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“What did the doctor say?” Skylar was concerned about Gloria’s condition. 

She knew Gloria had always had heart problems. Gloria had undergone several bypass surgeries and had often been admitted to the hospital. 

Many respectable doctors had concluded Gloria could only live for another three years at best. 

That was why Joe had made Skylar sign a three–year covert marriage agreement. 

Edgar’s eyes reddened slightly. “The doctors aren’t optimistic about Mrs. Martin Senior’s condition. They hope her family can fill her remaining days with happiness, and maybe a miracle might happen.” 

Skylar’s throat constricted as she stood at the doorway and gazed into the ward. 

Gloria had a sick, chalky complexion, which differed from her usually cheerful demeanor. Seeing that drastic change made Skylar’s heart scrunch with pain. 

Joe watched Skylar in silence. He could see the genuine worry and care in her eyes. No matter how poor his impression of her was, he couldn’t deny her sincere concern toward Gloria at that instant. 

What Edgar had said earlier also reminded him now wasn’t a good time to annul the agreement. 

“I’m not hungry. I’ll wait here for Grandma to wake up.” Skylar went to sit on a nearby chair. Joe sat beside her. 

Fortunately, Gloria awoke not long after that. The pair immediately entered the ward. Upon seeing them, Gloria weakly grinned and asked, “Did I worry you guys?” 

“How are you feeling, Grandma? Do you want us to get the doctor here?” Skylar’s voice rang out like a gentle, pleasant bell chime. It was as if she were talking to a child. 

“Those doctors can’t do much for me. I’ve already woken up anyway, so what’s the point of calling them over? Don’t worry, Skye. I’m a tough cookie and can withstand a couple more years. 

“Oh, right! Did Joe take good care of you when you had a fever yesterday?” 

While Gloria voiced that question, her eyes had already darted toward Joe. It seemed like she wouldn’t let him off easy if she found out he hadn’t looked after Skylar well enough. 

A smog of worry hid deep in Joe’s eyes. His head snapped toward Skylar when he saw Gloria’s stern gaze. He didn’t know if Skylar would take the chance to rat on him. 

“He cared for me the entire time and even had the family doctor check on me. I recovered today, so I’m completely fine now. Don’t worry, Grandma. Right now, you’re our main focus,” Skylar assured warmly. 

Gloria’s once–stern gaze at Joe softened. In a few seconds, she returned to being a kind and friendly grandmother once more. “Joé did well. Those are all things he should be doing.” 

She looked toward Edgar just then. “Edgar, give me what I asked you to hold onto.” 

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Edgar fished out a jewelry box from his bag. 

“Give it to Skye.” Gloria motioned to Edgar to pass the box to Skylar, who accepted it. 

“I can’t stand that Joe hasn’t had time to buy you a ring. So, I bought this from an auction; I’d planned to give it to you as your wedding ring.” While saying that, Gloria even shot a stern glare at Joe. 

She seemed to be cross at him for making her worry over how he hadn’t bought Skylar a ring yet. 

Joe frowned. 

Skylar was a little surprised but didn’t open the jewelry box. “Grandma, this ring is too expensive. I can’t 

take it.” 

The ring was worth 100 million dollars. 

Skyle dared not accept it, nor did she have the right to. 

After all, she and Joe would get divorced tomorrow. She was too afraid to hold onto the ring, even if it was for one day. Exclusive content from NôvelDrama.Org.

If it was damaged in any way, she wouldn’t be able to fork out 100 million dollars as compensation to Joe. 

“Skylar, a ring is merely an accessory, regardless of how expensive it is. How can it be more important than you? Please accept it. This ring is my blessing to you. Come on, dear, put it on for me to see.” Tender affection filled Gloria’s eyes as she looked at Skylar.