The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Lindsey, who had a good ear, heard that Cary had been injured and ran back to the side yard before waiting for Bruce.

Dr. Hunter came over too, looking rather grave. “Lindsey, come and look at his hand, there’s no chance of recovery.”

“Good.” Lindsey went up and saw Cary lying in a hospital bed with numerous wounds of all sizes, his left hand, which was hooked up to an IV, was fine, his right hand looked miserable, with all five fingers almost misaligned.

The other side was intent on giving him a good time!

Bruce also entered at that moment and blamed himself when he saw Cary in such a state.

Yesterday, Cary had pretended to be him to distract his stalker, otherwise he wouldn’t have been injured.

“It’s not very serious.” Lindsey took Bruce’s hand in hers, her tone serious. “You and Dr. Hunter hold him down for me, the treatment will hurt too much for the average person to take.”

Bruce gritted the back groove of his teeth, barely suppressing his anger as he let go of her hand and walked to Cary’s left.

Dr. Hunter dispensed the drops and gave Cary a shot for the pain, stepping back with a knotted brow.

Cary was still conscious and opened his mouth, then closed it with difficulty.

Lindsey gave him a reassuring look and pursed her lips as she carefully helped him recover his fingers.

Ten fingers were linked to one another, and this was a warning to keep hands out of things you shouldn’t care about.

The only person who would be unlikely to mess with The Grant family was Kaley, and in her eyes, they were the only siblings in The Grant family, now just her husband and son.

To her, Cary was just a little guard, but to Bruce, Cary was his brother, a brother more than a brother.

The Grant family would not be where they are today without the loyalty of their men.

“Cary passed out from the pain with a few soft clicks and beads of sweat covering his face.

Lindsey, also sweating, raised her hand to wipe a bead of sweat from her forehead and carefully lifted his right hand, carefully straightening the same misaligned elbow.

The whole process lasted nearly an hour, and the people watching felt the pain as Cary woke up and passed out from the pain several times, falling into a complete coma the moment he was finally attached.

“Give me the splint.” Lindsey wiped the sweat from her face and held her hand free.

Dr. Hunter’s assistant handed the splint over, his hands vaguely shaking.

Lindsey smiled at him and carefully strapped the splint on Cary’s hand, giving a solemn explanation. “He can’t do anything for half a month, and it’s best not to exert himself.”

Bruce’s eyes glowed and he pursed his lips to pass Carl a stern look.

When the treatment was over and the group emerged from the treatment room, Dr Hunter gave a few words to his assistant and excused himself.

“Bruce,” Lindsey was sweating and grabbed his hand, forcing him to follow him to his room.

“I know what you’re trying to say, Cary he’s not an outsider, he’s my brother.” Bruce let go of her hand as soon as he entered and paced around grumpily. “Kaley is warning me that if Burton doesn’t get into management, then she’ll cut off the hands of those around me!”

How could Lindsey not know Kaley’s intentions, yet now was not the time to be impetuous.

Stepping forward to hug him, Lindsey tilted her head up and looked sincerely into his eyes. “I don’t want that to be you next time you’re lying in bed.”

“Lindsey …” Bruce was stunned and hugged her blankly. “Tell me what I have to do to get Kaley out of The Grant family.”

“You can’t kick her out because she’s from The Grant family too.” Lindsey tightened her arms around his waist and sighed ruefully. “Don’t go against her, there’s still Big Sister in the business, she can’t reach into the camp with her long hands.”

Bruce let out a dishevelled breath and fell silent.

Cary didn’t wake up until after four in the afternoon. Lindsey checked his pulse carefully and asked how his hands felt when they hurt, and was finally reassured.

None of the wounds were fatal and he would recover in time.

Bruce went to the office with a chilly face after making sure he was okay.

When Lindsey was setting Cary’s bones, she pulled an old injury on her shoulder. To avoid Bruce’s wrath when he found out, he made an excuse for Hector to take him to the third hospital to see Jimmy.

“Young lady …,” Hector wanted to say, but didn’t.

“I’m fine, don’t tell Bruce about this, he’s being irrational right now.” Lindsey smiled bitterly. “I’m a doctor, this little problem is really nothing.”

Hector fell silent and resumed speaking. “I’ll take care of it next time.”

“It’s really fine, trust me.” Lindsey waved her hand, and as soon as the car stopped, she opened the door and got out.

Hector followed at a distance, his face expressionless and alert to what was going on around him.

Jimmy had just returned from checking out the room and was startled to see Lindsey. “What’s wrong with you again?”

“Trying to get me in trouble.” Lindsey joked, slouching down onto the table. “I was just setting someone’s bones and pulled an old shoulder injury.”

“What do you think you’re doing? The Grant family is so big, they can’t find any doctors, so you have to do it.” Jimmy couldn’t help but chatter, reaching out to help her up and heading to the treatment room next door.

Lindsey frowned and explained bitterly. “That man treats me like a brother and I don’t feel comfortable with someone else getting on top of it.”

Jimmy stopped talking when he heard her say that.

He pressed her carefully and fetched Claus’s special ointment to apply a thick layer. “Lie down and rest for half an hour.”

Lindsey answered and lay still, and in a few moments she was asleep.

Jimmy could not help but feel distressed at the sight of her and reached for the blanket to carefully cover her up.

Neither of them noticed that a camera had been watching them from the window since Lindsey entered.

Lindsey woke up from a nap, called Bruce, learned he had things to do, and asked Larissa out to dinner.

She’s been busy as hell lately, and Larissa seems to be extra busy too.

When they met at the restaurant they had agreed to go to, they met a familiar face – the star Henson – before they sat down.

Larissa winked and lowered her voice to whisper in Lindsey’s ear. “This guy’s got a really bad eye, so watch out.”

“He’s the one who should be careful, okay.” Lindsey snickered, taking her arm and falling into a greeting. “Hello Mr. Henson.”

“Well,” Henson’s playful gaze swept over Larissa’s face, gradually settling on Lindsey. “It’s rare to meet two beauties, do you mind joining us?”

“Of course I don’t mind.” Lindsey stopped Larissa, who was about to speak, and slowly curled her lips.

Henson smiled and made a gentlemanly gesture of invitation.

Lindsey nodded slightly and took Larissa by the arm as she walked in without a moment’s hesitation. “He’s a movie star award winner anyhow.”

She had a very bad impression of Henson, who liked to put on a show and play up, and was a very bad person, often putting his hands on newcomers.

If her resources weren’t so bad, she would rather not take on a film than work with him.

After taking her seat, Lindsey ordered two dishes and handed the menu to Larissa with a mischievous wink.

Larissa smiled at the idea and couldn’t help but laugh.

The restaurant was medium class, but its signature dish was extremely expensive. The two of them smile at each other as they finish their orders and look at Henson with a good-natured smile.

He hadn’t been famous for long and hadn’t made his name through acting, but rather through hype and gossip, and his financial situation was not as good as rumours had it.

He was not as well off as he was made out to be. He had to pay $10, 000 for a meal, and he had invited two people who were not as famous as he was.Còntens bel0ngs to Nô(v)elDr/a/ma.Org

As he paid the bill, Henson stared at Lindsey with a deep sense of humour, “Lindsey, when you have time, ask Edward to join you for dinner.”

Lindsey spread her hands and smiled innocently. “He’s a very picky eater, that one.”

Henson smiled back. “It doesn’t matter, there’s always a chance.”

Lindsey nodded cooperatively and got into the car with Larissa, unable to resist spouting off right then and there. “The movie’s been promoted recently, he wants to impress Edward, just go to her himself, why do I have to ask him out.”

Larissa choked on her own spit and took a long time to recover. “Do you think Edward would have dinner with him? It’s the acting powerhouse, and I don’t think he’d go.”

When Lindsey thought about it, it did seem that way, so she just let it go.

After dropping Larissa off at home, Lindsey looked at the time and ordered Hector to take her to the office.

Bruce was still working late and didn’t know if he had eaten yet.

When I got to the place and went upstairs, I found Carl standing outside the door with a puzzled look on his face, pacing constantly and wondered.

“Ahem …,” Lindsey cleared her throat and narrowed her eyes, sizing him up good-naturedly. “What’s wrong with him?”

Startled, Carl raised a hand to wipe the sweat from his face and lifted his foot over to her, handing her the key to the office room door. “Bruce has locked himself in since he came over this afternoon and hasn’t eaten any dinner.”

“Go back and inform the kitchen to prepare food.” Lindsey took the key, pursed her lips, lifted her foot over and unlocked the door, pushing it graciously inside.

Bruce stood in front of the floor-to-ceiling window, the light unlit, and the faint light coming in from the window framed his slender, straight figure in an unrealistic way. The blurred silhouette was full of despair and sadness.

Lindsey clenched her fists and took a step towards him, her voice cold. “Bruce, don’t you forget what you promised me before.”

“I didn’t skip dinner …,” Bruce turned away, his head bowed sheepishly. “Just don’t feel like eating just yet.”

Lindsey bristled, suddenly picking up her pace and rushing over to leap on top of him, hooking her arms around his neck and locking her gaze playfully with his. “For now is what, five minutes? Five hours? Hmm.”

“Bully.” Bruce wrapped his arms around her soft body, letting any amount of anger coax her out of him. “I’ll go eat right now.”

“Good girl.” Lindsey giggled and wouldn’t get off him.

Bruce had no choice but to carry her all the way out of the office, into the lift and immediately pressed her against the wall and kissed her deeply.

Suddenly he dreaded to think what he would be living for if he lost her.

Because of Cary’s injuries, Lindsey had to return to the old house for a while.

Cary recuperated for a few days and was barely able to get out of the house when it was time for Old Mr. Palvin’s birthday.

The birthday was held in the cottage area of the Royal Garden.

Before Bruce and Lindsey went up the hill, they were checked at the usual kiosk and their identity was verified before they were allowed to go.

Probably because of the large number of people coming, only the core members of The Palvin family and a few old friends were notified of Old Mr. Grant’s birthday.

Lindsey and Bruce got off the bus and went to meet Old Mr. Grant at his cottage in Aidan before walking to The Palvin family.

The two families were not far apart and the guard outside the villa was more than twice as large as usual, greeted by Old Mr. Palvin’s sons and their respective children.

Aurora saw Bruce still in his wheelchair, and a smile crept onto her face, but as soon as her eyes fell on Lindsey, they turned cold.