Substitute Her to Love You novel Chapter 123

I hid myself in a hurry.

I was a little puzzled, wondering why Tracy, whom I hadn't seen just now, was here now.

Then I heard Tracy say, "I just inquired about it. My niece made a fuss, intending to jump off a building or something. So, Mom was irritated again. This time, she probably can't make it."

At this moment, I thought of what had happened before. Then I picked up my cell phone and began to film her.

Based on the phone call Tracy made last time, I knew that it was clear that Tracy was making a fake will.

If something indeed happened to Rosy, I wondered what would happen then.

Later, Tracy mentioned roughly the fake will over the phone, saying that the shares and the properties should be distributed in a fair way so that it wouldn't arouse others' suspicion.

In fact, neither of Tracy nor Jeremy was to my liking. However, in comparison, I hoped that Tracy could get more properties.

After Tracy hung up the phone, she left. And I went back to the in-patient department.

At this time, Rosy was still in ICU. And no one was outside.

Neither Tracy nor Jeremy was there.

It seemed that after Rosy was in a coma, they didn't even bother to put on a show.

However, soon, Tracy came. When she saw me, she didn't say anything. And she just stayed outside.

Thinking that Patrick was still in the hospital and that I would be embarrassed if I ran into him, I left first.

In the blink of an eye, it was Monday.

The notice about the design competition was issued on a relevant website.

To encourage everyone to sign up for the competition, the management of my company specifically mobilized us over the weekly meeting.

All the designers in the six decoration companies and several studios under Towering High's leadership would all take part in the design competition.

Although rules about the preliminary contest and intermediary contest were available, there weren't any rules about the final round at all.

But I had a vague feeling that Patrick surely would attend the final round in person.

Now I just wanted to be an ordinary employee under his charge. And I didn't want to have anything to do with him.

The amount of the total reward of this competition was up to one million dollars. And whoever made it to the final round would get a relative reward, which somewhat tempted me.

But I was just somewhat swayed.

After the meeting, all my colleagues were discussing the design competition. And I just went back to the company and continued to do my work.

Over lunch at noon...

Paulina specifically ran to the opposite side of me and asked me, "Charlotte, what kinds of works are you going to work on for the design competition?"

"I won't participate in it."

I answered her as I buried my head and had lunch.

She blinked her eyes and looked at me in disbelief, "What? Won't you participate in the contest?" "Yeah' "But there is a bonus! According to the hearsay, the highest reward seemed to be at 400,000 dollars! I thought that everyone in the company would take part in it."

Paulina seemed to be unconvinced by my words.

I looked up at her and gave her a wry smile, "Designers of so many companies and studios will all participate in the competition. Among them, there are many hidden talents. Even if I use all my skills, I don't think I can make it to the final round."

"But..."

Paulina seemed to want to say something further. But she felt that what I said was reasonable.

I went to see Rosy every day after getting off work.

She woke up on Monday and returned to an ordinary ward.

Because of her physical condition, her operation time was delayed for another four days and scheduled over the weekend.

On the day of her operation, I arrived at the hospital early.

As soon as I entered the ward, Rosy's eyes lit up when she saw me. Then she said happily, "Charlotte, you're here."

"Well, Grandma, how do you feel today?"

As I walked inside, I looked around. Rosy had been staying in a suite all the time. I looked around, only to see that no one else was in the ward except Olena, who was sitting by Rosy's bed and holding a bowl of porridge.