Steal my heart novel (Grace James and Caden Shaw)

Chapter 283 That’s Not the Person to Hate

She chose the latter between working with Miffel and taking care of Caden.

Vivian called Grace in a fury, “Are you crazy, Grace? Do you know what’s going on? Fine! Even if the

James Group was at its peak, being able to cooperative with Miffel was definitely a good thing.”

Grace did not immediately give her an answer. She was stunned, “How did you know about Miffel?” Content © NôvelDrama.Org 2024.

Vivian sneered, “Grace, I know what you’re thinking. Unfortunately, you’re wrong this time. Mr. Cayne

came to the office before. Of course, I won’t easily give your number to anyone. When he came looking

for you, I saw that he was in a hurry. I asked him and found out that it was because of Miffel. Miffel’s

always on the move. It would be a precious opportunity to meet him. But then I knew from Mr. Cayne

that you refused him.”

Vivian said impatiently, “Grace, if you are sick, I will not let you go even if you want to. But you’ve

recovered. Then why?” Vivian asked forcefully.

Grace pursed her lips, “Nothing. I just don’t want to meet him.”

“What exactly are you thinking about?!” Vivian shouted and hung up.

Twenty minutes later, a hurried doorbell rang in front of Grace’s house.

She thought that the takeout had arrived, but when she opened the door, Vivian rushed in.

“Grace, I don’t believe that you made such a choice without any reason.” Vivian was so angry. She

picked up the teacup on the table and poured it into her mouth.

But before she could take a sip, the teacup was snatched away.

Vivian looked at the person and was slightly stunned, “President Shaw?”

The moment Grace found out about Caden being shot in Rome, Vivian knew about it. Later, when

Grace returned, Vivian thought Caden would be out of danger and return to S City.

Vivian was surprised to see Caden with Grace at her home.

“President Shaw …” Vivian immediately extended her hand.

“This is Grace’s cup. You are not allowed to use it.” Caden glared at Vivian warily. He defensively

clasped the cup.

Looking at Caden like this, Vivian felt a little strange. She stared at Caden in confuse. Grace hurriedly

blocked Vivian’s sight, “You go back first. We’ll talk about it in office.”

Vivian’s eyes flashed with surprise. Was Grace driving her away?

“Grace! I can’t bear it for that long. You must explain it today. Why would you give up such a good

opportunity? This is not you.” Grace could stay up for days for the sake of work. She would never let

such an opportunity slip by. For the James Group, this was also a great chance to turn the tables on

danger. But Grace just ignored it.

There must be some reason Vivian didn’t know.

“Grace. I’m cold.” Caden’s childish voice interrupted Vivian’s thought.

Hearing this, Vivian’s mouth opened wide in surprise.

Grace grabbed Caden, “You go back to your room.”

Grace could only do that in front of Vivian. She had never expected Vivian to suddenly come to her

home.

It wasn’t that Grace didn’t trust Vivian, but that fewer people knew about this, the safer Caden would

be.

“Grace, is President Shawn ...” Vivian was smart. She had already noticed that something was wrong.

Vivian pointed to Caden’s head and gestured.

“No...”

“Cold. I’m cold.”

Grace was speechless. She almost wanted to throw him out.

“No way! He really …”

“Enough, Vivian.” Grace’s face darkened.

Grace didn’t like it when people said that something was wrong with Caden. She just didn’t want to

hear it.

But Grace couldn’t hide it. Any further explanation would be ridiculous.

She pursed her lips tightly and poured a glass of water for Caden. Then she got a thick coat, “You

should lie down and rest. Who told you to come out?”

Vivian couldn’t believe it. Grace gestured to her, “Sit down.”

As Vivian watched Caden drink quietly on the side, she sat down on the sofa. Vivian was so smart that

she immediately understood.

“Grace, you didn’t give up the chance because of him, did you?”

Grace did not respond.

Vivian was anxious, “You did it for him? Are you crazy?”

Grace turned to Caden and said, “Go back to the bedroom.” Caden left reluctantly.

Then she began to explain.

“He’s sick and has a fever. I can’t leave him like that.”

“Then you decide to give up this rare opportunity?” Vivian asked angrily.

“It was just a fever!”

Vivian was getting angrier. Her chest rose and fell with heavy breath.

“You can find someone to take care of him. We can send him back to the Shaw family. There are so

many solutions, but you chose to stay! Do you know that you’re giving up more than just a chance?

What you’ve given up is an opportunity for all the employees of the James Group! You ask all of

employees to accompany you to choose a difficult and risky path. Grace, you let them all down this

time.”

If Vivian didn’t know the real problem with the group, she wouldn’t be as anxious as she was now.

There was a solution at last, but Grace gave up without a second thought.

Grace was silent. Vivian suddenly stood up.

“Grace, you’re poisoned! You’ve lost your mind! Don’t forget what he did to you in the past!” Vivian

realized that she had gone too far. However, she was angrier at Grace’s decision.

“What he did to you? What was worth giving up on Miffel for him? Had he ever said he was sorry? Did

he ever tell you he loved you? Moreover, who knew when he would be able to recover? Do you want to

take care of such a child for your life?” Every word was like a saber struck straight at the vital point!

Grace trembled and her hands gripped the sofa tightly to hold on. Vivian showed her the truth without

mercy. After Caden was sick, she had intended to leave it at that.

Grace felt she had lost her soul.

Slowly, she raised her head and said, “Vivian, if he recovers, I can ignore him instead. I hate Caden, I

really do. I only wish I could see him again in hell.” If this person was the original Caden, Grace would

get back at him. And Caden could just endure it.

However, Caden was sick now. He had forgotten everything. He couldn’t understand why Grace hated

him. Grace could not just tell those dirty things to a child with the mind of an eight-year-old.

“He is not Caden, not the past Caden. He treats me well in all the ways he can think of, although it is

childish. I admit that I’m touched. I’m touched by an eight-year-old child. Vivian, what do you want me

to do? Should I push away with my own hands the warmth that I seldom get?”

“I hate him, but not an eight-year-old child.”