I Slept with My Boss and Ran Away

“Alright.” Grandma Sterling finished the apple in her hand. “Terry, peel a banana for Grandma.”

“Okay,” Terrence replied. “These high-sugar foods should be eaten sparingly; they can cause indigestion.”

“Just one,” Grandma Sterling said, holding up one finger like a child.

Terrence stayed at the hospital with the old lady that night. He had already informed the hospital staff that no room checks would be necessary during the night.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After eating and drinking to her satisfaction, Grandma Sterling went to sleep.

Terrence stepped into the hallway to smoke a cigarette and sent a message to Meredith, asking if she and their daughter were asleep.

Meredith knew the old lady was faking her illness, so she wasn’t worried. She had just put their daughter to bed when she saw Terrence’s message.

“Asleep,” Meredith replied. “How about you? How’s Grandma?”

Terrence responded, “Grandma is asleep. You should rest early too.”

Knowing Terrence couldn’t leave the hospital, Meredith didn’t wait for him and went to bed after washing up.

The news of Grandma Sterling’s critical condition continued to spread online, maintaining high levels of attention.

Celestial Alliance sent people to the hospital to inquire about Grandma Sterling’s condition. Terrence had arranged everything in advance; no matter how they asked, they would only get one answer: the old lady was critically ill and near death.

In the middle of the night, a nurse came to check on the rooms and deliberately went to Grandma Sterling’s room.

As the nurse was about to enter, Terrence stood at the door and lied, “I already checked earlier.”

The nurse, wearing a mask, glanced inside and said, “Then I won’t disturb you.”

With Terrence standing at the door, there was no way for the nurse to get close to Grandma Sterling.

The nurse turned around with her tray and walked away but looked back after a few steps, meeting Terrence’s piercing gaze. Startled, she quickly lowered her head and left.

Terrence watched her retreating figure but didn’t expose her identity. He had already instructed that no room checks were needed at night. Given that a nurse still came, he naturally guessed she was from Celestial Alliance.

Terrence didn’t alert them; he wanted them to report back.

As expected, Reginald didn’t believe it and sent someone to check quickly, just as Terrence had anticipated.

The woman was indeed from Celestial Alliance.

The nurse left through the emergency exit and immediately made a call in a secluded area: “I saw it just now. The old lady is lying in the ward, very ill and wearing an oxygen mask. The news is true; Terrence Sterling is guarding her in the hospital…”

On the other end of the line, Damien received the information and reported it to Reginald immediately.

After reporting back, the nurse removed her uniform and threw it in a trash bin before leaving through the hospital’s back door.

As soon as she stepped out, a blinding light shone directly into her eyes, making everything white and indistinguishable.

Before she could react, police officers appeared out of nowhere and cuffed her hands.

When the light moved away from her eyes and her vision cleared, she saw Captain Wilkinson standing before her in shock.

“Been waiting for you,” John Wilkinson said righteously. He confiscated her phone and unlocked it using her face. Checking the call history confirmed she had made a call just two minutes ago-she had reported back.

John Wilkinson raised his hand. “Take her away.”

Realizing she’d been set up, the woman knew it was too late to warn anyone else.

She was taken away secretly.

John Wilkinson stood his ground and called Terrence. “We got her. The information has been transmitted.”

From the moment she started descending the stairs, everything had been under his control. Once they arrived, they wouldn’t be allowed to leave. Regardless of when she reported back, capture was inevitable.

Terrence stood by the floor-to-ceiling window in the ward. After finishing his call, he put down his phone with a distant gaze in his eyes.

The show had just begun.

Reginald had already received word. Though he found something fishy during the day, now with confirmed news of Grandma Sterling’s critical condition, he felt uneasy but cautious enough not to act yet. He continued waiting.

This was a tug-of-war-a test of patience between both sides.

On Grandma Sterling’s third day in the hospital, news of her passing hit the headlines directly.