Taking Back What My Sister Stole novel Chapter 57

Chapter 57

Without any more hesitation, she turned to leave, but her steps suddenly halted.

The anger in her eyes turned into panic.

“Grandma.”

Her voice suddenly turned hoarse.

How long had Bonnie been standing there? How much had she heard?

“Cilla.” Bonnie reached out with a trembling hand. “Come here.”

Priscilla ran over in big strides. “Grandma, I…”

“Cilla, let’s go home, let’s go home.” Bonnie gripped her granddaughter’s hand tightly, her steps hurried and unsteady.

The next second, she collapsed to the ground.

“Grandma!”

At the hospital.

Bonnie was rushed into the emergency room.

Priscilla sat in daze on a chair and her fingers twisted so tightly that they turned white.

She was filled with regret.

Why did she have to argue at the Wilburn’s mansion?

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Why did she have to argue on Bonnie’s birthday?

Why couldn’t she just hold it in?

After signing the critical condition notice, Dillon turned and walked up to Priscilla, raising his hand and bringing it down hard.

The slap was stopped by Wesley who warned in his tone, “Dad.”

Dillon let go, cursing harshly, “What exactly do you want?”

“What does this family make you so dissatisfied?”

“What have we ever done to you? Will you only be satisfied when you drive me to my grave?”

Tania quickly patted his back and blamed Priscilla, “Priscilla, your grandmother raised you, you should at least show some filial piety. What if something happens to her because you made her angry?”

They all believed it was Priscilla who had caused Bonnie to collapse.

One accusation after another, relentless scolding.

Priscilla remained motionless and offered no explanation, only staring at the emergency room.

She prayed to God, wishing she could give her own life to Bonnie.

“Enough.” Wesley shielded Priscilla with one arm to separate her from Dillon and his wife. “Priscilla is already very upset.”

As he spoke, his sharp and icy gaze turned to Claude. “It wasn’t Priscilla who made Grandma collapse, it was Claude.”

Claude stuck out his neck and shouted, “I didn’t say anything wrong.”

“Claude, that’s enough.” Larissa scolded tactless Claude in a lov

ice.

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Anyone could see that Wesley was very angry now.

Larissa, as a woman, understood that Wesley was regretting stopping Priscilla earlier.

Priscilla….

She couldn’t help but glance over at Priscilla.

Back then, when she ran away from her arranged marriage, her parents couldn’t bear to lose the alliance with the Carlton family, so they begged her to ask Wesley to agree to marry Priscilla.

She did as they asked and successfully persuaded Wesley.

Such an ill–matched marriage–Wesley had held on for three years, but ended up developing feelings for Priscilla.

Her heart was in a tangled mess.

The door to the emergency room opened.

Bonnie was wheeled out by the doctor.

“It was a close call.” The doctor removed his mask and looked around at everyone. “The patient is elderly, so try not to let her get agitated again.”

“Thank

you. “Priscilla stood before the doctor and bowed deeply with utmost respect. “Thank you for saving my grandmother.”

The doctor quickly stepped aside and felt unworthy of such a grand gesture from Mrs. Carlton.

Priscilla hurried after them to the ward.

Late at night, she sat by the hospital bed, holding Bonnie’s hand and

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refused to leave

Wesley brought her a late–night snack, coaxing her softly to cat something.

Priscilla’s entire attention was on Bonnie. She refused to look at Wesley or say a single word to him.

Wesley’s eyes were dark and his voice was hoarse. “Priscilla, I didn’t mean to stop you. I thought you…”

He couldn’t go on. The damage was done, and saying more was pointless.

At this moment, her face was still a bit swollen and red.

“I brought some ointment. Let me apply it for you, okay?”

Wesley took out the ointment, dabbed a little on his fingertip, and reached out to touch his wife’s cheek.

Priscilla avoided him, with her long hair covering half her face.

“Don’t touch me.”

She was utterly disgusted.

Wesley gently brushed her hair, speaking softly, “I know you hate me, but your face needs to be treated.”

Priscilla replied coolly, “No need to trouble Mr. Carlton.”

She called him ‘Mr. Carlton‘, drawing a clear line between them.

“Priscilla.”

“Wesley, Grandma needs to rest. Can you leave?” Priscilla cut him off.

Wesley looked at the elderly woman who was still unconscious in the hospital bed and the rest of his words died in his throat.

“Alright, I’ll go.” He compromised. “You haven’t eaten much tonight…”

“I said, go away.” Priscilla’s irritation reached its peak.

A slap followed by a sweet date…

She was utterly fed up.

Wesley was silent for a few seconds, then said, “I’ll be right outside. Call me if you need anything.”