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!

him tumbling to the ground, and when he looked

expensive car!

the Bentley

an icy tone, he asked,

are you all right?”

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sounded his

others at the intersection.

slowed down at all.

saw it was that the accident was Emmanuel’s

not help worrying as

If he

will likely rule the car

get here.

as far as

for a hefty sum of

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in mind, the driver dared

his anger, fearing the

and pretend to be

So sorry about that!” Emmanuel

Although

insisting he was

was well aware he had caused the accident by

corner, and if

knew it would not be

Hence, he quickly

scooter after

he had left, Mackenzie finally emerged

She furrowed her brows

away. What on earth was

so distractedly? Is

himself killed?

that the man who had just

husband, the driver

we need to call

big

walk the rest of

a moment, the driver was stunned.

said, “Very well, Ms.

puzzled. This Bentley is

car. Had something like this occurred

she would’ve thoroughly

connections and

her to make

their mistake.

that guy off the hook just like

Mackenzie arrived home, she saw

the medical kit to treat the

calf.

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caused a chunk of his

and the wound was a bloody

while

this guy even feel any pain? Although

had

walked

happened to you?”

startled. Then, he smiled

it’s nothing. I accidentally

on my way back.”

like a bad accident. How

person to compensate

tugging at

the one

I should be counting

arrest me and

damage,” he admitted frankly.

her smile widened slightly. So,

careless he was,

into an

all the blame, she

rage. In fact, she

lies, then made him cough up

for the damages.

subsided when she

for the incident.

her own

injuries.

as he gazed

caught a whiff of

from her body. Is she

from heaven?

Te

moment later, however, she stretched

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