Chapter 11

When Milani regained her composure, her expression

instantly turned into a look of disdain. She did not

believe for a second that Emmanuel already had a

wife. Laughing off the idea, she remarked, “You must’ve

gotten the money from loan sharks. Now, you want to

rub it in my face. That’s why you’re spouting such lies.

What a joke!”

I was at Emmanuel’s house just yesterday, and it sure

didn’t seem as though he had a wife. If he does, why

would he still go on a blind date with me? Does he not

care that he’d be committing bigamy?

Seeing that she doubted him, Frederick started

panicking.

Emmanuel had to go over and tug on his arm. Saving

his mother is the most pressing matter on hand. Why

does he care what nonsense this woman is saying?

Upon noticing Emmanuel, Milani did not attempt to

hide her sneer. “Emmanuel, I heard you have a wife.

Who’d be willing to marry you? Why don’t you send me

a photo of her so I can see what she looks like?”

Naturally, he was not about to send Milani a photo of

Mackenzie just to embarrass her. Firstly, I don’t have

Mackenzie’s photo. Secondly, this woman still wouldn’t

believe me even if I had one to show her. And thirdly,

Mackenzie isn’t really my wife, so what’s there to brag

about?

Hence, he remained silent while pulling Frederick

toward the operating room. After all, the most

important thing they had to do now was to urge the

hospital to operate as soon as possible.

It only amused her further that he dared not utter a

retort. “Hmph! You two are just a couple of broke losers,

stubbornly trying to cling to your pride and dignity!”

After getting off work that evening, Emmanuel headed

home. He still rode an electric scooter as he had no

money to buy a car.

During the journey back, he kept thinking about

Frederick. We’ve managed to schedule the operation,

but I’m afraid it’ll take Frederick years to return the

money. He can take his time paying off the sixty

thousand from Mom. As for Mackenzie, however, who

knows how she’ll take it if I delay returning the two

hundred thousand I borrowed from her for years?

He was so preoccupied with his thoughts that he

accidentally rammed into the front of a Bentley while

turning a corner.

Bang!

the ground, and when he looked up, his

expensive car!

of the Bentley

a grim expression. In an icy tone, he asked,

are you all right?”

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his

the others at

had not slowed down at

was that the

not help worrying

cameras. If he can’t get

police will likely rule

they get here. And if this

as far as to

a hefty

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in mind, the

his anger, fearing

annoyed and pretend to be

right! So sorry about that!” Emmanuel

his feet. Although his calf was

insisting

he had

the corner,

knew it would not be

Hence, he quickly limped off

scooter

had left, Mackenzie finally emerged

furrowed her brows while

earth

around so distractedly?

himself killed?

man who had just

her husband, the

need to

no big deal. Take the car

paint touched up. I’ll walk the rest

the driver was stunned. Then,

and said, “Very well, Ms.

puzzled. This

something like

thoroughly

connections and capabilities,

for her to make

for their mistake.

guy off the hook

Mackenzie arrived home,

to

calf.

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a chunk of his flesh to get

was a bloody mess. Even so,

flinch while applying the

this guy even feel any pain?

what had

and slowly walked

happened to you?”

startled. Then,

nothing. I accidentally hit a

on my way back.”

looks like a bad accident. How much did you

to compensate you?”

still tugging at

me? I was the one not

I should be counting my

and demand I pay for

damage,” he admitted frankly.

smile widened slightly. So, he

he was,

Emmanuel had launched into an angry tirade

the blame,

she

lies, then

for the damages.

anger subsided

for the incident. She

on her own accord

injuries.

heart raced as he gazed

up close and caught a whiff of the

her body. Is she

from heaven?

Te

moment later, however, she stretched out

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