Lingering Passion: Mr. Sutton Wants to be Your Male Lead!-Chapter 68: Sudden Illness

Forrest Keller was having a rich internal monologue.

Seeing Silas Sutton’s dark and scary expression, he couldn’t help but breathe lightly, trying to reduce his presence in the car as much as possible.

On the other side, after Stella Grant returned home, she only ate a few bites before starting to work.

Fortunately, there was a spare laptop she had left at home before, so she wasn’t totally at a loss.

The proposal didn’t really need any modifications; it was just Silas Sutton being overly critical.

But the less there is to modify, the more mentally taxing it becomes.

Because when you can’t find any faults, you still have to force yourself to find some.

Stella was in her room revising the proposal while Ray Woods chatted with Mrs. Grant in the living room.

The two didn’t know what they were chatting about, but Mrs. Grant laughed heartily.

In the room separated by a wall, Stella’s hand on the mouse paused slightly.

There’s no denying, Ray Woods was truly skilled at charming the elders.

At three in the afternoon, Stella was still working tirelessly in front of the computer, when Ray Woods knocked on her bedroom door.

Stella said ’Come in,’ and Ray Woods pushed the door open and entered.

Stella stood up to greet him, and Ray Woods approached and asked softly, "Are you going back?"

Pointing at the computer screen with her finger, Stella said frankly, "I haven’t finished revising it yet; I have to submit it tonight."

Ray Woods said, "That’s rough."

Stella wasn’t sure when she would finish revising this proposal, and couldn’t afford to waste time on the road, so she apologetically said, "Why don’t you go back first?"

Ray Woods smiled, "I’m not in a hurry to return; mainly, I’m worried if it gets too late, Aunt might let me stay overnight, and by then..."

By then, there would only be two bedrooms.

If Mrs. Grant shares a room with Stella, that would be fine, but if her mother was progressive enough to let them share a room...

Ray Woods wanted to say something, and Stella understood, saying helplessly, "Indeed, it seems you can only go back first."

Ray Woods smiled and agreed, "Alright, if you need me, I’ll stay at a hotel outside tonight and take you back tomorrow."

Stella was embarrassed to let Ray stay another night for her, so she quickly declined, "No need, I’ll just take a taxi back tomorrow; you’ve already been a great help today."

Seeing that Stella was sincerely refusing, Ray Woods didn’t force her, "Okay."

After sending Ray Woods off, Stella returned to her room to continue working overtime.

Mrs. Grant came in with a plate of freshly sliced fruits, placing it on the table and pushing it towards Stella, saying, "What kind of partner demands you revise a proposal over the weekend?"

Casually picking up a piece of apple and eating it, Stella said, "An inhumane client."

After saying this, Stella turned to smile at her mother, "I’ve been in this industry for so long, haven’t you gotten used to it? Isn’t this the norm?"

Mrs. Grant said, "Revising proposals is indeed normal, but a client chasing you across cities to your doorstep is the first time I’ve seen."

Hearing this, Stella’s smile momentarily froze.

After a few seconds, Stella fiddled with the mouse and said with a smile, "There are plenty of clients like that nowadays; you wouldn’t know because you haven’t lived with me in the past two years."

Mrs. Grant asked, "Really? Are there that many unreasonable people now?"

One unreasonable Silas Sutton made all the clients take the blame, and Stella said, "Yes, many."

Seeing Stella too focused on her revisions to pay attention to her, a flash of heartache crossed Mrs. Grant’s eyes. She instinctively wanted to reach out and touch Stella’s head, but fearing she might disturb her, she slowly retracted her hand.

The room was bathed in the warm glow of the setting sun.

The mother and daughter sat facing each other like this, with Stella working and Mrs. Grant silently accompanying her.

Stella continued revising the proposal until eight o’clock in the evening. After confirming that everything was correct, she sent the revised proposal to Silas Sutton’s email. Looking up, she found her mother staring at her unblinkingly.

The mother-daughter duo locked eyes unexpectedly, and Stella leaned forward, rested her chin on her hands, playfully asking, "Mom, what are you looking at?"

This time, Mrs. Grant finally reached out to touch Stella’s head, "Nothing, just thinking my Stella has grown up, and she looks great working."

Stella asked, "Do I look good?"

Mrs. Grant looked at her lovingly, "Yes, beautiful."

Stella smiled, "Then when I..."

The mother was benevolent, the daughter filial, making for a warm scene, and Stella, lifting her lips, was just about to say ’Then when I finish paying off the debt, I’ll take you to Veridia, okay?’, when Mrs. Grant’s face suddenly turned pale, beads of sweat appeared on her forehead, and she doubled over, collapsing to the floor.

Stella’s expression changed suddenly, and she hurriedly squatted down to support her mother, "Mom."

Biting her lip, Mrs. Grant forced a smile on her face, "I’m fine. I just ate a bit too much at noon, a little medicine will do."

The moment Mrs. Grant said those comforting words to Stella, she suddenly started to vomit.

Seeing this, Stella’s hands went into a panic, "Mom, what’s wrong with you really?"

Seeing Stella’s panicked look, Mrs. Grant squeezed her hand firmly, opened her mouth trying to say something, but before she could, she fainted.

Stella’s breath hitched, looking at her mother who had fainted in her arms, after a moment of confusion, she forced herself to calm down, took out her phone and dialed the emergency number.

Finishing the call, Stella remembered they lived in an old residential building with narrow hallways, worried that a gurney might not be able to come up, she bit her lip hard, held her tears back, and ran out to call their neighbor.

"Aunt Adler, Aunt Adler, are you there?"

Stella shouted one after another, tears overflowed uncontrollably from her eyes.

Just then, a familiar low male voice came from downstairs, "What happened?"

Stella looked back, lowering her eyes, and met Silas Sutton’s deep gaze, his eyes like a deep pool, "Tell me, what happened?"