Chapter 422
When I got back to the nursing home, Ramona had already turned in for the night. I tucked in the corners of her blanket a little tighter and gave a few instructions to the caregiver before I headed out. I made a beeline for the hotel to check in.
The next morning, after getting ready, I was about to leave for the nursing home to visit Ramona when I got a call from Dr. Andrews‘ assistant. I stepped out of my room, phone to ear.
On the other end, the assistant sounded a bit frustrated, “Ms. Webster, did you not inform your family that Dr. Andrews would be taking over Ramona’s treatment today?”
“What?” I paused, puzzled. “Is there a problem?”
The assistant sighed, “We had barely arrived when your relatives showed up, insisting they didn’t want Dr. Andrews to handle Ramona’s treatment.”
“My relatives?” I was momentarily confused, then it clicked. “You mean the Myers?”
“Yes, looks like Ramona’s daughter–in–law and granddaughter.”
My gaze hardened. “I’ll be right there. Please apologize to Dr. Andrews for me; I’ve caused him unnecessary trouble.”
No sooner had the doctor arrived than Dorothy Myers and her daughter became restless. They were scared of Ramona’s passing, fearing a certain mysterious will might come to light. And even more terrified that if Ramona regained consciousness, the Myers estate might fall into my hands, leaving no room for them.
I rushed to the nursing home, finding Dr. Andrews effectively barred from entering the room. Containing my anger, I first apologized to Dr. Andrews, “Professor, I’m sorry. I’ll sort this out right away.”
“It’s okay, go ahead and deal with it. I’ll grab some breakfast in the meantime.” Dr. Andrews was understanding; it was just another unsightly drama, after all. Having been in the medical field for decades, family disputes over inheritance were nothing new to him.
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Chapter 422
Once Dr. Andrews had left, I knocked on the door. “Dorothy, open the door.”
“So, you’re the one who found a doctor for Ramona,” Dorothy flung open the door, feigning ignorance, then added, “That doctor, he didn’t look professional at all. Who knows if he might make Ramona’s condition worse!”
Two years hadn’t changed her domineering attitude. I smirked, countering, “Are you worried he’ll make Ramona’s condition worse, or are you afraid she might actually recover?”
“What am I afraid of?” She glared. “Besides, for the past two years, it’s been us taking care of Ramona. You’ve been off in RiverCity, playing the affluent lady, and now you want to step in? Who do you think you are?”
“At least I’m Ramona’s blood granddaughter, am I not?” I met her gaze unflinchingly. “And you, what right do you have to prevent me from seeking medical help for my own grandma?”
These past two years, unable to take over the Myers estate due to Bryant Ferguson’s suppression, she must have been desperate. Of course, she wouldn’t willingly let me return to the Myers fold. Especially not with Ramona fully conscious.
Dorothy was momentarily speechless. “I…”
“And what about me?” Susan emerged from behind her, the very picture of matriarchal authority. “Do I not have the right to make decisions for Ramona? Jane, remember your place. You’re still a Webster, not a Myers.”
I couldn’t help but laugh. “My last name doesn’t change the fact that I’m Ramona’s blood granddaughter. Susan Myers, why are you so afraid of me coming back to the Myers? Protecting your adopted daughter at every turn, what are you so scared of?”