Chapter 392

Zelda tightened her grip on the phone. "Esme, my grandpa is gravely ill and can't survive long without medical equipment. Send him back to Mercy Hospital Daprein immediately." "Are you negotiating with me, Zelda? Don't forget the position you're in!" Esme threatened. "Until I can be sure of my grandpa's safety, I won't do anything. I know what you're trying to do. Send me a video of my grandpa now. I need proof that he's healthy and alive before I'll comply with your demands. Otherwise, forget it," Zelda said calmly. Esme didn't expect Zelda to counter-attack like this. Her eyes narrowed, a dangerous glint flashing in them. After a long pause, she finally said, "Fine." Not long after, a video came from an unknown number. Zelda quickly opened it. The background was a shabby hospital ward. Harlan was lying in bed, breathing through a ventilator. His face was pale. An IV was inserted into the back of his hand, and he looked terribly frail. Seeing the video, Zelda immediately forwa