I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

Reginald stared intently at the news on TV, his pupils dilating instantly. He scrutinized the photo of Grandma Sterling on the screen. "Something's wrong." Reginald realized something was amiss. Grandma Sterling's complexion looked off, and recalling Terrence's previous tricks, he touched his head. "They're definitely trying to deceive me again."

"Master," Damien said beside him, "it must be a trap set by Terrence to lure you out. Don't go."

Reginald laughed twice. "The Sterling family is really cunning. Do they think I'll believe this? Damien, send someone to Auroraville to check it out. Keep an eye on the hospital and inform me immediately if anything happens."

"Yes, Master. I'll send someone right away." Damien took a few steps and said, "Hya was executed, and Selene was sentenced to three years. Master, should we continue with Selene..."

Reginald raised his hand. "No need for now. Let's not create more trouble. We'll deal with Selene after this blows over."

"Understood, Master." Damien left.

Even though the Celestial Alliance was wanted, they had many assassins skilled in disguise, making it difficult for the police to capture them.

Damien notified the Celestial Alliance assassins in Auroraville to go to the hospital and find out what was going on with Grandma Sterling.

...

In Auroraville.

At the hospital.

Terrence had already sent Julian and Stella away and stayed alone in the hospital.

Grandma Sterling had been admitted suddenly, and hours had passed since the critical condition notice was issued, yet there was no movement from the Celestial Alliance.

With the ward door closed, Terrence spoke to the elderly woman lying on the bed. "Grandma, you can get up and stretch now."

Hearing Terrence's voice, Grandma Sterling sat up quickly and removed her oxygen mask. "I was suffocating! Lying down made my bones ache."

Terrence smiled. "Grandma, let me peel an apple for you."

Grandma Sterling sat cross-legged on the bed like a child while Terrence peeled an apple and cut it into small pieces for her.

"Terry, any movement from your Uncle Reginald?" Grandma Sterling asked leisurely while eating the apple.

"No rush. Uncle Reginald is cautious; it won't be that quick." Terrence had already drawn the curtains and posted guards at the door.

Grandma Sterling stretched her waist. "Your parents cried so miserably earlier. Tell them not to come tomorrow; people might really think I'm dead."

"Grandma, you will live a long life," Terrence said as he ate an apple himself. Outside, he needed to feign sadness, but inside the ward, he could relax a bit.

Grandma Sterling exhaled deeply and said, "Terry, if your Uncle Reginald doesn't come, announce that I'm dead. Buy a coffin and be ready for a funeral. If we're doing this, we need to do it thoroughly." Terrence was speechless for a moment.

The old lady was truly ruthless with herself.

"Grandma, there's no need..."

"Terry, listen to me," Grandma Sterling said sternly. "I know your Uncle Reginald's nature well enough. He hates me; only news of my death will bring him here. Don't worry about buying a coffin being unlucky; at my age, I don't mind anymore. Back in my village, elderly people always prepared their own coffins; it's not a bad thing. Do as I say and set up a mourning hall at home." "Grandma..."

Before Terrence could finish speaking, Grandma Sterling patted his hand and said, "When I really die someday, I won't see how you all turn out. It would be nice to witness my own funeral while I'm alive; once I'm dead, I won't see anything." Grandma Sterling had seen through life and death; she genuinely wanted to hold her funeral while she was still alive and attend it herself-it sounded like fun to her.

"Grandma, let's not rush things. Let's see what happens with Reginald first," Terrence said. "Give it two more days."