Married To My Billionaire Stepbrother novel Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Where Is Your Husband?

Once Natalie finished her breakfast, her cellphone rang. Seeing her grandfather’s name flash on the screen, her heart skipped a beat.

’Grandpa... he must have seen the news. He must be worried I’m hurt.’ She quickly answered the call.

"Grandpa—" she began, but Albert’s hasty, worried voice cut her off. "Where are you? Where are you hurt? Tell me—"

Grandpa, calm down. I’m not hurt," she tried to sound reassuring.

"I read in the news that you were attacked."

"It’s nothing serious."

"Which hospital are you in?" he asked, already concluding she must be hurt.

Natalie hadn’t planned on telling him she was even slightly injured, but her sister had made sure the news was out there. "I’m in the same hospital as you," she braced herself for the inevitable scolding.

Instead he asked, "Which floor and room?"

"Grandpa, I’ll come to you—"

"No, tell me. I’m not crippled yet that I can’t come to you when you’re hurt," his retorty left no room for argument.

She sighed, knowing it was useless to argue with him. "Floor above yours. VIP room number three."

"I’m coming." He hung up before she could say anything else.

"John," Natalie called out.

John promptly entered the room. "Yes, Ms. Natalie?"

"My grandpa is on his way here. Make sure he doesn’t see any of you. He has no idea who your boss is," she instructed firmly.

John understood what to do and left.

Before Natalie could brace herself for the inevitable headache coming her way, her phone rang again. The screen displayed an unknown number, but she knew exactly who it was.

If I don’t answer, he might show up here, she thought reluctantly, then answered the call. "What do you want?"

"So much anger already? That means my little sweet is alright," the voice on the other end replied smoothly. "Or I was about to blow that rotten brain out of your butthead sister."

"You’re not allowed to meddle in my affairs. We agreed on that."

"As long as you’re unharmed, I have no reason to. But if you are hurt, not only will I drag you back here, I’ll kill whoever laid a finger on you," he threatened, his tone darkening.

"Stop going overboard," she snapped back. "Have you found anything about that man?"

"Not yet, but my people are on it," he responded, his tone now more business-like.

"So, unless you find him, don’t call me," she said, then quickly hung up. But no sooner had she ended the call than the phone rang again. Frustrated, she clutched it tightly and answered, "Don’t you understand the simple words?"