Mr. Graham's Relentless Pursuit of His Ex-Wife의 모든 챕터: 챕터 81 - 챕터 90

The hospital director’s smile stiffened slightly when Nicole asked about Mr. Chancer. He sighed. “Mr. Chancer was an old friend of mine from my younger days. He once saved my life, and later, I saved his. That kind of bond… well, it never really fades.” “But over the years, we both got busy with our own lives, and we lost touch. If it weren’t for his son’s emergency, I wouldn’t have even known he was in town.” The director glanced in the direction where the Lincoln had disappeared, his expression complicated. “Anyway, you saved his son. That means, from now on, you’ve got a powerful backer in this city.” Nicole picked up on the subtle shift in his tone. It was clear he didn’t want to dwell on his past with Mr. Chancer, so she didn’t press further. Just as the director was about to fetch his car to drive her home, another voice chimed in. “No need, Director. I’ll take her home.” Alexander had appeared at just the right moment. The director recognized him

James quickly apologized. “Miss Miller, I’ve been calling her that for three years—it’s a hard habit to break.” Lucy’s expression darkened. “Then break it.” James sighed internally. “Yes, Miss Miller.” After all that rushing, Lucy finally arrived at the hospital, looking perfectly put together, her makeup flawlessly applied. But the moment she reached Travis’s hospital room, she froze in place. Inside, Travis was staring at Nicole. Unblinking. His gaze was locked onto her sleeping face with an intensity that sent a sharp, piercing ache through Lucy’s chest. Her fingers dug into the leather armrests of her wheelchair, nearly tearing through the material. She took a slow breath, forcing herself to calm down. Then, adjusting her tone to one of soft concern, she deliberately raised her voice. “Travis! How did you get hurt like this?” Travis flinched slightly at the sudden call of his name. He turned, his dazed eyes landing on Lucy—sitting in her wheelcha

Travis remained silent.William's cane slammed against the floor with a heavy thud.“Speak up! What’s the matter? Cat got your tongue?!”Travis stayed silent.Lucy, sensing the tension, quickly stepped in with a gentle, careful tone.“Grandpa, maybe Travis was just acting on impulse,” she said, her voice soft and understanding. “He was drunk. He probably didn’t even realize what he was doing.”Then, she turned to Nicole, flashing that familiar innocent smile.“Nicole, I’m sure you don’t blame Travis for this, do you?”Nicole resisted the urge to roll her eyes.Lucy—always playing the mediator, always pretending to be the kind-hearted peacemaker.But now wasn’t the time to expose her.William was old. His health wasn’t as strong as before. He couldn’t take too much stress.So, for his sake, Nicole played along.She let out a small sigh and said, “Grandpa, I’m sure Travis didn’t mean any harm. Please don’t be too hard on him. If you keep scolding him, I’ll feel guilty. After

Hearing something so utterly ridiculous, Nicole let out a sharp, cold laugh. Travis Graham, her ex-husband, actually thought he had a say in her life now? Before she could reply, her phone rang—Alexander. The moment he heard she was at the hospital, he didn’t hesitate to lie that he was nearby. "I'm nearby," he said smoothly. "I'll come pick you up." Nicole hesitated for half a second before nodding to herself. Recently, she’d sensed Travis acting strangely toward her, and it unsettled her. The sooner she left, the less of a chance he had to corner her again. “Where are you?” Alexander asked. “In the elevator, heading down. Just wait a few minutes.” The second she hung up, the elevator reached the ground floor. Nicole threw one last wary glance at Travis before stepping out. "Mr. Graham," she said coolly, "we’re both single, independent adults now. We don’t owe each other anything, and we don’t need to be in each other's way. I hope you can respect that

Nicole shook her head. “No. I’m not defending him—I’m doing this for Grandpa. You know how much he means to me.” Alexander studied her face. Her eyes—clear, sharp, yet distant—like winter moonlight. “You’re not lying?” His voice was low, unreadable. “You really feel nothing for him anymore?” Nicole knew what he wanted. He wanted her to say it outright—to confirm that Travis meant nothing to her now. But she had no patience for this. She sighed, rubbing her temples. “Why would I lie?” she muttered. “You saw everything yourself—how he treated me all these years. You think I’d still waste my time feeling sorry for him?” She exhaled sharply, then added, calmly but firmly, “But Grandpa has always been good to me. And Travis is his only grandson.” She met Alexander’s gaze and said, pointedly, “Sometimes, you don’t do things for the person—you do it for the people who matter.” That was all it took. Alexander inhaled deeply, fists still clenched—