When she went upstairs, Paul Johnson put almost all his weight on her shoulders, and even then he stumbled and nearly fell several times.
“Just lie down while I get the medicine cabinet!”
Marisa Darcyscrambled out the door and rummaged through the boxes to find a medicine cabinet, only to find Paul Johnson unconscious when she returned to his room.
The white sheets were stained red, his eyes were closed, and if it weren’t for his ragged nostrils from the pain, he would have looked dead.
Marisa Darcycalled the family doctor with a shaking hand, her voice choked with emotion.
The good news is that Paul Johnson’s wounds were external and, although gruesome, not life-threatening. The family doctor dressed the wound, and the maid quickly brought a basin and towels to clean up his blood.
Reason told her that Paul Johnson is just a servant, bleeding and injured is normal, she must not be soft. But her body was not in control at all.
She took the towel, instructed the maid to leave, and in the bedroom, which smelled faintly of blood, she carefully wiped the blood around Paul Johnson’s wound, pausing when she saw him frowning, and then continued with her previous actions in a gentle and reassuring voice.
After working late into the night, she finally couldn’t hold on to her exhaustion and fell asleep on the edge of the bed.
The next morning, Paul Johnson woke up earlier than she did. She rubbed her sore neck and sat up when she noticed a warm and affectionate gaze.
“You’re awake, how do you feel…?” After last night, it was as if something had become different between They, a change Marisa Darcydidn’t hate but felt awkward about.
Paul Johnson thoughtfully withdrew his eyes and coughed dryly a few times, his wounds tugged painfully.
“Want some water?” Marisa Darcyfumbled to the table to get a glass of water, then set it down again, “There’s hot milk in the kitchen, better drink that, it’s good for you.”
“Don’t be busy.”
Paul Johnson curled his lips weakly and motioned for her to sit down and rest: “Did you get scared yesterday?”
Marisa Darcydidn’t answer, but asked, “You went to help me get revenge?”
There was nothing to hide, Paul Johnson nodded frankly, and wanted to advise Marisa Darcynot to blame herself, but found her face gradually grimacing, filled with indignation.
“You were injured by that man, and the reason I befriended that man was to punish Emma Rosy, so Emma Rosy is the culprit!”
She gritted her teeth and said these words, Paul Johnson heard it, obviously felt ridiculous, but did not intend to argue with her.
The hatred for Emma Rosy had turned her into a madman, and in her perception, the concept of right and wrong had long ceased to exist.
It was only when she said she wanted to seek revenge on Emma Rosy that Paul Johnson had to advise, “I can’t protect you now, don’t mess with the Wright Family.”
“Even if I can’t touch her, I can pick on someone close to her and give her a taste of guilt too!”
“Miss!” Paul Johnson raised his voice, the gauze on his chest faintly oozing blood: “If you insist, I’ll go with you.”
Seeing his wound crumble, Marisa Darcyfinally found some sense.
Anxious and exasperated, she reapplied the dressing and had to verbally show weakness: “I promise not to go to Emma Rosy, so drink the milk.”
Paul Johnson furrowed his eyebrows and looked at her with suspicion.
“What, am I going to lie to you?” Marisa Darcysnapped, but there was no trace of anger on her face.
At this, Paul Johnson finally took the milk and drank it.
Knowing that he doesn’t like dairy products, Marisa Darcyglared at him with disgust: “Come on, lie down and rest, I’m here, I’m not going anywhere.”
Paul Johnson believes it and lies down and soon falls into a deep sleep while Marisa Darcyputs the glass of milk with the sleeping pill mix on the nightstand, curls her lips at him and walks quickly out the door.
Inside the dessert store, Keira huddles in a bench, refusing to take another step.
Emma Rosy stood helplessly at the table with her arms crossed.
After a long morning of playing, the little one was indeed tired. Looking around and seeing no danger, Emma Rosy finally relented: “Okay, you stay here and rest while mommy goes to the queue.”
After taking a step, she came back with an uneasy feeling: “Remember, don’t run around, Joe’s dad will be here soon, so be good and wait for him.”
“Oh, I know!” The little one is full of impatience.
Outside the floor-to-ceiling window, Marisa Miller, who had been following They for a long time, finally got her chance.
She put on her hat and sunglasses and dashed into the store, pretending not to notice as she walked over to Keira’s seat and was about to reach for it when her arm was clutched.
When she looked up, Joe Wright was scrutinizing her with a furrowed brow.
“What are you doing here?” Joe Wright glanced at Keira and his face grew darker: “Tell me what you’re up to!”
During the standoff, a diner passed by with a tray of food, and she shook her hand off his restraint and scurried away.
Joe Wright took a few steps after her, ran to the door, and then suddenly stopped in his tracks.
Keira and Emma are still inside, and in case Marisa Darcyuses a diversionary tactic, he must stay behind rather than let her escape.
On the other hand, Marisa Miller, who had managed to escape, had just crossed the street when she was grabbed by two men in black and stuffed into a car.
Back at the villa, she rushes into the study and confronts Matthew Miller: “Who are you to bring me back?
Matthew Miller, who had just lost a partnership with the company, was upset and snapped at her, “How many times have I told you that the Wright Family is not to be trifled with?”
Even if the Miller Family is not as powerful as the Wright Family, so what? Competition in the business world is never based on power alone, but also on strategy!
If not for the help of Joe Wright and others, Emma Rosy would not even be her opponent. Now she wants to fight Emma Rosy with a real gun, why not!
“What you dare not do, I dare. And I will drag Emma Rosy to hell with me even if I die!”
Crazy, really crazy, Matthew Miller could not understand why his daughter had become like this.
Since he couldn’t persuade her, he had to use coercion.
Matthew Miller called the bodyguard outside the door, “Take the young lady to her room, and don’t let her leave without my permission.”
At this, Marisa Darcywas furious and jumped to her feet, “You’re a prisoner, you have no right to do this!”
Seeing the futility of resistance, Marisa Darcyquickly came up with a new solution: “Fine, you can lock me up, I won’t eat or drink, even if I die, I won’t suffer this insult!
Marisa Miller’s temper, Matthew Miller still understand, since she dares to say, will definitely do it.
Thinking for a moment, Matthew Miller raised his hand to stop the bodyguard and said in a deep voice: “If you want freedom, Dad can give it to you, but you must live abroad for a while. You can do whatever you want abroad.”