I Walked Away And He Lost His Mind (Zephyra and Steven) novel Chapter 298

My family and my maternal grandfather’s family barely had any contact. My dad would get angry just at the mention of my grandfather.

So my impression of my mother’s family was that they were rich, but snobbish, harsh, and cruel. The older generation had several children. I had three uncles and one aunt. The aunt was Janice, and the only uncle I really remembered was my youngest, Julian.

No wonder Ryan drove a luxury car. He was from that side of the family. But how was he so close to Uncle Julian? My grandfather had disowned him. How could he still be on good terms with the younger generation?

Seeing the change in my expression, Ryan’s smile faded, and he focused on driving.

“We’re almost at the hospital.”

I sensed a deliberate caution in his demeanor, a loss of his earlier carefree attitude, but I didn’t ask. “Okay.”

Julian’s room was on the 15th floor. Ryan and I took the elevator straight from the underground parking garage, which saved me some walking.

I pulled the collar of my shirt up higher. Steven had left marks all over me, especially on my neck. I had specifically chosen a high-necked top this morning, otherwise, who knows how angry Uncle Julian would be if he saw.

As we stepped out of the elevator, Ryan finally asked, “Are you not feeling well? You’re walking a bit strangely.”

My heart skipped a beat. “I fell yesterday and scraped my knee. It’s a little sore.”

Ryan frowned immediately. “I’ll get you registered. You need to see a doctor. This doesn’t look good.”

I chuckled, then remembered something. “Okay, can you make an appointment for me? And also one at the gynecology department? But don’t let Uncle Julian know.”

Ryan stared at me, holding back for a moment before asking, “You’re not… pregnant, are you?”

I took out my insurance card from my phone case and handed it to him. I laughed. “No, don’t be ridiculous. My period is just irregular. The PIN is just six zeros.”

Ryan nodded and dutifully went to make the appointments.

I went to Julian’s room first, but he wasn't there. Instead, a man in a loose white sweater with a clean-cut appearance was sitting on the bed, looking down at something.

Strange. I thought Uncle Julian had a private room.

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