The Contract Said No Strings Attached (Charlotte) novel Chapter 483

Meanwhile, Dylan sped down the road toward the family estate.

Mrs. Austin had called to say his grandfather wasn’t feeling well again—the old man’s blood pressure was acting up—and urged him to come home right away.

But the moment Dylan stepped through the front door, he found his grandfather looking just fine.

He frowned and asked, “Where’s the family doctor? Why wasn’t someone looking after Grandpa?”

Truthfully, he was confused. After all, they had a doctor on staff. Why summon him home as if it were an emergency?

Mrs. Austin shot him a sharp look. “What difference does it make if there’s a doctor in the house? Isn’t he your grandfather? If he’s sick, shouldn’t you come see him for yourself?”

Dylan hesitated. “That’s not what I meant.”

It wasn’t that he didn’t care about his grandfather. He just thought it was odd to be called home in such a hurry when the doctor was already there.

Mrs. Austin sniffed. “Your grandfather’s health has taken a turn for the worse lately. You’re staying here tonight. Tomorrow morning, you’re taking him to the hospital for a full check-up.”

Dylan glanced at his grandfather, his expression questioning. “We have a doctor here, and all the necessary equipment. Haven’t the regular check-ups been enough?”

Mrs. Austin retorted immediately, “If the doctor at home were enough, would your grandfather keep having these problems?”

She looked pointedly at the old man, who let out a dramatic groan right on cue. “She’s right. I feel terrible all over. The family doctor’s exams never seem thorough enough. Best we go to a proper hospital tomorrow.”

The old man’s face twisted in apparent misery, as if he truly wasn’t feeling well.

Dylan didn’t press further and simply nodded. “Alright.”

Just then, his phone rang.

He stepped outside to take the call.

“Mr. Austin, Lionel’s been taken,” came his assistant’s tense report.

The Olson Group was in chaos. Rumor had it Justin’s hair had gone white overnight. He’d tried calling Dylan that morning, only to find himself blocked.

While Rebecca was scrolling through the news, her phone suddenly rang.

She picked it up: an unfamiliar number. After a moment’s hesitation, she answered.

“Hello?”

A weary voice came through the line. “Miss Raina? It’s Justin.”

Rebecca’s brow furrowed. “What do you want?”