In the blink of an eye, the day had come for Shirley Thorne to be discharged from the hospital.
Around noon, Ethan Grant was supposed to pick her up for a recovery banquet.
The venue was the Grant family's newly opened hotel.
Shirley Thorne had chosen the place herself.
Honestly, after analyzing Meredith Rowan over the past few days, she found the woman was practically untouchable.
Every one of her actions came with a convenient excuse to shift the blame. The pastries were prepared by David Walsh, and her son had suggested the recovery banquet.
Shirley Thorne had never even met the woman.
'I mean, how do you even describe it?'
'Not even a gopher could burrow and hide as well as she could!'
As her mind wandered, Shirley Thorne suddenly heard Florence Langley's voice.
"Ma'am, Mr. Grant is here! Let's go downstairs!"
"Okay!"
Shirley Thorne hopped off the sofa, brimming with energy and raring for a fight.
'Let's see what tricks they have up their sleeve!'
