Medical Genius's Unspeakable Marriage

Ed was anxious. “Mr. Atkinson, we talked about this before and you all agreed back then. Why did you go back on your words?”

At this moment, another woman walked to the door. “Why are you wasting your time talking with him? Ed, you came at the right time and saved us a trip. Please go back. There’ll be no wedding tomorrow!”

This woman was Laura, Wendy’s sister.

Ed’s expression changed sharply. “Why? We’ve already talked about this, and my house is all set up. Why aren’t we getting married tomorrow?”

Ed’s face turned pale as he gritted his teeth, “Even if we don’t get married, I-I still have to know why. Ask Wendy to come out and I will ask her personally!”

to ask her because this is the conclusion of our family’s discussion. Do you want to know why? Fine! Let me tell you this. We are sisters, but when I got married, my husband came to pick me up in a Porsche,

BMW, but his cousin had gotten him a Volkswagen Passat. It was not comparable to Laura’s husband’s car

got married, my husband rented the entire Heavens Hotel and hosted more than one hundred tables, while you just hired a few rural women to host dinner at home. The guests don’t even have

rural house that your family rented. My husband is the son of the village chief, and he runs a contracting company that makes millions a year. What about you? With two sick people, your dad has to work on the construction site to buy medicine. My sister has to work to support you, let alone receive any

like an awl,

clenched his hands, his nails digging

a long silence, he nodded slowly.

Let me tell you, the son of the director, who works at the factory my dad is working at, has fallen in love with my sister. They’re well-matched in social and economic status for marriage, and their marriage also helps my dad’s future. Ed, you know how bad your situation