Chapter 4 Coming to Make Trouble

Downtown, at a café.

Susan sat in a window booth, bathed in bright sunlight that failed to melt the frost in her eyes.

She clutched her phone, staring at photos sent by a private investigator.

The images showed Rosie and Alexander entering the hospital, one after the other.

Even though they hadn't arrived together, they must have met inside!

The thought of their relationship made Susan's grip tighten around her phone...

She was practically crushing the screen!

She'd assumed that once she returned, Rosie would have the sense to leave and never appear in her and Alexander's lives again.

But she'd forgotten about one obstacle: Larry!

Thinking of Larry's attitude toward her made Susan's anger flare.

Back when she'd first gotten involved with Alexander, Larry had looked down on her, making things difficult at every turn, convinced she had ulterior motives and wasn't good enough for his grandson.

Of course, she had run away eventually...

But who wouldn't want a better life?

Alexander had been barely keeping his head above water back then—why should she have stayed and gone down with him?

Things were different now.

Now that Alexander was successful, she deserved to stand by his side!

Some old man—who did he think he was?

"Old fool, you and Rosie are close, are you? We'll see about that..." Susan muttered under her breath, taking a sip of her coffee, a flash of malice crossing her eyes.

The next day.

Early in the morning, Susan arrived at the hospital's inpatient wing wearing a white dress, her makeup soft and demure, followed by two cameramen.

She smiled and greeted passersby along the way, appearing gracious and kind.

Soon, she reached Larry's room.

Susan took a deep breath and pushed open the door.

Larry was sitting up in bed reading the newspaper. When he looked up and saw Susan with two camera crews behind her, his expression instantly darkened.

"Susan? What are you doing here!"

Susan smiled sweetly. "Grandpa Larry, I came to visit you!"

Seeing Larry's dark expression as he stared at the journalists behind her, Susan's smile grew even warmer, though her eyes held a hint of malice.

"Oh, I'm doing an interview for a show right now. They're documenting my daily life. Just pretend they're not here and carry on as usual."

"I don't need your visits. Get out—and take your people with you!"

Larry was so angry his chest felt tight. His body had just recovered; he couldn't handle this kind of stress.

His agitation made his breathing rapid...

But Susan acted as if she didn't notice. Her eyes reddened, and tears instantly streamed down her face.

Her voice choked with emotion: "Grandpa Larry, I know you're still angry with me. You haven't forgiven me for leaving all those years ago, but I truly had my reasons. I didn't mean to abandon Alexander..."

"If you really can't forgive me, I'll kneel and apologize to you, okay?"

As she spoke, she made as if to drop to her knees.

The cameras captured every moment.

"Get... out..." Larry was shaking with rage, his face pale, clutching his chest and gasping for air, unable to form complete sentences.

Just then, the door burst open.

Rosie walked in carrying freshly bought porridge. The scene before her made her expression darken instantly.

"Susan, what are you doing?!"

She rushed to the bedside, shoving Susan aside, and supported Larry while pressing acupressure points on his chest to provide emergency relief.

"Grandfather, don't get upset. Breathe slowly..."

Rosie's voice was steady and calming.

Susan stumbled from the push, nearly falling. The feigned distress on her face vanished, replaced by deep resentment...

Rosie ignored her, focusing on calming Larry until doctors and nurses, hearing the commotion, hurried in. Only then did she relax slightly...

Once Larry had stabilized, Rosie turned around, grabbed Susan's wrist, and dragged her into the hallway outside the room.

Before Susan could react, Rosie raised her hand and delivered a sharp slap across her face.

Susan was stunned.

She covered her cheek, staring at Rosie in disbelief as tears welled up. "Ms. Blair, what gives you the right to hit me?"

"What gives me the right? You have the nerve to ask!"

Rosie laughed coldly. "Grandfather's health just stabilized. He can't handle any stress. You brought reporters here to cause a scene and deliberately upset him. What were you thinking?"

"Let me tell you something, Susan. If you want to put on a show and make this public, I don't mind telling everyone what you did all those years ago. Let them see your true colors!"

Susan's face paled, panic flickering in her eyes, but she quickly composed herself, her eyes misting over.

"Back then... I really had my reasons. It wasn't what you all think. Why are you so worked up?"

"Unless... you have feelings for Alexander? You're jealous that I came back, so you're deliberately targeting me?"

She raised her voice deliberately, trying to attract attention from passersby.

Looking past Rosie's shoulder, she clearly spotted something, and her eyes lit up.

She immediately grabbed Rosie's hand, her voice pitifully pleading: "Ms. Blair, I know you like Alexander. I don't blame you. Let's not fight, okay... Ah!"

Suddenly, Susan let out a sharp scream and fell toward the ground...

Rosie frowned, wondering what act she was putting on now.

The next moment, an urgent voice came from behind her!

"Susan!"

A tall figure rushed forward, catching Susan firmly.

It was Alexander.

After confirming Susan was unharmed, he looked at Rosie with reproach in his eyes.

"Rosie, what did you just do!"

Before Rosie could answer, Susan leaned into Alexander's arms, her eyes red as she shook her head. "Alexander, I'm fine. It's not Ms. Blair's fault. She's probably just in a bad mood..."

But her tone and expression clearly suggested she'd been wronged!

Alexander stared at Rosie, his voice ice-cold: "Apologize to Susan. Now!"

Watching the two of them embrace, Rosie felt her heart grow cold.

"I won't apologize."

She clenched her fists, her tone resolute. "Ms. Windsor deliberately came to the hospital to cause trouble and disturb Grandfather's rest. Why should I apologize? Everything she just did was an act!"

"Whether it was an act or not, I saw it clearly."

Alexander refused to hear her explanation, his voice growing more furious. "Rosie, know your place. You're just my secretary. Don't make a scene here. Apologize to my fiancée immediately!"

Seeing their argument escalate, Susan's lips curved into an imperceptible smile of triumph.

"Alexander, don't be angry. I don't blame Ms. Blair. She likes you, so she's targeting me. I understand. Don't fight with her because of me."

Their dispute quickly drew the attention of passing patients and family members.

People gathered around, pointing and whispering about Rosie.

"She looks pretty enough, but trying to be a homewrecker and even hitting people? Shameless!"

"Exactly. The actual girlfriend is being so gracious, but she's still making trouble. No class whatsoever..."

"Desperate to climb the social ladder, I bet."

The comments reached Rosie's ears one by one. Her face paled as she rubbed the mark on her ring finger, watching her husband protectively hold another woman.

When he looked at her, his eyes held only wariness.

A bitter smile crossed Rosie's lips.

A homewrecker?

Yes, what difference was there between her—a wife her husband refused to acknowledge—and a mistress!

As everyone continued their accusations, a voice filled with anger, steady and powerful, came from the hospital room doorway.

"This is absolutely ridiculous!"