NOVPUBChapter 1332: 619 Rescue_1 Chapter 1332: 619 Rescue_1 “Aunt Breezent, you are so beautiful.” Xenia Groove smiled shyly as she looked at the woman standing next to Digby Hart.
Nana Breezent had heard of Xenia Groove’s notoriety for her countless attempts to harm Aubree Groove, and she had no ounce of fondness for this girl.
But in the end, she turned out to be Digby Hart’s biological daughter.
Now she is Digby Hart’s fiancee, which means she will be Xenia’s stepmother in the future.
Nana Breezent’s emotions were mixed at this moment.
She wanted to refuse, but for the sake of Digby Hart, she forced a smile.
“We will be a family soon, no need to be strangers.”
She removed a gold bracelet from her wrist and slid it onto Xenia Groove’s wrist.
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“This is a welcoming gift from me to you, it’s a little humble.
I hope you won’t mind.”
She was being kind to Xenia Groove just to keep the peace for Digby Hart’s sake, hoping the girl would know her place and not cause trouble.
Since falling ill, Xenia Groove’s weight had rapidly declined.
Her wrists were as slender as bamboo stalks, causing the bracelet to slip off easily.
Feeling the substantial weight of it, Xenia Groove’s smile deepened.
A gold bracelet right off the bat, this woman was indeed wealthy, but wasn’t it all because of Digby Hart?
Without Digby Hart, she wouldn’t be able to flaunt her wealth here.
All these should originally belong to her as the Mistress of the Harts.
“Thank you, Aunt Breezent.” Xenia Groove replied obediently.
“Grandpa,” Xenia Groove, crying and sniffling, knelt in front of old Mr.
Hart, “I can finally show filial piety under your knees.”
Old Mr.
Hart sternly said, “Get up, crying and whining all day, what kind of behavior is that?
As long as you behave, The Harts will treat you accordingly.”
In her heart, Xenia Groove cursed the old man.
He had given Aubree Groove several properties and the priceless Dreamy Villa, yet he didn’t shell out a single dollar for his own granddaughter.
After waiting for a long time with no response, Xenia Groove clenched her teeth and stood up.
Suddenly, her body swayed as if she was about to fall.
A pair of slender hands caught her by the waist and spared her from an embarrassing fall.
A familiar scent lingered in her nostrils, causing Xenia Groove to feel a little annoyed.
By the time she looked up, her expression had changed to that of gratitude.
“Aubree, thank you, no…I should call you Auntie now…”
“We really are destined, perhaps fate has meant for us to become a family.”
Xenia Groove held onto Aubree’s hand.
Her hand was cold, smooth and icy like jade.
Aubree let go of her, appearing indifferent as always.
She always had this lifeless expression, even when she first entered the Grooves’ home.
God only knows how much she hated Aubree’s calm and collected demeanor.
One day, she would tear off Aubree’s facade of pretentious kindness.
“Alright, it’s getting late, let’s go home.
We can talk more when we get back.” Old Mr.
Hart concluded indifferently.
Aubree walked over to support old Mr.
Hart and left the hotel first.
Nana Breezent and Digby Hart followed suit, leaving as well.
Xenia Groove was left standing there awkwardly.
The lounge door opened, and Aubree appeared at the doorway.
She calmly spoke, “I will take you back to the Harts.”
Xenia Groove hesitated for a moment, then hurriedly walked over, keeping pace with Aubree.
Giving Aubree a glance, she sighed, “I didn’t expect that we would meet in such a relationship.
You must hate me deep down.
I robbed you of your title as the Mistress of the Harts.”
A gentle smile hung on the corners of Aubree’s mouth, making her seem enchanted.
“Xenia Groove.”
Xenia immediately glared at her, like a leopard ready to pounce at any moment.
“Be more broad-minded.
Your life is more than this.”
By the time Xenia grasped the meaning behind Aubree’s words, her complexion turned pale then flushed.
Was she cursing her to die young?
Aubree had already walked past her, leaving her with a vision of Aubree’s slender and faint silhouette.
Xenia Groove clenched her fists, her eyes were filled with hatred.
Dallyn shook her head regretfully.
How could there be people in the world who were so superficial, thinking that the Mistress would be jealous of her title as the Mistress of the Harts?
That was an insult to the Mistress.
Did she even know that if it wasn’t for the Mistress’s discerning sight, Digby Hart would never have known that Xenia was his daughter?
Where would her present pomp and circumstance come from?
This woman’s heart is smaller than the eye of a needle, no wonder she’s incurably ill.
Aubree and Xenia took a ride together, and the two didn’t speak afterwards, causing the atmosphere in the car to be heavy.
They soon arrived at the Harts’ Villa.
Xenia Groove stepped out of the car and looked at the two-story Chinese-style building in the night, her eyes filled with desire.
The housekeeper came out to greet them and helped old Mr.
Hart into the living room.
“Mistress!” Seeing Aubree Groove, the housekeeper’s face broke into a smile.
However, upon seeing the teenage girl behind her, his smile stiffened momentarily.
He had heard quite a few rumors online regarding Digby Hart’s illegitimate daughter and had mentally prepared himself for this.
But when he saw this girl, mixed feelings surged within him.
Mainly because Xenia Groove had quite a bad reputation.
The housekeeper hesitated momentarily, unsure of how to address her.
In the end, he simply nodded and smiled at her like he would do with a common guest.
Xenia Groove felt frustrated by the double standards of the housekeeper, but she could only suppress her rage for now, vowing to settle the score later.
Mr.
Hart sat on the sofa, with Digby Hart and Nana Breezent standing by his side, his authority as the head of his family extending palpably.
Aubree Groove and Xenia Groove walked in side by side.
The room was so quiet that one could hear a needle drop.
Xenia Groove couldn’t help but feel unnerved.
The housekeeper led a man into the room, “Mr.
Hart, Dr.
Alvarez has arrived.”
Aubree raised her head to meet the gaze of Brixton Alvarez.
“Mr.
Hart, Mr.
Hart.” Brixton spoke modestly.
Mr.
Hart nodded, “I appreciate you coming.
But you are the only one I trust.”
“Your family has been my benefactor, I am indebted.
I will do everything in my power to provide any help you may require.”
Brixton Alvarez and Lorcan Hart were both orphaned children that Mr.
Hart had provided support to.
Without the Harts, he wouldn’t even have been able to attend college, let alone become a doctor.
He has always been accommodating to Mr.
Hart’s requests.
“I assume you’ve heard about our family’s rumors.
I won’t hide the truth from you.
I asked you here today to help with another DNA identification for the two.
Dr.
Alvarez, may I trust you?”
Mr.
Hart fixed his gaze on Brixton Alvarez.
Brixton bowed his head, stating respectfully: “Rest assured, Mr.
Hart, I understand what to do.”
It felt as if Mr.
Hart’s words were a rough slap on Xenia Groove’s face.
Her cheeks flushed a furious red, What was Mr.
Hart implying?
Was he suggesting that she was pretending to be his granddaughter?
Aubree Groove was the one with a criminal history.
Xenia Groove was so furious she could hardly breathe, the effort left her feeling utterly exhausted.
After all the traveling that day, her body couldn’t keep up.
The world in front of her eyes began to blur.
Suddenly, she collapsed.
Mr.
Hart was startled, “What happened?”
Aubree, faster than Brixton, knelt down to check Xenia Groove’s pulse and pupils: “A temporary shock caused by a sudden drop in blood pressure.
She needs to be taken to a hospital immediately.”
Mr.
Hart initially wanted to have another DNA test done, because he had a strong hunch that this child didn’t resemble any member of the Harts.
But did his words really manage to agitate her that much?
Mr.
Hart may be blunt, but he wasn’t heartless.
At this moment, he felt that perhaps he had been too straightforward in his approach.
It may have hurt Xenia Groove, a mere teenage girl.
It was then that he noticed just how thin she was, she barely looked like she had any meat on her bones.
At this time, Nana Breezent asked, “Is she…
ill?”
She suddenly remembered a phone conversation she had overheard from behind the door to Digby Hart’s study.
Digby Hart had mentioned donating a kidney to someone.
At the time, she thought she had heard wrong, but now she was beginning to suspect the unthinkable.
Aubree pressed her lips together, “She has uremia.
But the survival rate after a kidney transplant is quite high, and the prognosis is generally good.”
Mr.
Hart was taken aback,” What?
She has uremia?”
It was a mix of emotions, how could this be?
Aubree glanced at Digby Hart and said calmly,” She has already found a kidney donor.
The surgery should be taking place within the next few days.
She absolutely cannot be subjected to any kind of stress now.”
Given her current condition, Xenia Groove’s prognosis was not hopeful.
Aubree had already warned her that if she wanted to recover, she needed to remain calm and at peace.
But it was apparent that Xenia Groove wouldn’t listen.
It’s up to fate whether she could pull through or not.
So, it is as she suspected!
Nana Breezent’s face turned pale, her lips thinning.
Digby Hart swiftly walked over, scooped up Xenia Groove, and quickly strode out.
“Prepare the car.”
Mr.
Hart, using his cane for support, followed his path.
Nana Breezent crouched down, covering her face with her hands, “How did it come to this?
How did it come to this?”
Aubree walked over and patted Nana Breezent’s back, “Nana, do you believe in karma?”
Nana Breezent looked up blankly, her eyes brimming with red, “I can’t bear to see him hurt himself.”
“But it’s his choice, isn’t it?”
No one forced Digby Hart to donate his kidney.
The only person who he might feel an obligation to would be Mr.
Hart.
However, everyone but Mr.
Hart probably knew about his biological daughter.
Even though Nana Breezent understood that, she was still uncomfortable.
“Let’s go.
We should head to the hospital.”
Hope Xenia Groove’s worth saving at the cost of a kidney.
