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After contemplating a mont, Daniel Marshall softly said, “Wife, your idea can work, but we must have tight surveillance before we take action. If we provoke her, I’m worried she might recklessily harm you.”
Olivia Jenkins stood firm in her resolution. “Tomorrow, you should discuss with Simon Howard and formulate a plan. We can’t wait any longer. I have a premonition. She will pester again tomorrow.”
“It’s late, let’s rest for now and discuss tomorrow. You have to behave yourself and not act on your own discretion.”
“Understood.”
Daniel Marshall embraced Olivia from behind, sending a soft kiss to her ear. He whispered, “Wife, are you mad at ?” Olivia shook her head, “Don’t make assumptions.”
“Won love to say one thing but an another!”
Olivia pushed away Daniel’s hand, leaving his comforting embrace to put her laptop away.
She looked back at Daniel sitting on the bed, “Not all won are like that. Though… I am upset that you won’t let act on my own.”
Daniel faintly smiled- a smile that wasn’t really a smile.
Olivia pressed her lips together and turned away from his gaze. “You’re the one who said it’s bedti, I’m going to brush my teeth.”
“Wife, I’m afraid to lose you!”
Olivia’s heart was no longer joyful, but she still put on a sweet smile. “Husband, don’t worry, I won’t do anything foolish or put myself in danger.”
Daniel’s handso face looked earnest, his tone serious as he equalled his gaze with Olivia’s. Despite this, Olivia remained unmoved inside.
She kept her expectations low, was no longer naive, never lost herself, and held no extravagant hopes. No matter what happened, she who knew herself would not be hurt or feel heartbroken. There wouldn’t be any disappointnt either.
To ease Daniel’s doubts, Olivia walked back to him, cupped his face in her hands, and gave him a soft kiss.
Suddenly, Daniel pulled her into a tight embrace.
Olivia also held onto Daniel as if comforting him.
Life is a drama, and all depends on your acting skills. Sotis, Olivia admired herself for being such a perfect Mrs. Marshall in front of everyone and behind closed doors.
Bella Thompson sobbingly walked into her son’s hospital room.
In front of Michael Marshall, Bella sobbed heartbrokenly, attention-grabbing in her despair.
Michael found Bella’s crying annoying, yet it softened his heart.
Bella had no ho to return to, her son was injured and was about to undergo surgery. Their situation was miserable enough, and the punishnt had been enough. Michael’s heart ached within him.
“Okay, Bella, stop crying. Let Matthew rest for a while.”
Bella used this opportunity to hold onto Michael, crying in his arms, “The doctor said it’s a concussion. Matthew ntioned a headache, dizziness, and a desire to vomit… I’m so worried about our son. I’d rather be the one injured, I’d rather I was the one who fell down the stairs. Even if it costs my life, as long as my son is healthy.”
After hesitating, Michael embraced Bella, gently comforting her.
Michael wiped Bella’s tears away, “That’s enough, your face is going blotchy from the crying. If our son sees, he’ll laugh at you. Don’t worry, Matthew will be fine. After the surgery, so rest and recovery will do.”
Bella sniffed a few tis before speaking pitifully, “When Matthew is discharged, I won’t be able to see him. I’ll constantly worry about him. Michael, please let him co back to the Thompson family. No matter how many or how good the servants are, nothing beats the care of a mother to make Matthew feel secure!”
Suddenly, Matthew threw up, and Bella rushed to his bedside to take care of him.
Seeing how attentive Bella was, Michael made his decision to let Bella co back ho..
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