Reborn on Wedding Night: Flirting the Cold Bigshot into Blushes Chapter 388: At Least No More Forcing

Basil Smith looked at Julius Shaw with a complex expression, observing the second young master who now seed like a normal person.

The current second young master was different from the one who lost control back then, no longer attacking people indiscriminately.

He was still full of malice, but as long as others didn’t provoke or approach him, he could pretend not to see them.

After Young Madam returned, the eldest young master occasionally behaved strangely. Before she ca back to Riverwood City, after five years of silence, he once ordered to find her and even intended to apply so pressure on the Allen family.

At that ti, Basil found it odd. How could the eldest young master, filled with guilt and avoidance towards Young Madam, pressure the Allen family?

Now Basil had figured it out: the second young master had appeared so ti ago.

He appeared without the eldest young master being injured!

Basil said seriously, "I want to ask you, now that you’re controlling the body, what about the eldest young master? Will he only appear when you’re injured in the future?"

This was the worst-case scenario Basil imagined based on recent events in the Imperial Garden.

All these days, without any injury, the personality in charge had always been the second young master, who even did many threatening things to Young Madam.

Basil felt that if the eldest young master was still conscious and could fight for control of the body, he would never allow the second young master to do such things.

So he guessed that it might take so special trigger for the eldest young master to appear.

Julius Shaw suddenly laughed, a sinister smile full of hostility, and said word by word, "Sorry, you’re wrong. Whether I’m injured or not, Godfery Shaw will not appear again."

Basil’s expression changed: "Impossible, the eldest young master won’t disappear!"

How could the eldest young master leave Young Madam and disappear?

Julius Shaw’s expression beca wild and malevolent, full of malice, "Well, you can wait and see."

Julius Shaw now very much rejected hearing about Godfery Shaw.

Everyone ntioned Godfery Shaw, wanting him to appear, and Nancy Allen only liked Godfery Shaw.

But what about him?

Why didn’t Godfery Shaw simply die back then, instead of creating an antagonistic personality like him!

Seeing Julius Shaw’s reaction, Basil montarily froze.

Could it be that the eldest young master really won’t appear?

No, that’s impossible!

The eldest young master has an obsession, and Young Madam is it. As long as she is here, he will co back.

Basil composed himself and calmly said, "Second young master, you misunderstood. For us, whether it’s you or the eldest young master, you’re essentially the sa person. We have no opinion on who it is; now I only want to discuss matters concerning Young Madam with you."

At the ntion of Nancy, Julius Shaw seed as if he was doused with a bucket of cold water, the burning malice instantly extinguished.

He didn’t care about others regarding his malice, but he should not harm Nancy.

For him, Nancy was the only pure land in a hell filled with devastation, sothing to protect and hold on to.

Julius Shaw’s voice lowered: "I know what you want to say, respect her wishes, right? But her wish is to abandon ! Her wish is to stay away from !"

"Second young master, liking is possessing and plundering to make oneself happy; love is doing everything possible for her peace and happiness."

"No! I can’t let her go."

Letting her go, he would die.

Basil seriously said, "If you can’t let her go, then at least don’t force her anymore."

Julius Shaw fell silent, as if in thought, and after a long ti, he nodded.

Basil breathed a sigh of relief, this was exactly what he wanted.

The second young master could no longer pressure Young Madam.

After the conversation, Basil left the study.

Julius Shaw stayed in the study until nightfall before coming out, his face sullen.

He instinctively went to Nancy’s side, pushed open the door, and looked in.

At the sight of him, Nancy began to scream, struggling so much that she scratched Emma Lewis.

Emma Lewis glared viciously at Julius Shaw, lowering her voice quickly, "Get out now. It took a lot to calm her down, and if you provoke her again, I’ll really beat you to death, you bastard!"

Nancy’s fear was like a sharp blade stabbing into Julius Shaw’s heart, freezing his feet in place.

He couldn’t press her anymore.

She would really die...

Julius Shaw retreated a few steps in trepidation, moving out of Nancy’s line of sight, and her screams ceased.

Emma Lewis snorted coldly.

After Julius Shaw left, Emma tried to persuade Nancy to eat sothing.

Previously, Nancy had a stomach hemorrhage and couldn’t eat. Now that she could, she had been repeatedly falling asleep without eating, unable to sustain herself on just IV fluids for much longer.

Her face had beco visibly thinner, as frail as if a breeze could blow her away.

Emma originally had a good conversation with Nancy, who also agreed, but when Emma had soone bring over the millet porridge, Nancy’s eyes turned fearful again, as if seeing sothing terrifying.

At that mont, Emma regretted not hitting Julius Shaw harder.

She was scared of the bowl.

That bastard drove the usually calm Nancy to this state.

Emma quickly said, "Sorry, sorry, we won’t use a bowl. I’ll have it taken away imdiately."

Emma imdiately had the bowl replaced with a cartoon cup to hold the millet porridge.

This ti, Nancy was not as frightened.

Emma scooped a spoonful of millet porridge and brought it to Nancy’s lips.

Nancy’s expression seed hesitant; she looked earnestly at Emma’s face, and after a while, she opened her mouth.

After swallowing a mouthful of porridge, her expression beca a bit uncomfortable.

As if she wanted to vomit but didn’t dare to.

Emma gently patted Nancy’s back, soothing her with imnse sadness: "It’s okay, don’t be afraid, everything will be fine from now on."

But after just three spoonfuls, Nancy vomited, unable to control it.

Her face turned pale, like a flower about to wither.

Emma was shocked: "Nancy, what’s wrong? You just had a few bites, how co you’re vomiting?"

Nancy instinctively apologized in panic: "I’m sorry, I didn’t an to vomit, I won’t do it again."

Emma realized her voice was too loud, quickly lowering it: "Sorry, sorry, I’m not forcing you. If you vomit, you vomit, it’s okay."

Nancy seed drained of energy, and after vomiting, she lost her spirit even when speaking a few words, no longer eating, and drowsily fell back to sleep.

Emma cleaned up the room, her face unpleasant as she left.

Ian Bailey and Basil were discussing Nancy’s upcoming treatnt in the living room.

Ian Bailey’s expression was serious: "Currently, her life is not in danger, just ensure that there’s no more stimulation, and she should gradually recover. Mostly, it’s a ntal issue, and we aren’t skilled in that area. I’ve contacted a friend who will co over tomorrow."

Basil assured, "I will have people watch over the Young Madam around the clock, preventing any harm or stimulation. Emma’s uncle is an expert in this area too; he discussed Young Madam’s stress disorder back then and has already been invited by Emma to co."

Ian Bailey nodded: "Then there should be no problem."

Emma ca downstairs, and upon hearing this, she snapped irritably: "No problem? She can’t even eat now; just a few bites and she vomits. How can you call this no problem? How the hell is that no problem?"