Entangled with My Cousin's Fiancé
Chapter 299: The Old Master’s Last Wish

Chapter 299: Chapter 299: The Old Master’s Last Wish

After hanging up the phone, Yolanda Greenwood’s entire state was off.

The people from the court came to ask several more times, but she couldn’t answer anything.

Soon after, Noah Coldson appeared.

Yolanda almost stumbled as she ran up to him, hesitated as she looked at him, and after a while, she asked with a hoarse voice, "What happened?"

"It’s nothing, come with me to the old house," Noah dared not look into her eyes.

Yolanda’s legs went weak, and she nearly fell down.

Noah quickly caught her, "Yolanda, be strong, let’s go back first, we must go back."

Yolanda nodded, tears already starting to overflow.

When they left, they happened to meet Judge Dawson arriving.

Seeing Yolanda’s pale face and that she looked very unwell, he immediately asked, "Yolanda, what happened? Cooper didn’t show up again?"

"Judge Dawson, something really serious has happened at home," Noah, half-supporting Yolanda, answered for her, "Yolanda has to come back with me too. I’m truly sorry, can we reschedule the court case?"

Judge Dawson’s face turned grim, rarely having seen such a repeatedly delayed case. "You are really causing a commotion."

"I’m really sorry, Judge Dawson, we’re in a hurry, I need to take Yolanda back now," Noah apologized repeatedly and quickly took Yolanda away.

After getting into the car, neither of them spoke. The atmosphere inside was extremely heavy.

About halfway through the drive, Yolanda’s voice finally broke through, very sadly, "Is it Grandpa?"

"Yes," Noah couldn’t hide it anymore and immediately added, "But don’t be too sad, Grandpa is still waiting for you, he probably... has something to tell you."

Noah knew that under normal circumstances, Old Master Coldson should have passed away last night, but he had struggled through to this morning.

He didn’t want Yolanda and Cooper to go through with the divorce.

Now, the Old Master was hanging on by his last breath and probably wanted to tell Yolanda not to get a divorce.

Noah didn’t know how Yolanda would choose; he knew her feelings for Old Master Coldson were deeper than his own as his grandson.

He couldn’t change anything; whatever the outcome, he would have to accept it.

The car soon stopped at the entrance to the old house, and they both got out and entered the villa.

The living room was filled with people: Isabella Ross, Cooper Coldson, Christopher Coldson, Melissa Greenwood, and all the other members of the extended Coldson family were present—it was indeed Old Master Coldson’s last moments.

To everyone’s surprise, the last person Old Master Coldson wanted to see before his death was Yolanda.

"Go on up," Isabella stepped forward. She knew that Yolanda felt the same heartache, and at this moment, all past grievances were meaningless; they were both simply people about to lose someone dear.

"Talk to him; he has been waiting for you." Isabella personally led Yolanda upstairs.

At the door, she wiped away Yolanda’s tears, "Don’t cry; your tears will make the Old Master suffer even more."

Yolanda nodded as tears fell uncontrollably, a physiological reaction far beyond her control. She was entirely engulfed by an immense sadness.

After a while, she managed to contain her emotions and finally pushed open the door and went in.

The instant she saw the Old Master, Yolanda broke down again.

On the hospital bed not far away, Old Master Coldson was covered in tubes with a breathing apparatus, and he seemed to have lost consciousness.

Yolanda covered her mouth, trying desperately not to cry out loud. It was difficult for her to accept that a once-dominant business titan had been reduced to this state.

She took one step after another, approaching slowly, but the closer she got, the more she realized how unfamiliar Old Master Coldson looked in front of her.

It seemed as if the harms brought about by the years and illness all revealed themselves, now magnified, at this very moment.

Yolanda Greenwood shivered as she took Old Master Coldson’s hand, calling out with a sob in her voice, "Grandpa, I’m here, Yolanda is here."

After a while, Old Master Coldson slowly opened his eyes, and at the sight of Yolanda Greenwood, a distinct spark of life flickered in them.

"Grandpa..." Yolanda called out to him again, but she was completely at a loss for words; she didn’t know what to say at this time.

Any words of comfort seemed pale and powerless in the face of death.

Old Master Coldson struggled to sit up, and Yolanda Greenwood quickly helped by cranking up the hospital bed.

"Grandpa, does that feel a little better?" she asked with concern.

Old Master Coldson nodded his head, then suddenly reached out to remove his breathing machine; it was clear he couldn’t speak with it on.

"No, Grandpa, you can’t take that off," Yolanda quickly stopped him.

However, Old Master Coldson was insistent, determined to remove it; he knew his time was short and there were things he had to say right away.

Unable to persuade him otherwise, Yolanda let him take it off.

"Yolanda, my little Yolanda, is going to be a mother," Old Master Coldson said with a smile as he looked at Yolanda Greenwood’s belly.

Yolanda nodded, "Yes, in a few days, Grandpa will get to enjoy a four-generation household too. Are you happy, Grandpa?"

"Happy, happy," Old Master Coldson repeated twice.

He continued looking at Yolanda as he said, "Yolanda, Grandpa is going to leave..."

"That’s not true, it won’t happen," Yolanda, crying, shook her head vehemently.

"Don’t cry, Yolanda, don’t cry." Old Master Coldson seemed to have made peace with his fate long ago; for him, death did not carry the same fear, "Grandpa is going to another world, to reunite with Grandpa’s own mom and dad. Grandpa is very happy, so Yolanda must not be sad either."

"Okay, okay," Yolanda nodded, but her tears simply wouldn’t stop.

"There’s still one thing in this world that Grandpa is most concerned about," Old Master Coldson asked as he looked at Yolanda, "Do you know what it is?"

Yolanda nodded; she knew that Old Master Coldson had always hoped she wouldn’t divorce Cooper Coldson.

"Yolanda," Old Master Coldson gripped her hand, almost pleading, "can you not divorce Cooper, please?"

"I’m sorry, Grandpa, Cooper and I can’t be together anymore, I don’t want to lie to you," Yolanda repeated, "I’m sorry, I’m sorry..."

"Really, no way?" Old Master Coldson asked again, the glimmer of hope in his eyes fading bit by bit.

"I’m sorry," Yolanda truly couldn’t fulfill this request.

"It’s okay," Old Master Coldson slowly turned his head to look at the ceiling, "Since you say so, it must mean Cooper hurt you too deeply. I don’t blame you, Grandpa doesn’t blame you."

He kept staring at the ceiling.

"Grandpa, the relationship between Cooper and myself has run its course; continuing any further is no good for either of us," Yolanda, holding onto the old man’s hand, went on, "Yolanda just wants to focus on raising the child now."

Old Master Coldson had no reaction, still staring at the ceiling.

Yolanda paused, then continued, "Don’t worry, Grandpa. Even if I divorce Cooper, you will still be the child’s great-grandfather. I will come to visit you with them often."

Old Master Coldson still showed no reaction.

At that moment, the door was suddenly opened, and Cooper Coldson rushed in like a gust of wind.