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!

impact sent him tumbling to the ground, and when he looked up, his

expensive car!

driver of the Bentley stepped out

an icy tone, he asked,

are you all right?”

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had sounded his

others at the intersection.

slowed down

saw it was that the accident was

could not help worrying

If

rule the car liable for

get here. And

he might go as far as to

for a hefty

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mind, the driver dared

Emmanuel despite his anger,

get annoyed and pretend to

right! So sorry

Although

kept insisting

was well aware he had caused

the corner, and if

he knew it would not

Hence, he quickly limped

scooter

Mackenzie finally

furrowed her brows while watching

earth was he

drive around so distractedly?

himself killed?

man

husband,

need to call the

for that. It’s no big deal. Take

walk

moment, the driver was stunned. Then,

and said, “Very well,

was puzzled.

like

thoroughly investigated

her connections and capabilities, it

make the other

mistake. This time,

guy off

home, she

the medical kit to treat the injuries on

calf.

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a chunk

was a bloody mess. Even

while applying the

guy even feel any

had happened, she

slowly walked over

happened to you?”

was momentarily startled. Then, he

nothing. I accidentally hit

on my way back.”

bad accident. How

compensate you?” she asked,

tugging

the one

road. I should be counting my lucky stars

didn’t arrest me and demand I pay for

damage,” he admitted frankly.

her smile widened slightly. So, he does

he was,

launched into an angry tirade

blame, she would

she would have

lies, then made

for the damages.

anger subsided

responsibility for the

her own accord

injuries.

as he gazed

caught a whiff of the

her body. Is

from heaven?

Te

later, however, she stretched

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