Don’t Fall for the Billionaire Lover

Connor had suddenly turned on the charm, acting all polite. Grant was caught off guard for a second but quickly shifted to a more serious mood. This wasn't his usual demeanor, and Grant knew it was because they were in front of Chloe. Connor always played the victim card, and Chloe, well, she bought into it every time.

Sure enough, Chloe's expression mirrored the gloom. She didn't mince words, "Grant, we need to talk." Connor took his leave, giving them space. Grant rubbed the bridge of his nose, then asked, "What's up?"

Chloe came right out with it, "Do you know where the mentor is? Or any way to track him down?" Lately, Chloe had been on a mission, asking about the mentor's whereabouts more than once, which set off a little alarm bell in Grant's mind. But his answer didn't change.

"I've got no clue. The mentor's been a ghost these past years. Last I heard, he was around Cloud Island near Paradise Isle, and you were the one who clued me in. I sent out a search party, and they found traces of him, but he'd already hopped on a cruise and vanished."

Grant added, "You know how the mentor is, like a bird with no feet, never sticking around anywhere for long." Chloe's face fell slightly at that.

Grant pressed on, "Why the sudden interest in finding him? Is this still about why he said you couldn't have kids?" Chloe had been wrestling with this issue a lot lately. Grant found it strange too. The mentor wasn't exactly dependable, but he didn't throw around comments like that without reason. He had been serious when he spoke to Grant about it.

The mentor had said, "If you two get hitched, and don't want kids, that's fine. If you do, think about adopting. Chloe's body isn't cut out for childbirth. If you can't handle that, steer clear of her for life."

Grant had tried to dig for more info, but the mentor had been tight-lipped. The mentor had known about Grant's feelings for Chloe all along But Grant had stayed away, not because of the mentor's warning, but because he had bigger fish to fry.

Out of the blue, Chloe said calmly, "Grant, I might be dying." Grant, who had been sitting, froze at her words, then shot to his feet, his face a mix of cold anger, "What are you talking about!"

Chloe's eyes welled up, "Grant, I've got a congenital brain aneurysm. The mentor warned me against having kids because the pregnancy hormones could make it grow and risk bursting."

Chloe moved closer, pulling a pile of medical reports from her bag and laying them in front of Grant. "I just found out about all this." Her voice was steady, but the sadness and emptiness were undeniable. She didn't have to put up a front in front of Grant. Ultimately, her voice carried a note of helplessness. noveldrama

"Grant, what should I do?" In front of Grant, Chloe was like a fragile child. She couldn't let her guard down with anyone else because her parents. would worry, and Connor would be crushed. Her distress would only magnify theirs a hundred fold. She knew Connor was on edge, almost falling apart with his own grief lately. He kept trying to take the blame for the decision about kids, wanting to be the bad guy, absorbing all her negative feelings, even if it meant she'd hate or resent him. He bore it all to ease her pain just a little. Chloe had realized it all the moment she learned the truth. But just like Connor cared deeply for her, she cared deeply for him.