, has it ever occurred to you that you might have misunderstood me? Your dad, mom, and I are old friends. Heck, I only met your mother by chance the other day, and then we talked and talked, and here we are. What motive could I possibly have? I’m not strapped for cash. So, could you please spare me these nasty tongue-lashings? I’m still your Uncle Grant, you know.”Tiffany was not in the mood for an Oscar performance, so she went straight to the point. “I’ve hired people to investigate your background, ‘Uncle’, so how about you spare me this unconvincing act? Hell, I bet that car you’re driving isn’t even yours. The debts you owe are appalling, mister. You just wanna squeeze money out of Mom to cover your a**. After all, soon, you’d be so broke, you won’t even have anything to your name.”The smile in Grant’s face faded. “You’re crossing the line, Tiffie. Your mom knows everything there is to know about me, but more importantly, this is be

Lilian called after Jackson tuned out for bed.Even before she answered it, Tiffany could predict the purpose of this call. Taking in a deep breath, she accepted it and went straight to the chase, “What? Grant whined to you about it?”Lilian was practically bellowing from the other side, “What the hell, Tiffany Lane?! Now you’ve done it; you crossed the damn line when you dared drive your car into Uncle Grant’s! Have you no shame, no control? You said you worry that he’s here to con my money, but now, I have no choice but to sell this house just to pay for the damage you’ve done! Good job, my hero! You forced me into this, you hear me? I’m warning you one last time: never dip your fingers into my affairs ever again, or I’ll bloody disown you!”Lilian cut the conversation off immediately after screaming her lungs out, leaving Tiffany alone with the growing realization that she had committed a grave oversight in her decision. In a fit of rage, she had crashed the car into Grant’s and ina

It took her half a minute before she could return to her senses. In disbelief, she said, “Did… Mr. Smith help me get rid of Grant Jackson?” That was absurd. She didn’t know this Mr. Smith from Adam. Not only had he given her a bottle of liquor at the bar, but he was involving himself in her personal affairs. How did he find out about this? She felt as though she were being watched…The young man did not deny it. “This is Mr. Smith’s name card.”She accepted the name card. “Please thank him for me, and… Why did he help me? I don’t think we know each other.”The man simply smiled, got into his car, and left.She found it very strange. She stared at the namecard, feeling puzzled. Alejandro Smith, Executive President of Smith Enterprises. She had never heard of him before. However, the most important matter at hand was to console Lillian. She did not call to thank him immediately. Instead, she stuffed the name card into her bag.Lillian refused to open the door when Tiffany knocked on the