Chapter 213: Grant Holloway Ignored Everything

Grant Holloway ignored everything.

He strode straight toward the staircase.

Mason Reed hurried after him, gripping his shoulder. "Grant, stop this. Let's go back. Clara won't open the door."

"I have something to give her."

Mason froze. "What?"

Grant pulled out a tube of allergy cream from his pocket. "This season always triggers her allergies."

Mason's eyes burned unexpectedly.

How had two people who loved each other so deeply ended up like this?

"Right," Grant nodded, voice thick. "I came to deliver this... must give it to her..."

Before he could finish, his vision darkened. His body went limp, collapsing forward.

Mason barely caught him, dragging him toward the waiting SUV.

He exhaled heavily at the sight of the vehicle parked at the alley's entrance.

By the time they reached the estate, it was 1 AM.

The housekeeper gasped as Mason staggered inside. "Help me! And brew some hangover soup."

After barking orders, he turned to leave.

Paige Lawson jolted awake at the commotion.

Clutching her robe, she descended the stairs—her dreams of wealth outweighing sleep deprivation.

"Let me help him." She reached for Grant.

The housekeeper hesitated. "Madam, your condition—"

"I'm fine." Paige insisted, taking his weight.

The moment she did, his dead weight nearly toppled her.

"Wait!" She yelped, flustered. "You'd better take him."

After gulping water, Grant regained slight awareness.

Paige knelt before him, eyes gleaming. "Baby—"

His icy glare cut her off.

She instantly corrected herself. "Grant, are you feeling better?"

"Move."

Paige stiffened.

"Need it spelled out?"

Tears welled. "Grant, I'm scared..."

His expression remained stone. "Don't make me repeat myself."

Biting her lip, she stepped aside.

He marched upstairs without a backward glance.

Swallowing humiliation, Paige forced a smile at the housekeeper. "He's just drunk. Prepare the soup—I'll deliver it personally."

In the master bedroom, Grant leaned against the door.

Clara's tear-streaked face flashed behind his eyelids.

His hand dove into his pocket—

The cream was gone!

He tore through his clothes, ransacked the downstairs, then finally collapsed behind the sofa.

Kneeling there, the billionaire sobbed like a lost child.