If this had happened in the previous life, she would have definitely thrown down the bracelet on the spot and left. However, in this life, she’s not that foolish anymore.
Evelyn picked up her wine glass, took a sip of red wine, and glanced intentionally at the bracelet on Wendy’s wrist that had long lost its luster.
Wendy, who was once a dancer and not well-received by Old Mrs. Wilson, obtained this bracelet after three years of persistent effort. She believed it was worth millions, but when she had it appraised at a jewelry store, they generously valued it at a maximum of two hundred thousand, considering The Wilson family’s influence.
Everyone in The Wilson family knew this story.
So when Evelyn looked over, Wendy’s face turned dark.
“Honey, she… This little bitch dares to mock me.”
“You…”
As soon as Felix spoke, Evelyn fired back, “Did Uncle hallucinate or have hearing problems? I haven’t said a word, how did I mock that woman?”
“That woman? I am your Aunt,” Wendy glared, disliking when people denied her identity.
“Oh, so you’re Aunt?…” Evelyn suddenly realized, “But Aunt, you seem to have hearing problems at the age of fifty. I suggest you see a doctor as soon as possible. Don’t wait until you’re old and really can’t hear people mocking you.”
“You little bitch, what nonsense are you talking about?” Wendy felt like her lungs were about to explode. She was only thirty-eight, and she took good care of herself. How could she seem like she’s fifty?
Evelyn added fuel to the fire, “Oh, I’m sorry, I forgot. Considering Uncle’s shares in The Wilson family, the burden of medical expenses seems a bit heavy.”
“Here, Aunt’s bracelet is priceless. Sell it, and you should be able to cure your ears.”
At these words, both of them completely lost their minds.
Unwilling to engage with them any longer, Evelyn stood up, but her wrist was firmly grabbed.
Upon seeing Henry, Felix rushed over to complain, “Henry, you arrived just in time. Your wife…”
Henry suddenly turned around, his eyes filled with chilling coldness.
Felix staggered back, accidentally tripping over a chair and falling to the ground.
By the time Old Mr. Wilson arrived, Henry had already pulled Evelyn away.
“Dad, Henry is becoming more and more impolite…” Felix, as if catching a lifeline, was about to add fuel to the fire when he was suddenly kicked from behind.
As he turned around, he saw Old Mrs. Wilson with a dark face, staring at him with a disgusted look.
“Get up, you disgraceful thing.”
“Mom,” Felix stood up, pouting, “Henry is getting spoiled by you.”
“Shut up.”
“I think it’s good that Henry protects his wife, unlike some people…”
Old Mr. Wilson, leaning on his cane, mumbled, “What did I do that I didn’t protect you?”
…
Evelyn found herself inexplicably taken to the hospital, staring at Henry in confusion. “What’s wrong? Are you sick? Do you have a fever?”
She reached out to touch Henry’s forehead, but her hand was gripped by him.
Henry gritted his teeth, his voice as cold as frost, “Evelyn, What does it feel like to donate blood excessively?”
Evelyn froze, realizing that the blood donation incident had been discovered. She forced a smile. “No… No particular feeling, really… I’m fine. Don’t worry.”
She continued to glance at Henry’s forehead, “So, why we come here? Do you have a fever? It’s very late now, and Frank isn’t here. ”
Just as she was speaking, hurried footsteps approached from behind.
“What’s the rush?” Frank panted as he walked up to them, “I worked the night shift last night, barely got five minutes of sleep, and this guy summoned me back with series call. If it’s not an emergency, I demand compensation for mental distress.”
Evelyn quickly blinked, signaling him that the secret was out. Frank was puzzled, “Your eyes hurt? Come in, let me take a look.”
Henry pulled Evelyn closer. “Check-up.”
“A check-up? What are we checking?” Evelyn looked strong as an ox.
“Check if she is anemic.” Henry replied.
Frank hesitated, “I’ll need to draw blood.”
“No blood drawing,” Henry’s eyes seemed to want to kill him.
“If I don’t draw blood, how will I know if she’s anemic?” Frank’s mouth twitched: Was there anything more challenging in this world?
“You can use new technology.”
Frank blinked, “I’ve been in the hospital for so long and never heard of anyone bringing in that kind of new technology. Are you getting a check-up or not? If not, I’ll go back to sleep.”
Henry glanced at the two blood collection tubes in Frank’s hand and ordered, “One tube.”
“Fine, just one tube,” Frank, as if afraid that Henry would change his mind, quickly drew the blood and sent it for analysis.