Cherished By Seven Sisters

Chapter 39 Broken Arm

Caylic froze momentarily and smiled. “Mister, I don’t think that’s a sickness. You’re merely a lustful man. I suggest you go home and take a cold shower to see if you’ll feel better.”

Emrys was clearly flirting with Caylie.

If Emrys were to do that to another woman, that woman would surely call Emrys a pervert and deliver a tight slap across his face.

However, Caylie was still able to respond patiently and gently.

Needless to say, that sort of attitude could easily be taken advantage of

Emrys couldn’t bear to tease Caylie again, so he called Cordelia on the phone. Not only did he want to tell Cordelia he was okay, but he also wanted Cordelia to help him reveal his identity to Caylic. I don’t want to have to reveal my birthmark again to prove my identity.

When Caylie found out about it, she dropped the phone and started tearing up. No wonder he looks familiar! I wasn’t imagining it!

The two then embraced each other, and Emrys couldn’t help talking about the good old days.

Emrys recalled the past and said, “Caylie, do you still remember us competing to see who could pee the furthest back then? You ended up wetting your shoes, and Mr. Olman scolded you You ignored me for a few days straight after that!”

Caylic didn’t expect Emrys to still remember that incident. While blushing, she refuted, “Nonsense! That was Delia.”

the phone! How dare you slander me? I’m

Cordelia’s cold voice was heard through

was going on. She was overwhelmed with emotions moments earlier, and she forgot to end the call. “Oh! I think I remember wrongly. That was probably

the phone and hung up without giving Cordelia the chance to say anything

working in Crounga while investigating the kidnapping of King Jupp would feel if she were to

chatting. All of a sudden, a man in his early twenties rushed into

here? Please have a look at my father’s arm! His arm

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Chapter 39 Broken Arm

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heavily when

left arm seemed contorted,

I’m on shift today. I’ll try to see if I

grew anxious. “No. No. I don’t trust female doctors for this. I want Dr.

of general health problems, the gender of the doctor wouldn’t make too much of a difference. In terms of bone injuries, however, things weren’t as simple. The doctor would need to be strong enough to realign the bones,

to

the young man to not trust