Bailey nodded and said while wearing a faint smile, “I know. Choosing Artemis will mean selecting an obstacle-filled path, which contradicts my initial intention. Please allow me some time to handle my relationship with Artemis.”

Edmund gazed at her without saying a word. He remained silent for some time before uttering, “You are a rational person, so I believe you will make the right decision. It's getting late now. You should go up and get some rest. I need to go back too.”

She pursed her lips before sounding him out. “Old Mr. Chivers did not announce our marriage during the banquet, right?”

A bitter smile spread across his face as he chuckled. “I managed to convince him not to. Bay, I would never reveal any information about our marriage without receiving your consent.”

Bailey reached out to grab Edmund's hand and led him toward the parking lot. “Thank you very much. You must be exhausted from taking care of Old Mr. Chivers all this while. Quickly go back and get rested. Don't worry. This matter will significantly affect a few people's lives, so I will consider it thoroughly and make an informed decision.”

“Okay.”

Bailey began focusing on researching new medications after Artemis helped her establish the required connections with the pharmaceutical factory.

Half a month swiftly passed by. She obtained remarkable breakthroughs in the development of her anticancer medication. However, she was still one step shy of success as she needed to wait for the long process of clinical trials.

During that period, Bailey had visited the prison a few times. Whenever she spent some alone time with Jessica, she would try using hypnosis to uncover the latter's deleted memories, but all her effort was in vain.

Initially, Bailey wanted to invent a kind of medication that could stimulate the brain's nervous system to aid Jessica in recollecting her lost memories. However, Bailey received a phone call from Eve.

Eve said to Bailey, “Bailey, I heard about what happened to Jessica, and I also know that you are providing her with treatments to try and recover her lost memories. I beg you. Please do not pursue this matter further. I'm afraid Jessica will lose her life in the end. I'm worried that someone will do away with her.”

After a thorough contemplation, Bailey agreed to Eve's plea.

Bailey was confident about dealing with Rhonda using other methods. She did not have to rely solely on the dirt Jessica had on Rhonda.

“All right. I have to do you this favor since you so rarely asked something of me, Eve. Jessica is imprisoned because of me, and I think she has been sufficiently punished after receiving the penalty she deserved.”

“Thank you, Bailey. Remember to pay Master Gadzinski a visit when you're free.”

“Okay.”

Meanwhile, inside one of the Luther residence's bedrooms, Maxton was lying on his bed, talking on the phone with Zayron.

“Idiot, I told you to investigate Rhonda previously, so what is your progress on the search? Is there an affair between her and Cadence?”

Zayron's mocking laughter sounded from the phone's speaker. “How should I investigate if she has not left the Luther residence in the past two weeks? You must have it rough having to pretend as a fool, but it is such a pity that your effort is all for naught.”

The veins on Maxton's forehead throbbed as he clenched his jaw furiously.

“Zayron, you'd better pray we do not meet with one another. Otherwise, I'll show you the consequences of making fun of me.”

Beep. Beep. Beep.

Listening to the beeping tone that indicated Zayron had hung up the call, Maxton's body shook with fury.

He gritted his teeth, got down from the bed, and walked out of the room.

The two maids at the door hurriedly reached out to stop him when they saw Maxton leaving the room.

He hastily slipped through the gap between the maids and ran away.

“Mr. Maxton, where are you going? You are not allowed to leave the room.”

“Mr. Maxton, slow down. Careful not to trip.”

Maxton sprinted to the top of the staircase and coincidentally saw Felicity walking up the stairs. After steeling his resolution, he deliberately tripped on his own foot.

I'm willing to endure this temporary pain now than drag this excruciating experience of having to pretend as a fool further.

“Max!”

Felicity's hysterical cry rang from the top of the stairs.

She had just witnessed her precious grandson roll down the stairs and knock his head on the railing, resulting in a bloody cut the size of a bottle cap on his head.

When Artemis and Bailey walked through the door and saw that scene, they exchanged glances.

Artemis laughed in exasperation. “What a stupid boy. Is his brain filled with sh*t? How could he come up with such a ridiculous idea?”

Bailey was not as nonchalant as him. She hastened toward the bottom of the stairs and checked on Maxton's injury.

Felicity acted as if she had seen her savior when she saw Bailey. She grabbed the latter's arm and asked anxiously, “How is Max? Is he all right?”

Bailey said while wearing a frown, “There's a hole in his head. Do you think he's fine? Hurry up and send him to the infirmary. His life may be in danger if we delay his treatment further.”

Colors drained from Felicity's face instantaneously. Her legs turned to jelly, and she slumped to the ground.

Rhonda hurried over. When she saw Maxton lying in a pool of blood, she exclaimed gleefully in her heart. Did he fall to his death? I think he's dead, right? If he's not dead, how should the baby I'm carrying replace him as the family's heir?

“Max, Max. W-What happened to you? What's going on?”

Rhonda stretched out her hand in an attempt to hug Maxton as she wailed. She was planning on aggravating Maxton's existing wound in the hope of ending the boy's life.

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