The Guardian’s Sword by Talking Cigarette

Chapter 501

“I still believe he won’t lie to me about it.”

Willow withdrew her gaze and got up slowly.

However, it would have been better if Willow had not said so, and Fion’s disdain only intensified when she did.

“Even if I believed what you said earlier, I would not believe this.

“For two years, how many doctors have you taken him to, and how much money have you spent on his medicine? You even bought a lot of imported drugs, right?

“You’ve been spending all your salary on him, yet he hasn’t gotten any better.

“Jeez. You believe everything he says. I’ll tell you the truth. He can forget about ever getting up again.”

Fion folded her arms in front of her, her voice full of disdain and her heart full of disbelief.

“It doesn’t matter if you don’t believe him.

“Anyone can disbelieve him, but…

“I believe him! And that’s good enough.

“It’s enough for him too.”

Willow glanced at Fion and slowly left the living room.

“Hmph! I’ll see how long he can fool you.”

Fion snorted coldly and stepped into her bedroom too.

At the same time.

In a first–class hotel room.

Quill sat in a chair while two doctors tended to his facial injuries.

head trauma, but the whole face was swollen and

remained silent as he clenched

two hotel doctors, who quickly

hotel was the Zimmer family’s property. They dared not offend the heir,

“Speak!

me one reason

and kicked a young man

was the young man with the scorpion tattoo, who had led the

that

tattooed young man sat on his haunches, not

“I know that!

have asked you to bring dozens of men

be the one in the hospital right

let him come home

me what’s

angrier as he spoke, Quill kicked the tattooed

man covered his head with his hands and let Quill take out his fury on

dared not put

nearly three minutes and only slowly stopped once

anger in his heart remained

was already in the bag. Quill was pretty sure Sean would end up in the

he dared to walk into

not only was Sean unhurt, he beat

could Quill swallow

“Speak! Tell me!”

a chair, his chest

isn’t only a martial artist,

can fight

up slowly but still dared not stand as

he

you trying

nearly forty men over

a chill in Quill’s eyes. He did not even believe himself