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!

when he looked up, his

expensive car!

driver of the Bentley stepped out of the

expression. In an icy tone, he asked,

are you all right?”

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his horn just before

at

down at all. Hence,

was that the

not help worrying as

surveillance cameras. If

likely rule the car liable

here. And if this guy

he might go as

a hefty sum of

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in mind, the driver

Emmanuel despite his anger,

get annoyed and pretend

right! So sorry about that!”

his feet. Although his calf was

insisting he

he had

down at the corner, and if

compensation, he knew it would not

he quickly limped off

scooter after

Mackenzie finally

She furrowed her brows while

away. What on earth was he doing?

around so distractedly? Is he trying to

himself killed?

that the man who had just collided

was her husband, the driver

to

big deal. Take the

up. I’ll walk

a moment, the driver was stunned. Then,

said, “Very well, Ms.

was puzzled. This

car. Had something like this occurred in

thoroughly

connections and capabilities,

to make the other

mistake.

off the

arrived home,

kit to treat the

calf.

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chunk

a

while

feel any pain?

well what had happened,

and slowly walked

happened to you?”

momentarily startled. Then,

nothing. I accidentally

on my way back.”

bad accident. How much

compensate

still tugging at her

the one not

should be

arrest me and demand

damage,” he admitted frankly.

widened

he was, does

had launched into an angry tirade

blame, she would have flown

she would have revealed her

his lies, then

for the damages.

her anger subsided when

responsibility for the incident.

own accord

injuries.

as he gazed at her

up close and caught a whiff of

her body. Is she an

from heaven?

Te

however, she stretched out a

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