My CEO Ex: Let Me Go.-Chapter 141

My eyes began to redden again. “I never blamed Grandpa...”

I knew Grandpa had his own struggles.

When Alexander first became the CEO of the group, he was young, and many members of the board weren’t convinced. There was a lot of friction.

Some board members would often go to Grandpa to complain.

After Grandpa intervened the first time, Alexander faced continuous setbacks.

Seeing that complaining to the Chairman had an effect, the board members started going to Grandpa more and more frequently.

Eventually, Grandpa stopped getting involved.

That was when he realized—Alexander was the CEO of the group, not just his grandson, who could be easily lectured.

For Alexander to solidify his position in the company, he needed to establish authority. Grandpa needed to back him up, to stand firm. If he gave in to the board members’ complaints, Alexander’s position would be undermined, and neither the board nor the employees would respect him.

It was the same in this situation. Grandpa could only make some adjustments through S&E Group, but he couldn’t directly step in to clarify my identity. Doing so would only shine the spotlight on Alexander and harm his reputation.

This was something Alexander would have to handle on his own. He had to step forward and set the record straight.

In the end, he didn’t disappoint Grandpa.

Maybe Grandpa still favored Alexander a little more than me, but I never intended to compete for his affection.

All I knew was that Chairman Hawthorne wasn’t my biological grandfather. He had already done everything he could, and that was enough.

After Grandpa’s makeup was touched up, his body was moved to a special room where the family could stay with him.

I looked at his familiar face, just as it had always been, as if he were only sleeping.

But Grandpa would never wake up again.

At that thought, tears began to flow uncontrollably.

Two days later, many people came to attend Grandpa’s memorial service.

The aisles and both sides of the hall were lined with flowers, and guests sent their condolences.

Nearly all the relatives from H. Dynasty had arrived.

The social elite from Virellia City, along with political figures, came to pay their respects, with some even specially asking about Evelyn’s health, urging her to take care of herself.

There were also a number of small business owners, who, after paying their respects, quickly turned to Alexander and Sebastian, their intentions clear.

The board members of Vanguard GE were also there, offering their condolences, all the while trying to gather information from Alexander and Sebastian.

After all, Chairman Hawthorne held the majority of the group’s shares, and with his passing, someone had to take charge.

What John Smith hadn’t anticipated was that on the same day the CEO’s position was being altered, Chairman Hawthorne suddenly passed away.

Both of the group’s key figures were replaced in a single day!

The stock price not only failed to stabilize but dropped even more severely. A large number of shareholders sold off their stocks, and even some board members began to panic.

While people came and went in the hall, the family stayed by the body.

Some women came to visit, and Lydia would accompany them, chatting and reminding Eleanor to stay close to me, to listen to whatever I said.

Around 7 p.m., the last guest left.

I wheeled myself out from the lounge, heading toward the front, and as I reached the hallway, I ran into Alexander, who had finished his work and was coming back from outside.

Over the past three days, he had been so busy with Grandpa’s funeral and handling the guests that he hardly got any sleep. His eyes were slightly darkened, and when he was exhausted, he would occasionally take a cigarette.

As he approached me, he began pushing my wheelchair and asked, “Have you eaten?”

I nodded. “I’ve already eaten. Have you?”

“Not yet. Are you feeling unwell? If you are, I’ll have someone take you back.”

“I’m fine. You’ve been busy these last few days, and now that you finally have some time, go eat,” I said.

Alexander continued pushing me toward the lounge. “It’s been crazy these last couple of days. After Grandpa’s burial, I’ll take you for a checkup.”

“Mm.” I caught his meaning and said, “I just ate. You go eat on your own. I’ll stay here for a bit.”

But Alexander still pushed me into the lounge. “Stay with me and have something to eat.”

I stared at him, speechless.

Alexander looked at me and asked, "Do you want some more to eat?"

"You eat," I replied softly.

He picked up his fork and placed the fruit salad in front of me.

I hesitated for a moment before reluctantly taking a bite. Earlier, I hadn’t had much of an appetite due to my sadness, but for the sake of the baby, I forced myself to eat a few bites. To my surprise, once I started, I ended up finishing most of it.

Even though I was already full, I couldn’t resist the food Alexander handed me.

Since becoming pregnant, I had only experienced nausea during the first three months, but lately, my appetite had been improving.

Seeing that I was enjoying the food, Alexander picked up another bite and moved to feed me. "I’m really full," I said quickly, "You should eat it yourself."

"Not eating anymore?" he asked, looking slightly concerned.

"No, I’m done."

Alexander put down his chopsticks and gently lifted me out of the wheelchair, settling me on the couch and covering me with a blanket. "Then rest for a while."

I propped myself up helplessly, looking at him. "You haven’t slept in two days. You should get some rest too."

When he heard my concern, his eyes seemed to light up, and he nodded. "Alright."

After we finished eating, Alexander discarded the trash and lay down next to me.

I cracked open one eye to glance at him. He was lying on his side, barely fitting on the edge of the couch. Any movement, and he’d likely fall off.

"With all this space, why are you lying there?" I asked, amused.

Alexander raised his hand and gently covered my eyes. "Don’t talk, just sleep."

"..."

I took a quick nap, and when I woke up, Alexander was no longer there.

Two days passed in the blink of an eye, and on the third morning, Grandpa was officially laid to rest.

Several black sedans followed the hearse carrying the body, driving out of the funeral home, through the city’s main streets, and toward the H. Dynasty private cemetery on the outskirts.

They wouldn’t let me go.

The cemetery was on a mountain, and they said it wouldn’t be safe for me to climb with my pregnancy, plus the wheelchair wouldn’t be able to navigate the mountain roads.

Before getting into the car, Alexander instructed James to take me home.

I stood at the door, watching the funeral procession leave. My eyes were slightly red.

Grandpa, I couldn’t be there to say goodbye in person, but I hope you can rest peacefully.

Behind me, I heard Gabriella’s voice. "Vivienne, wait here for a moment. I’ll go get something."

"Alright."

Gabriella turned and walked into the funeral home’s lounge.

"Vivienne!"

Just then, I heard footsteps behind me.

I turned around to see Olivia walking toward me.

The look on her face told me she wasn’t about to say anything pleasant. Not wanting to argue with her right now, I gripped the outer wheels of my wheelchair and began to leave.

Olivia blocked my path. "Vivienne, you’re a jinx! You killed your own father, and now you’ve caused Alexander to lose his position as CEO of Vanguard GE. And now, you’ve even caused Chairman Hawthorne’s death. How can you sit here with a straight face?!"

I gave her a cold glance, then turned the wheelchair, moving in the other direction. "Whether I’m a jinx or not is none of your business. But as for the insults and slanders you’ve thrown at me, I’m well within my rights to file a lawsuit against you..."

"Ha, don’t try to scare me. Everything I’ve said is the truth. If it weren’t for you, Chairman Hawthorne would never have passed away so soon!" Olivia raised her voice, trying to stop me from leaving.

I paused, furrowing my brow. "What do you mean?"

Olivia smirked, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. "Didn’t Alexander tell you? I knew it! He never loved you—he loved Isabella. Look, even now, he’s still protecting her!"

"What are you trying to say?"

Was Grandpa’s death somehow connected to Isabella?

"I’ll be honest with you," Olivia said, her tone triumphant. "Before Chairman Hawthorne passed away, he met with Isabella. Alexander was planning to divorce you for her. Chairman Hawthorne was worried that after his death, Alexander would abandon you, so he personally met with Isabella and tried to make her leave. But of course, Alexander would never let her go. Isabella only had to say that after Chairman Hawthorne’s death, Alexander would divorce you and marry her. That made Chairman Hawthorne furious, and he suddenly passed away from the shock!"

"Vivienne, it’s all because of you! If it weren’t for you, Alexander wouldn’t have married a woman he didn’t love! If it weren’t for you, Chairman Hawthorne wouldn’t have met with Isabella! He wouldn’t have suddenly died! You’re a jinx! Anyone who gets close to you will suffer bad luck! Your loved ones will leave you, one by one! Just wait and see!"