Mr. Kane Got Blacklisted

Stella quipped.

Keegan chuckled, “Worried you’ll go soft, huh? Seems I was overthinking.”

Stella said, “I was indeed feeling a bit soft, but something just happened that made me very uncomfortable.”

She briefly mentioned Larry kneeling down, “I wasn’t that angry before. But when I saw him kneeling outside, my temper flared up instantly. With so many people watching, I felt like he was pressuring me, so I took the opportunity to reassign him.”

Sighing, she continued, “Actually, on the way here, I felt a bit guilty. I wondered if I was being too harsh. He’s currently short of money to get a cochlear implant for his son. His new position will surely pay less than before.”

Keegan patted her hand. “A cochlear implant is just an assistive device; it’s not a matter of life and death. If he wants to get one for his son, there’s no rush for it. But going behind your back to take on a side job, I find that hard to justify.”

Stella blinked, asking softly, “Do you think he’s lying?”

Keegan shook his head. “I’m not sure. But someone who readily kneels down, easily sacrificing dignity, must value something more than dignity. Reassigning him is the best option. Having him close to you makes me uneasy,” he said, holding her hand, whispering, “Don’t be soft-hearted.

When you are, I get anxious.”

like I owe him a favor. There are two disabled people in his family, and I can’t help but feel sorry for them. Who

out, “You’re

quickly added,” Wasn’t I deceived by his gentle appearance? Who would’ve thought he was so calculating? If it weren’t for him provoking you, why would you have foolishly gone horse riding with him and ended up dislocating your arm? You don’t know how upset I was for days after you told me

Keegan was speechless.

about to say something when Stella

me the burn on his arm. You know how I can’t help but donate when I see someone injured online. When it’s someone close to

even more

manage to say all of his lines? What was he supposed to

a legitimate husband, show some dignity? Why do you act like a manstress, full of anxiety

twitched, asking nonchalantly, “What’s the demeanor of a

queen in palace dramas,”

alive and let

couldn’t

always reading? Can’t

can such a small one understand?” Stella said, then

startled. “What’s