Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 42: Let Her and Jason Grant Hold the Wedding First

Chapter 42: Chapter 42: Let Her and Jason Grant Hold the Wedding First

Old Mr. Grant had a sudden heart attack.

Isaac, Natalie, and Julian Beckett rushed back to Janton overnight.

The lights in the operating room were still on.

Vanessa Grant was sobbing in her husband Ansel Vaughn’s arms, her eyes swollen and red. Ansel comforted her softly and patiently, saying it would be alright.

Jason Grant, his limbs not yet fully healed, sat quietly in a chair off to the side, eyes red, breathing heavily.

Old Mr. Grant was the backbone of The Grant family.

If anything happened, Jason couldn’t possibly hold up The Grant family by himself.

The surgery lasted a full eight hours.

Thankfully, in the end, Old Mr. Grant pulled through and was out of danger.

But he still needed to stay in the ICU for observation.

"There’s no need for everyone to wait here. Mom, Dad, go home and rest. Uncle, you’re not well yourself, go home too. I’ll stay here."

Vanessa clung to her son and shed a few more tears before touching his cheek, sobbing, "Baby, then Mommy will swap with you later."

"I’m fine." Isaac wiped his mother’s tears, then looked up to meet his father’s gaze.

The two exchanged a glance. Ansel came over and put his arm around Vanessa, "Alright, Isaac is here, don’t worry. You haven’t slept all night, go home and get some rest."

Vanessa nodded, suddenly remembering Natalie.

"Nat, come home with me. We’ll come back later."

Natalie opened her mouth, wanting to say she was fine and could stay, but Jason spoke up first: "Go home with my sister. Rest, then come back."

"Jason’s worried about you. Nat, let’s go." Vanessa linked arms with her.

Natalie could only nod and followed Vanessa back to the Vaughn Residence.

The kitchen had prepared breakfast in advance.

But Vanessa had no appetite, she barely drank half a bowl of porridge before stopping.

Ansel coaxed her for a while before she finally ate a small bun.

Natalie had long heard how Ansel doted on his wife, and today she finally saw it for herself.

They say loving parents raise good children—kind and well-adjusted.

She thought about Isaac.

Such a bastard, terrible everywhere.

"Nat, the guest room’s ready, get some rest later."

"Alright."

Natalie lay on the bed, unable to sleep, played with her phone for a bit, then suddenly received a message from Isaac:

[Are you asleep?]

She thought for a moment and replied:

[Not yet.]

A while later, another message from Isaac came:

[There’s nothing between me and Vivienne Jordan. She begged to get back together, I refused.]

Natalie stared at the message, didn’t reply, and soon fell asleep clutching her phone.

*

She woke up groggy—the sky outside was dark.

How long had she slept?

Natalie was startled.

Even more shocking: an arm was draped across her waist, steady and burning, breaths hot against the back of her neck.

She tensed, tried to move, but was pulled tightly into an embrace, her back pressed against a strong chest.

A hoarse male voice sounded by her ear: "Where are you going?"

This is the Vaughn Residence!

How did he sneak in here?

Natalie frowned and struggled, "Let go! This is your house!"

"So? What’s wrong with my house?"

Isaac didn’t let go. Instead, he held her tighter, "Behave and let me hold you for a bit more. I’m tired."

"Isaac!" Natalie ignored him, trying hard to pry off his hand.

Isaac clicked his tongue, let go, sat up, running his fingers impatiently through his hair.

Natalie quickly sat up too, reached for her phone to check the time.

It was already 8 p.m.

"My parents aren’t home. My mom’s gone to the hospital."

Isaac looked at Natalie, "The housekeepers all think I’m sleeping in my own room, no one will know. Any other problems?"

Natalie pressed her lips together, her expression calm.

"I should go to the hospital."

"Sleep one more hour, I’ll drive you."

Isaac pulled her over and lay down with her, not taking no for an answer.

Their bodies pressed close, so the instant something changed with him, Natalie noticed.

"You... mm!"

Her shoulder was pinned, and suddenly her vision blurred—her lips blocked by his.

Isaac kissed her like he wanted to swallow her whole, stealing every breath from her mouth.

Natalie’s eyes grew wet from his kisses, her whole body weak, her mind a cottony blur.

His hand slipped under her shirt, palm sliding across her soft, smooth skin, wandering boldly.

Soon her clothes were gone.

The wave of desire he ignited overwhelmed her, devouring her in an instant.

——

Two hours later, Natalie and Isaac finally arrived at the hospital.

"Sorry, I slept too long."

As soon as she arrived, Natalie apologized to Vanessa.

Vanessa squeezed her hand, saying it didn’t matter.

"Jason’s been here a while. Nat, you take him home."

Natalie nodded and walked toward Jason Grant.

Isaac suddenly said, "Uncle, I’ll take you."

"Baby, let Nat do it. Come here, I have something to discuss."

With Vanessa’s words, Isaac relented, watching coldly as Natalie supported Jason away.

"Baby? What are you looking at?"

Isaac turned away, "Nothing."

Vanessa frowned, pulled him close and whispered, "Baby, I keep feeling there’s something odd about your attitude toward Nat."

Isaac’s eyes flickered darkly at her words.

His mom was always simple-minded—could she actually have noticed his relationship with Natalie?

"Whenever Nat is with your uncle, you get unhappy. Baby, do you not like Nat?"

Isaac: "..."

She’s really still his mom.

"Baby, even if you’re unhappy with Nat, for your uncle’s sake, rein it in a little. Besides, Nat is really great."

She paused, then stressed, "Much better than the one you picked. For such a big deal as your grandpa’s hospitalization, she didn’t even show up. Is that how a younger generation behaves?"

"You want to see her?" Isaac asked. "I’ll have her come by later."

"I don’t want to. Don’t let her come." Vanessa refused at once.

*

Three days later, Old Mr. Grant was moved from ICU to a VIP suite.

He woke up that afternoon.

The room was packed—Ansel, Julian, all were there.

Vanessa couldn’t help herself and wept again, clutching his hand.

Old Mr. Grant comforted his daughter while searching for Jason with his eyes.

"Jason."

"Dad, I’m here." Jason hobbled over, leaning down, "Dad."

Old Mr. Grant looked for Natalie next.

"Kendall."

Natalie, standing by Julian’s side, walked over as soon as Old Mr. Grant called.

Old Mr. Grant took her hand and Jason’s hand and put them together.

A few steps away, Isaac lowered his gaze, suddenly sensing trouble.

"Jason, Nat, I went to hell’s door and back. If there’s one regret, it’s not seeing you two get married."

"Nat’s birthday is in just over a month," Vanessa offered. "Dad, you’ll see it soon."

"Still a month." Old Mr. Grant muttered. "I think, maybe we should have the wedding first. The certificate can wait until after Nat’s birthday."