Chapter 250 The Montgomery Family Has No Descendants Anymore
Grace's eyes flickered; this day came sooner than she thought.
But if Xavier was serious, then she...
After Xavier spoke, he instantly regretted it, feeling like he lost something important.
He thought about explaining, but then heard Grace softly say, "Okay," with her head down.
Grace ended things decisively.
Xavier was ready to persuade her, but he held back, his gaze turned cold, and he just said, "Fine."
Xavier turned and walked out of the lounge.
He left everything he had auctioned, walking away without hesitation.
Grace watched Xavier's retreating figure. She wanted to stop him, but he moved too fast. She could only watch him leave.
Her heart ached, like something was missing.
She knew this day would come and thought she was ready. But when it happened, it hurt so much.
She tried not to fall for him, but she did, more than she realized.
Too many people liked Xavier, and she...
Grace lowered her eyes, knowing she probably had no chance.
In the future, she and Xavier would likely have no contact, maybe never see each other again.
She never had high hopes, but now she was in unbearable pain.
Grace stayed in the lounge, and Xavier never came back.
Later, Grace went downstairs and saw Xavier talking with others. He always stood out, even in a crowd.
He handled everything smoothly, drinking glass after glass of wine.
Grace thought, 'His stomach wasn't good, and he shouldn't drink so much, or he'd feel bad later.'
Grace thought for a moment and messaged Kieran at the Bameran villa, asking him to make sure Xavier drank some hangover soup.
Grace didn't show up much for the rest of the party.
Soon it was late, and the yacht docked back at the pier.
Xavier had brought Grace as his date, and even though their relationship ended, they should still leave together.
As they were leaving, Grace noticed Xavier didn't plan to take the painting and diamonds. She asked, "What about these?"
Xavier glanced at them, his tone cold. "Throw them away."
Then he added, "Not for sale!"
Grace stayed silent. She hadn't even said she wanted to buy them.
Grace couldn't bear to throw them away, so she took them to the car.
She had come in the same car as Xavier, but after she got in, Xavier didn't follow. He told the driver, "Take her home."
"You..." Grace started to ask if he was getting in.
But Xavier walked away.
He didn't want to talk to her.
Grace wanted to get out of the car, but the driver started it immediately. He said, "Ms. Lewis, Mr. Montgomery instructed me to take you home safely."
"Thank you," Grace said.
Luxury cars left the dock one by one, heading away from the pier.
Passersby who knew about cars widened their eyes at the sight of so many luxury, limited-edition vehicles. What a visual feast!
Grace was soon dropped off at her doorstep. She thought about leaving the painting and diamonds in the car for Xavier, but figured he'd just throw them away.
After a moment of hesitation, she decided to take them with her.
When she got upstairs, she realized she was still wearing Xavier's suit jacket.
The jacket had warmed up to her body. She doubted Xavier would want it back; he had plenty of clothes.
It was late. Grace removed her makeup, took a shower, but still couldn't sleep.
She went to the study, opened her computer, and saw the financial books beside her.
She opened one and saw it filled with Xavier's handwriting.
He had become such a big part of her life. She wasn't used to being alone anymore.
At the hospital, Ryan was wheeled into the operating room.
The driver notified Patrick. Patrick and Amy rushed to the hospital.
The hospital was quiet at night, with only Amy's wailing breaking the silence.
"How could this happen? Why is Ryan so unlucky? Who did he offend?" Amy cried.
"Why is his life so hard? Why is our whole family's life so hard? What did Ryan do wrong? If he gets hurt, how will I live?" Amy clutched her chest, her voice loud.
Patrick, standing nearby, was irritated. "Can you shut up?"
"Shut up? If you hadn't left Ryan behind, he wouldn't be like this now. He's still in the operating room. He just got out of the hospital a few days ago!"
"Ryan is our only son. Don't you care about him? All you think about is the company, putting so much pressure on Ryan. If anything happens to him, I won't let you off!"
"Enough!" Patrick roared. "Do you even realize how useless your son is?"
If Ryan weren't his son, he might have already dealt with him.
"What do you mean by that? He's my son, but Ryan is your son too!" Amy shouted.
Amy's loud shouting turned into sobbing. "You've been so strict with him since he was little. Do you know how scared he is of you?"
"He tries so hard to do everything perfectly to earn your approval, yearning for your praise. Yet, you constantly find fault with his efforts. He is your son, not a tool. Are you truly intent on driving him to despair?"
"Didn't the doctors say he was fine when he was admitted? He'll be okay." Patrick's face was grim.
Ryan always caused trouble and gave him so much grief. He was strict with Ryan, but it was all for Ryan's sake.
The Montgomery family would eventually be handed over to Ryan. If Ryan continued like this, how could he be trusted?
One day, when he was gone, everything in the Montgomery Group would belong to Ryan.
Amy closed her eyes, clasped her hands together, and prayed to God, muttering something.
After a long time, the door to the operating room opened, and Amy rushed forward. "Doctor, how is my son?"
The doctor looked at the family members and shook his head. "He's actually fine, but the injury is in a highly sensitive area. The wound is too severe, and unfortunately, we've missed the best window for treatment. It's very likely that for the rest of his life..."
It was like a bolt from the blue. Amy nearly collapsed to the ground.
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