The Lawyer’s Romance in Law

Chapter 246 Please Help Mr Winters With the Dressing

After seeing the unquestioning look in her father’s eyes, Stephanie finally breathed a sigh of relief.

“Don’t worry, Stephanie,” said Jack, patting his daughter’s shoulder. “I will watch over him for you. I will only give him what he wants when he wholeheartedly loves you, or he can forget about getting anything.” I’ve deceived him, right? Phew… Stephanie couldn’t help breathing a sigh of relief inwardly while appearing impatient. “Do you really think this will work, Dad? Even if you can control him for a while, can you control him forever? Are you going to wait until he’s old to give him what he wants? Do you think he has that patience? If you fulfill the promise after we get married, do you think we can stop him from keeping other women outside?”

It would be perfect if she could persuade her father to call off the engagement.

At that, Jack pondered for a long time before he slowly said, “Just focus on preparing for the engagement. ceremony. Leave the rest to me. Elias Winters must become my son-in-law. He has no choice. The Winters Family now depends solely on him. With such a large family business, he needs assistance. As such, he won’t dare betray us for the next ten years at least.”

Stephanie was somewhat speechless. She couldn’t figure out why her father was so persistent.

Suddenly, she thought of Crisp, who was still living in that dark, cold, abandoned factory. She wondered what would happen at the end of the month. If Crisp could hold on, would Elias be able to fulfill his promise?

Amanda felt an inexplicable ball of rage surging within her after returning home. I swear, the Allegra father and daughter were deliberately finding faults and embarrassing me!

She believed that Stephanie said those things just to test her, wanting to see if she and Elias had really ended things.

If that was the case, Amanda would be even angrier. It was simply unfathomable.

Fed up with Stephanie’s unwarranted harassment, she grabbed her phone and told Elias to keep his fiancée in check. However, at the thought that he might still be suffering in the hospital right then, she put the phone down.

It was sulfuric acid, after all. His entire back was covered in wounds. How could it not hurt?! I wonder what he’ll do with Grace and if she’ll continue to pop up in the future…

Little did she know that at this very moment, Elias wasn’t recovering in the hospital at all. He was in the company, attending a high-level meeting.

After a three-hour-long meeting, Elias returned to his office at Winters Enterprise.

forcefully for three hours straight, unable to lean back in the chair, his

said, looking at the pile of ointment and disinfectant, feeling

getting scolded.

shirt before saying curtly. “It’s already too late. You

was asking the impossible of him. He’d

already shirtless, sitting on the side, and

wounds on his back, which were truly distressing. His boss sure had paid a heavy price for saving the damsel

was starting to

away.” Yacob picked up the disinfectant and cotton

door was pushed open, and Natasha entered, only to be stumped by

up his shirt and put it on. He disregarded the pain from his wounds, frowning as he buttoned his shirt up. “Do

Mr. Winters. There’s an urgent document that, requires your signature, and

around to leave, but Elias said impatiently, “Forget about it. Give it to

could only give Elias the document. Then, he picked

strokes.

sorry, Mr. Winters. I’ll make stire to knock next time,” said Natasha, preparing to leave with

said, “Miss Knox, please wait. Um, can you help Mr. Winters with the medicine? An uncouth man like me

Natasha and left without looking back, for he didn’t dare look at Elias’ expression. He wouldn’t doubt it looked ugly. However, he really couldn’t handle a task like applying. medicine. He’d accept it even if

door closed, leaving only Natasha and

seeing blood stains on Elias’ back

talk about it to anyone, or you can say goodbye

cold.

when he had long instructed HR

acknowledgment. “Let me dress your wound, Mr. Elias. I promise