Deceiving Her Ears: Ignoring Your Call-Chapter 82: His Uncle Berates Him Harshly

Old Mr. Grant jolted as if struck by lightning!

He looked in disbelief at his son on the hospital bed, eyes still closed, grabbing his hand and bringing it close for a careful look.

But after watching for a long time, those fingers didn’t move at all.

Was it just an illusion just now?

Heaven one moment, hell the next.

Old Mr. Grant’s heart felt like a roller coaster ride.

"Jason, if you can hear Dad, move your finger again, move it so Dad can see, okay? Jason."

No matter how Old Mr. Grant called, Jason Grant didn’t react at all.

Old Mr. Grant was overcome with grief, tears streaming down his face.

Just as he was about to let go of his son’s hand—

That finger moved again.

This time, Old Mr. Grant saw it clearly!

"Jason! Jason, you—!"

The old man was wild with excitement and joy.

He was just about to turn and call in the doctor, but his hand on the wheelchair suddenly paused.

The reason Matthew Beckett agreed to let Natalie Kendall marry his son was because his son wouldn’t wake up, was a vegetable.

But if his son woke up, wasn’t a vegetable anymore—

The marriage agreement would be completely voided.

By then, everything he wanted from the Beckett family would be lost.

So, no one must know that his son is showing signs of waking up.

Thinking this, Old Mr. Grant looked back at Jason Grant lying on the bed.

He gritted his teeth: "Son, don’t blame Dad. Just wait a bit, just a bit longer. As soon as you and Natalie Kendall are married and we get what the Beckett family promised, everything will be fine."

So Old Mr. Grant decided to keep his son’s finger movement a secret.

——

The Beckett family.

"Nat, are you asleep?"

Natalie Kendall was still holding the doorknob, only opening the door a crack, and called softly, "Julian?"

Julian Beckett noticed that over the two months apart, his little sister’s attitude toward him had changed quite a bit.

"Can we talk?"

After a few seconds, Natalie finally opened the door fully, stepping aside for Julian to come in.

"I’ve been busy these days with Grandpa’s funeral and haven’t had a good chance to talk to you since you got back."

Natalie followed behind Julian, eyes down, silent.

"I only just heard from Dad about your arranged marriage to Jason Grant."

"If you had known earlier, would you have opposed it?" Natalie asked quietly.

Probably not.

After all, if Dad’s plan succeeded, her big brother would be a beneficiary too.

"What was that?" Julian didn’t hear her clearly.

Natalie shook her head. "Nothing."

Julian looked at her, his gaze serious and heavy.

He stepped forward and handed her something.

Natalie took it, opened it, and her eyes suddenly widened.

It was a divorce agreement.

And she had already signed it. 𝘧𝓇ℯ𝑒𝓌𝑒𝑏𝓃𝘰𝘷𝘦𝘭.𝒸ℴ𝓂

"This..."

"Before your accident, you were planning to divorce Isaac Vaughn. But now, you seem very dependent on him. Did he do something to win back your trust?"

"But Nat, I still have to tell you, Isaac Vaughn isn’t a simple man. He doesn’t have pure motives toward you. Since you were planning to divorce him anyway, I think you shouldn’t change your mind."

——

Bar.

In the private room.

Franklin Finch hadn’t even finished his sentence before Isaac Vaughn raised his hand, signaling him to shut up.

Then he saw Isaac set down his wine glass, pick up his phone, and in a voice Franklin found unbearably mushy, ask, "What’s up?"

At that moment, Franklin almost cursed out loud.

Natalie Kendall lay on her bed, one hand holding her phone, the other tracing the divorce agreement with her finger.

"Isaac, have you ever done anything to betray me?"

Isaac heard this and unconsciously tightened his grip on the phone.

Natalie didn’t hear him deny it right away. She frowned and sat up, "So you did?"

"Why are you asking that all of a sudden? What happened?"

"My brother just gave me something." Natalie looked at the object on her bed. "It’s a divorce agreement."

"If you’ve never done anything to let me down, why would I want to divorce you? Besides, I’ve already signed it."

Hearing this, Isaac unconsciously let out a sigh of relief.

He thought she had remembered something.

Turned out she just saw the divorce agreement.

"It was because we had a fight before. You were mad and insisted on a divorce. Didn’t you notice I never signed it?"

"Is that all?"

"Mm."

Right now, Natalie completely trusted Isaac Vaughn.

Whatever he said, she didn’t doubt.

She chatted a while longer with Isaac, then hung up and casually tossed the divorce agreement into the drawer of her nightstand.

On the other side—

After hanging up, Isaac set down his phone, and Franklin Finch leaned over.

"So? So? Is Natalie Kendall threatening to divorce you again?"

Isaac shot him a cold look.

Franklin shrugged, dropping the playful attitude.

"But seriously, with Old Mr. Beckett gone, I guess Natalie’s dad is in charge of the Beckett family now, huh?"

Isaac swirled his wine glass, his dark eyes cold and bright, and slowly dropped a bombshell.

"Old Mr. Beckett handed the Beckett Group and the Beckett family over to Natalie Kendall."

"Pfft!"

Franklin sprayed a mouthful of wine.

He stared at Isaac in disbelief.

So shocked he almost bit his own tongue.

"What? Who? You said Old Mr. Beckett gave the Beckett Group and the family to who? Nat-a-lie Kendall?"

Isaac’s expression didn’t look like he was joking.

Franklin swallowed, trying hard to process the bombshell, slapping Isaac on the shoulder. "Bro, you hit the jackpot!"

But Isaac’s face darkened, his emotions a bit more complex.

——

Veronica Vincent refused to let Isaac arrange for someone to drive her, insisting on taking the bus back to the countryside herself.

Isaac took Natalie Kendall to the station to see her off, and she pulled Natalie aside to talk with her privately for a long time.

Isaac suddenly felt a little regretful—he shouldn’t have brought Natalie.

After Veronica left, on the way back he asked, "What did Grandma say to you?"

Natalie chuckled, "It’s a secret."

"She didn’t say bad things about me, did she?" He glanced at her.

Natalie looked at him and couldn’t help laughing. "Are you feeling guilty?"

Before Isaac could reply, his phone rang.

He pulled over and answered it.

It was his uncle’s caretaker.

Isaac had long told her, if anything happened to his uncle, she must contact him immediately.

After listening to the call—

Isaac floored the gas, speeding straight to the hospital.

Natalie didn’t know what had happened, only noticed the tense look on his face.

Once at the hospital, Isaac rushed straight to his uncle’s ward.

At the door, he took a deep breath and pushed the door open.

On the hospital bed, Jason Grant turned his head to look at him. As soon as he saw Isaac, his eyes widened furiously, shouting, "Isaac, how could you do this to me!"