Attlee, worried it might trigger her illness, quickly said, "Alright, we're leaving; don't get angry. There's still breakfast in that bag; you can have it later."
"If you guys don't leave, I'm going to call someone! Take your stuff and get out!"
"Okay, okay." Attlee quickly helped Olga up, signaling her to leave.
Olga gave him a dirty look. Why should they leave? The issue wasn't resolved; they needed Grace's help. Otherwise, that girl, Arabella, won't drop the lawsuit; she won't go all in like before.
They were just begging Grace in tears, wasting a lot of precious breakfast. They needed to fix this today.
Otherwise, it's a mega loss!
"Let's go!" Attlee grabbed her hand and forced her to leave.
As soon as they stepped out of the room, Olga couldn't help but shake off his hand, scolding him, "What are you doing? If Grace agrees, maybe Bella would even give us QY or even let us plot for a position to become nominal shareholders. Wouldn’t that be a better deal?"
"Didn't you see how pissed she was?" Attlee glanced at the hospital door and helplessly said, "Let's go; we'll figure something out when we get back."
"I really don't get it; has Grace gone senile? Favoring a stranger over her own family," Olga couldn't understand: What’s so great about that girl, Arabella?
Besides being sort of pretty and having some power and money, her aloof personality and inner wildness were simply not appealing.
"We can visit her more in the future; she's soft-hearted, and she'll agree eventually. The woman today, though," Attlee thought of the woman who was sitting by the bed talking to Grace this morning.
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