Chapter 757 Waking Up
"What do you mean?" Grace looked over with a puzzled expression.
"In the Taft family, although Mrs. Taft has stepped down and Mr. Taft has been managing the group for years, with all business decisions handed over to him, the formal inheritance ceremony has never been held."
"Inheritance ceremony?"
It was the first time Grace had heard this term.
It was not the old days anymore; did a person in power need a ceremony?
As far as she knew, control over a group only required sufficient shares.
Willie continued to explain, "Ms. Morgan, you might have read online that the Taft family is a century-old family with deep roots and complex influences. Although Mr. Taft is the only male heir now, other branches have also developed well."
"The bigger the family, the more they value family, especially the recognition of the elders."
"Every heir of the Taft family must get the approval of everyone in the family before the formal signing of the share transfer authorization. Mrs. Taft also went through this ceremony when she took over the Taft family, but Mr. Taft's inheritance ceremony has been delayed because..."
At this point, Willie paused.
Grace thought for a moment and understood.
"Because Mrs. Taft wants Quentin to marry Caroline, so she has delayed the inheritance ceremony to keep Quentin in check, right?"
"Ms. Morgan, you are very perceptive. I just hinted, and you understood immediately."
Grace looked up, her mind in turmoil.
Not only because Quentin hadn't woken up and was in danger.
But also because of what Willie had just said.
If he hadn't said it, her understanding of the Taft family would have remained superficial.
No wonder Ruby repeatedly insisted that she would make Quentin marry Caroline. It turns out Ruby had significant leverage.
All these years, Grace had always thought that they couldn't be together because their feelings weren't strong enough, that he didn't love her enough.
But now it seemed that might not be the case.
The reality gap was too difficult to cross.
The joy of being proposed to was completely washed away at that moment.
"Willie, is there really no way to get in and see him? I miss him so much!"
Grace looked up, tears rolling down her cheeks.
Tears fell one after another, rolling down her neck into her clothes.
"When Mr. Taft was awake, no one dared to disobey, but now that Mr. Taft is in a coma, they know Mrs. Taft's position, so..."
"Okay, I understand. What about you? Can you get in?"
"I should be able to."
Grace nodded, "That's good. You go in and keep watch, and let me know as soon as there's any news about Quentin, okay?"
"I'll go right away."
"Thank you, Willie!"
Grace continued to wait outside as usual.
After a few more hours of waiting.
Suddenly, her phone rang.
On the other end, Willie's excited voice came through, "Ms. Morgan, Mr. Taft is awake, everything is fine, and he wants to see you now."
Grace was overjoyed, tears streaming down her face, "Really? Can I come in now?"
Willie immediately replied with a smile, "Of course, now that Mr. Taft is awake, no one dares to stop you."
"Okay, tell him to stay in bed and not move, I'm coming right away."
Without even hanging up the phone, Grace ran over.
It was only a distance of three hundred feet.
But she felt it was too far, like crossing a century.
Running desperately, she pushed open the door to the ward.
At that moment, the morning sunlight shone on her face, bringing warmth.
Seeing Quentin already sitting on the bed, she couldn't hold back anymore and ran over to hug him tightly.
Her tears fell uncontrollably at that moment.
She no longer needed to hide anything.
Willie quietly left the ward, giving them some private space.
"Quentin, you jerk, you frightened me."
"I was so worried, you know?"
Her voice was completely trembling.
It wasn't until that moment, truly holding him and feeling his warmth, that Grace was sure he was okay.
Before, she might have been a bit dramatic, but she thought she was reasonable.
But this time, she really couldn't control herself, tears streaming down.
Thinking about how dangerous he was and that she might never see him again, her heart almost stopped.
"Stop crying, if you keep crying, my wound will hurt again!" Quentin gently coaxed.
Grace then let go of him, carefully watching his wound.
She suddenly realized, "What does my crying have to do with your wound?"
After saying that, she immediately got nervous, "Why didn't you say earlier? Did my tears touch your wound? What should I do? Will it get infected? You lie down, I'll call the doctor right away."
Quentin laughed and held her hand, "Silly, no need to be so nervous."
"I meant, seeing you cry makes my heart ache, and when my heart aches, my wound hurts more."
Grace finally felt relieved.
She wiped away her tears and tried to put on a bright smile.
"I won't cry anymore."
"Promise me you'll take good care of yourself."
Quentin nodded, "Okay."
Perhaps because he had just recovered from a coma, after talking for a while, his voice became a bit breathless.
He seemed a bit tired.
"Don't talk anymore, lie down and rest."
"Will you stay with me?" he asked, acting spoiled.
"Okay, I'll stay with you."
Not long after Quentin fell asleep, Grace called Willie.
Willie came in immediately. "Ms. Morgan, what can I do for you?"
"Quentin is asleep. Can you watch over him and let me know when he wakes up? I..."
After hesitating for a moment, she spoke honestly, "Beth is dead. She took a bullet for me. Now that Quentin is out of danger, I must go see her and do the last thing for her."
"Okay, Ms. Morgan, go ahead."
When she arrived, Grace walked inquietly.
Beth was still covered in blood, and although her eyes were closed, her posture and expression were not very pleasant.
"Beth, I know you love beauty. Don't worry, I'll make sure you leave with dignity."
At that moment, Linda walked in with a box.
"Grace, have you thought it through? Do you really want to do it yourself?"
Grace nodded firmly, "Yes, Beth took a bullet for me. What's the big deal about doing her makeup? Linda, this is the last thing I can do for her."
"Even if she's leaving this world, I want her to look beautiful."
An hour later, Beth lay there with makeup on, looking beautiful.
At first glance, one might mistake Beth's state for mere slumber. At that moment, Beth looked beautiful, like a blooming rose, not withered at all.
Just then, the door was pushed open.
The coroner walked in, "Here is Beth's autopsy report. I think you should know, take a look!"
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