"Well, I really don't need honeymoon. Life was just dozens of years. Now it is the time for work hard.
You just need to mind your own business. Don't worry about me." Jessie smiled as if she was a model
of a good wife.
"No way! We must go on a honeymoon."
"……"
Jessie's lips twitched. What was the matter with her father-in-law? Even Mark didn't say anything.
Nelson put down his chopsticks, raised his head and looked at Mark. He said in a solemn voice, "You
can't neglect the importance of family, though you have to take care of your career. I agree with you to
travel with Jessie. If you need anything, just let me know. Besides, when you are in German, you can
visit your Uncle Warner. It's time for inspection."
"Okay. I see."
Nelson left the table. Jessie asked in a low voice, "Who is Uncle Warner? What are you going to
inspect?"
"Uncle Warner is a famous doctor from Germany. Every year, Mark would go to him and have an
examination on his legs." Edward explained.
"Does that mean his legs can recover?"
"…… We also hope so."
"……"
She turned her head to look at Mark, looking at his deep eyes under the sliver grey mask, and then his
slender long legs... God provided him with such a good life, with such a clever brain, a handsome face
and a tall body... But deprive him of the right to use.
Jessie felt pity and distressed.
She suddenly remembered a saying, "Both of us being strangers here, both of us stranded, does it
matter that we've just met, if our hearts understand?"
They were really a bitter couple.
Just when Jessie was overwhelmed by sympathy, Mark sneered at her with his sharp eyes, "Save your
cheap sympathy! I don't need it!" Then he turned his wheelchair and left.
"……"
She snorted and made a face. "Who do you think you are? Huh!"
After breakfast, just when Jessie was about to leave for the villa, the Butler stopped her and told her
that Nelson was waiting for her in the study. Jessie felt so depressed that she couldn't breathe. She
took a deep breath and walked towards the study with a dull expression.
Rat-tat!
"Come in."
Jessie opened the door and came in. She asked, "Father, what can I do for you?"
Nelson put down the book and nodded.
"Jessie, how are you thinking about the things we talked yesterday?"
"I..." Jessie asked, "Father, are you sure you can keep my brother safe?"
"Of course. You know that Darren always listens to me. I can assure you that your brother will be fine."
"But... I heard that he had been sent away."
"He can still come back if he leave. Just do what I have told you."
Jessie looked at Nelson's sharp and cunning eyes. Although he promised her, she still felt uneasy.
'Should I believe him?'
-
The German trip was settled down in this way, and the plane was arranged on the morning of the next
day.
While packaging their luggage in the room and seeing Mark reading a book on the terrace, Jessie felt
more and more uneasy when she recalled what Nelson had said to her.
"I want Mark's inspection result."
"Okay. I'll ask Uncle Warner to make one more copy."
"Not that one."
"Then, what is it?"
"The real inspection result for Mark."
"……"
Not until now did Jessie realize that Nelson had been doubting the authenticity of Mark's disability.
On the surface, they took Mark to have a body check every year in order to see if there was any hope
for his leg to be cured. But secretly, they wanted him to be disabled completely and couldn't stand up
forever.
What a vicious father Nelson was! He hoped that his son could never stand up.
To protect the other son of his.
"Well..."
Jessie wanted to say something, but she held back when she saw Mark rolling a wheelchair in.
Mark said, "Stop packaging. We have everything we need there. Change your clothes and go to the
hospital with me to see Leslie."
Jessie glared at him with her almond eyes squinted with resentment, biting her lips.
You don't have to do this. There is...
If he had known that they got everything they needed there, he should have told her earlier.
She hung the clothes she had just picked up into the suitcase one by one with great force. Then she
picked up one dress and went to the bathroom.
-
In the VIP ward of the hospital
With both his legs in plaster and his head wrapped in thick gauze, Leslie was lying on the bed in agony.
His handsome face had been badly deformed and swollen, and his eyes were covered with bruises.
When Jessie saw Leslie for the first sight, she was frightened and a word popped out in her mind --- pig
head!
Right! He looked like a deformed pig head!
Moreover, the man who beat him was like a hero in the world!
How could he beat Leslie like this? Wonderful! Awesome!
"Leslie, you should be more careful next time." Jessie pushed Mark to the bedside, speaking in a
caring tone, but his tone was as cold as ice, and even with a bit of sarcasm.
Leslie snorted with disdain, "Yes, it was my mistake this time. No, it won't happen again."
"Of course. You are so lucky this time, Leslie. Who can guarantee that there won't be such good luck
next time? Jessie, what do you think?"
"……"
Jessie felt embarrassed. She wanted to say yes, and was even happy to see Leslie be hurt so badly.
But then she thought about it for a second. Leslie was on Nelson's side. If she helped Mark here, and if
Nelson knew it, then her brother...
It was better to be silent than not knowing what to do.
Be silent!
Mark cast a sideways glance at Jessie. He saw that she didn't say anything. He didn't show too much
expression, but just kept wearing a faint and obscure smile on his thin lips.
"Jessie, wash some fruit. Leslie needs more nutrition."
"…… Okay."
It was a very serious car accident. Although there were only minor injuries and no life-threatening
injuries, Leslie was still very upset.
Especially after knowing that the car accident was man-made, he was even angrier.
Seeing Mark sent Jessie away, Leslie's eyes sank. He gritted his teeth and said: "Mark, I really
underestimated you. You even tampered with my car under my watch. I can't find it... Humph! Look at
you! Do you believe that I can wipe you out at once with a few words?"
"Ha ha, let me disappear? Just you?" Mark sneered and stood up from his wheelchair. It was a real
shock to Leslie, who could hardly believe his eyes.
"Your... Your legs...?"
Mark walked to the head of the bed, staring down at him with his sharp and cold eyes. He was wearing
a smile on his lips, which looked very frightening.
"Leslie, what's wrong with my leg? Don't you know that my leg has always been like this?" All of a
sudden, he seized Leslie's collar and pulled him up. He said coldly, "I'm telling you, Leslie, you and
Nelson, the old man, you will definitely lose in the end! This time, I just want to teach you a lesson!
Humph!"
After washing fruits casually, Jessie rushed back to the ward to eavesdrop through the door.
Even though she knew it's not a good idea, there must be something that Mark doesn't want her to
know as he used such a bad excuse.
Sure enough, that was the case.
However, Mark's legs...
Just when Jessie came in, she thought she would see some surprise. Unexpectedly, the scene in front
of her was the same as what she saw when she just left.
She put the fruit on the table and asked, "Leslie, I have washed the fruit. Do you want to eat it?"
"No, thanks." Leslie answered coldly.
Jessie answered with 'Oh', glancing at them suspiciously, and finally stopped on the legs of Mark.
She always felt that something was wrong, but she couldn't find anything suspicious. She just faintly
felt a strong sense of murderous will floating in the air.
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