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Edwin Blake's brows furrowed, his tone turning cold, "I'm coming over right away. Contact the doctor to go to the house."
After hanging up the phone, he immediately abandoned the meeting and rushed to Isla Sutton's home.
A journey that usually took an hour was hastily completed by Harry Ross in forty minutes.
Isla Sutton was running wildly around the house, and the butler had to exert great effort to catch her.
Watching Isla Sutton struggling incessantly, he could only shout into her ear, "Miss Sutton, please stop running around. I have already called President Blake. He'll be here shortly!"
Edwin Blake watched everything unfolding before him, a complex expression on his face, "How did it become so severe all of a sudden? She was fine yesterday."
The butler, seeing this, released Isla Sutton immediately. This woman possessed extraordinary strength; even she couldn't hold her down!
"Young Master, when I came back this morning, it was like this. First, Miss Sutton cried, then she ran wildly inside the house..."
Isla Sutton dashed directly into Edwin Blake's arms, "Edwin, last night I dreamed that I died. I can't bear to leave you. I don't want to die yet. We still have Flowery to raise."
She cried so hard that her voice broke, her eyes red and pitiable.
Edwin Blake carried the woman to the bed, lowered his head to gaze at her face, and gently coaxed, "Isla, calm down a bit, let the doctor take a look first. Don't say foolish things."
The doctor had been waiting quietly on the side and only stepped forward to examine her after Isla Sutton had calmed down. His eyes grew a bit dim.
"President Blake, can we step outside to talk?"
Edwin Blake nodded. After soothing Isla Sutton, he went out.
"Just say it."
The doctor did not hold back, "Miss Sutton's illness has progressed to her brain's nerves. I can't treat it any longer. Only sedatives and psychiatric medications can be administered; it cannot be cured."
"Alright, I know. You can leave for now."
Edwin Blake waved his hand, the atmosphere around him instantly growing heavier. He went inside to coax Isla Sutton into taking a sedative. Once he saw her asleep, he left the room.
Sitting in the car, he moodily lit a cigarette, smoke swirling around him.
After a long silence, he spoke heavily, "Contact Ayla. I agree to her terms, but I have one condition: she must come to check Isla's health within three days and confirm the follow-up plan with me. If anything happens to Isla afterwards, I want Ayla buried with her!"
Harry Ross nodded and immediately started contacting Ayla.
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Leon Peterson looked at Ivy River, who sat expressionless in front of the computer, and softly asked, "Boss, remember to disguise yourself when you go for the consultation."
Ivy River replied mildly, "Mm, you go and coordinate the plan with him. I don't want to see him. During the consultation, only Isla Sutton can come in."
She had thought it would take a few days, but Edwin Blake agreed so quickly.
That's a 10% stake of the Blake Clan, after all. Edwin Blake really was making a big move to save his First Love.
Spending lavishly to please a beauty, why not?
Ivy River's lips curled into a faint smile, making it hard to gauge her thoughts.
Leon Peterson couldn't wait for her reply, "Then where should I arrange the consultation? We can't have her come to our hospital."
"Let Edwin Blake arrange the location. As for the time, the day after tomorrow."
She still had an important thing to handle within the next two days.
The First Love can wait; that illness isn't life-threatening, just drives her crazy up to three times a day.
"But..."
"No buts," Ivy River understood Leon Peterson's concerns, "disguise properly whether or not we see through it. So what? Will she stop me from treating Isla Sutton? Go and sort it out."
Leon Peterson nodded, "Then should I tell him to send the deposit now, or will the shares be handled after the treatment plan is set?"
"After I decide the plan, they should pay in full; no deposit needed. I'm not afraid of him backing out, as long as I don't back out. Also, inform Edwin Blake that he's not allowed to show up in two days."
"If Edwin Blake shows up, I'll immediately cease the consultation and blacklist him from the Dark Web. If he wants to hire me, he must follow my terms."
Leon Peterson looked troubled but still conveyed Ivy River's exact words to Edwin Blake.
Edwin Blake chuckled coldly, devoid of any emotion in his eyes, "Just as she said."
If he had the chance, he definitely must see who this Ayla really is.
Daring to make such exorbitant demands, huh.
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After Leon Peterson left, Ivy River pursed her lips, and with trembling hands, dialed the number that had been dust-ridden for five years.
"Hello, who is this?"
Ivy River altered her voice, "I'm looking for Old Lady Blake. Could you transfer me through, please?"
Butler Lee seemed puzzled, "The Old Lady is sleeping right now. If there's an important matter, you can tell me, and I'll pass the message."
"Grandma Lee, please wake her up. I have something important to discuss with her."
Butler Lee was stunned, as "Grandma Lee" was a title only one person had used before.
She belatedly realized who it was and hurriedly rushed to find Old Lady Blake.
After a long while, Ivy River finally heard the voice she had missed, "Hello, what's the matter?"
The corners of Ivy River's mouth tinged with bitterness as she softly spoke, "Grandma..."
Old Lady Blake was taken aback, and then she realized, tears falling instantly.
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