The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

“But …” Dr. Hunter was a little uneasy. “Lindsey’s back has to be changed, and it’s better to let my assistant do that.”

Bruce glared at him. “Nothing but.”

No one in the whole old mansion, I’m afraid, knew more about his relationship with Lindsey than Dr. Hunter, so he had the good sense to back out with his assistant.

Still smart … Bruce sent the two of them away, closed the living room door in the process, and returned to Lindsey’s room again.

When he pushed the door in, Lindsey was already asleep on her bed.

The warm yellow light of the bedside lamp reflected faintly on her fair porcelain skin, and her hair, now half-long and half-short, covered most of her face.

She looked tired and fragile, and Bruce felt a pang of pain as he carefully controlled the wheelchair and slid over to her.

She was not sleeping soundly, one brow was slightly furrowed, her delicate, perfect features creased into a frown, and she looked badly hurt.

“Lindsey, it’s time for a change of medication.” Bruce called softly, not seeing her wake up, so he gently lifted her shirt up.

The white shirt still had dried blood on it, mixed with the slightly unpleasant smell of the bruise removal cream.

The shirt lifted and the bruises and cuts on her back from the smash were in plain view.

Bruce shuddered and lowered his head, kissed his thin lips against her smooth back, unbuttoned her corset and carefully changed her medicine.

The force was probably uncontrolled, and the sleeping Lindsey let out a cry, her brow instantly wrinkling into a deep Sichuan frown.

“Hold on, it’ll be over in a minute.” Bruce coaxed gently and dotingly, applying the ointment with as little force as possible.

Once it was applied, he examined it with fascination for a while, gently pulling her clothes back into place and bringing a thin blanket to cover her up.

“You get a good night’s sleep, I’ll be right outside.” Bruce, whether she could hear him or not, finished quietly and took control of the wheelchair and retreated.

The sound of the door closing stopped and Lindsey opened one eye slightly, lost in thought, and looked at the ring on her finger for a long time before drifting off to sleep again.

–The night was 9. 30.

It was 9. 30 at night, and the house of Aidan was brightly lit in the Royal Villa.

Old Mr. Grant sat in the first chair, his gaze sharp as he looked at the others in the living room.

Aidan’s head was bowed, his own cup of tea in his hand, and his breathing was a little unsteady.

The fact that Lindsey had been injured was hard to bear, and it was no wonder that Old Mr. Grant had been so furious about it that he had come straight from Nine Lakes to kill her.

If before, Old Mr. Grant was just plain affectionate towards Lindsey, after these three years, he has seen it all.

The next head of The Grant family will be Lindsey.

Laura’s thoughts are similar to Aidan’s, but slightly different.

In her opinion, Lindsey should have been the next head of The Grant family three years ago. Even her humble beginnings could not hide her sparkle.

With what she has done so far and the path she has taken, she is really way above Aurora’s station.

Unlike the couple’s supportive attitude, Kaley and Edwin couldn’t love Lindsey in any way.

When she left, the couple was expelled from B-town. And Bruce, who suddenly set their baby boy up, has caused Burton to remain in the classroom. …

The old Mr. Grant narrowed his eyes slightly, curled his right index finger and tapped the coffee table, and said, “What do you think about Bruce and The Palvin family girls.”

“Dad, would it be bad to really tell the public about the divorce.” Aidan tentatively returned, “After all, The Palvin familyOld Mr. Grant is still alive.”

Kaley sniffed and answered with a sneer. “So if Old Mr. Palvin is gone and this is in the name, what will people think of The Grant family.”

Edwin had little say in The Grant family since he had stepped down from his position as commander, but he didn’t stop Kaley.

The atmosphere became stagnant again and Old Mr. Grant struck the coffee table with a noticeably greater force.

After a moment, Old Mr. Grant abruptly withdrew his hand and slowly shifted his gaze to Kaley’s face, asking carelessly, “When do I, The Grant family, ever have to look at anyone for a living?”

A flash of panic crossed Kaley’s face as she was shocked. “Dad, that’s not what I meant.”

“Oh … then what do you mean.” Old Mr. Grant’s eyes shifted. “The status of The Grant family is something I’ve fought my way through a mountain of corpses, and there’s a life in it for your second brother! I’ve had you thinking about it for three years, and it seems you still haven’t figured it out!”

Kaley’s mouth opened and closed, and she hung her head in fear.

Aidan looked at Kaley with some sympathy and spoke up to help. “Dad, Burton got what he deserved, let’s just forget about it.”

“Count?” Old Mr. Grant gritted the back of his teeth and slapped his big, pale, strong hand onto the coffee table. “All my life I’ve hated sibling rivalry and doing whatever it takes to pursue fame and fortune!”

The sound of the coffee table vibrating hummed, and Old Mr. Grant’s roar was so thunderous that the entire living room was so quiet you could hear the air currents of their respective breaths.

All the members of The Grant family present were dazed by the intensity of Old Mr. Grant’s anger, and no one dared to stroke the tiger at this time.

After Old Mr. Grant’s fury, he felt a little better and took a sip of tea from the cup in his hand, then said, “In a few days’ time, when Lindsey has recovered, I will arrange a reception at the old house and formally accept her as the granddaughter of The Grant family. As for The Palvin family, if they have any sense, they should take care of this themselves.”

After saying this, he heaved his teacup onto the coffee table and got up to greet Jack. “Jack, prepare a car to return to Nine Lakes.”

“Yes!” Jack replied with an expressionless voice and walked out.

As soon as Old Mr. Grant left, the oppressive atmosphere in the living room dissipated.

Aidan, as the eldest son and now the head of The Grant family, had no choice but to lecture Kaley.

Unfortunately, Kaley did not take kindly to the fact that she was born of the same parents, but Old Mr. Grant did not treat her like a member of The Grant family.

Whether she is a relative of Edwin’s or his own son, Old Mr. Grant arrests and imprisons her at the drop of a hat, but treats Lindsey, an outsider, with a different look.

The conversation is not going anywhere, and they soon part ways.

Aidan, slightly worried, hesitantly picked up his cold tea and spoke in an even tone, “Old Mr. Grant’s just being a curveball.”

Laura understood what he meant, and a light-hearted smile crept across her delicate, well-kept face. “Old Mr. Grant has never been shanked on the battlefield, but he’s let a little girl get the better of him.

“Anyway, that Lindsey kid is really nice.” Aidan paused in his tea drinking and smiled. “There’s a lot of talk about The Palvin family out there, and it’s a mess, but she can’t get dirty.”

“The child is self-disciplined, wide-eyed and has a rare good nature.” The smile on Laura’s face deepened. “Old Mr. Grant has never had a bad eye.”

Aidan nodded in agreement and simply put his cup of tea down and got up to go upstairs. “Time to go to bed, it’s useless to worry about what Old Mr. Grant decides.”

Laura rose gracefully with him, a look of relief on her face that she had never seen before.

Not far from The Grant family, the air in the living room of The Palvin family was thin, except for the smell of gunpowder.

The Palvin family has a large number of family members, naturally more than The Grant family.

However, the faces of everyone, especially Old Mr. Palvin’s, looked less than stellar.

Aurora was kneeling in the middle of the living room, her head hanging, her pretty face red with anger, her eyes shining brightly as she stared down at her knees.

After an unknown amount of time, Old Mr. Palvin stood up without a word and went upstairs.

The living room breathed a sigh of relief, but no one dared to open their mouths and greet Aurora as she rose.

Rhett was the angriest of all, he had never imagined that his daughter could be so vicious.

Luckily Lindsey was only injured on both occasions and her injuries were not life-threatening, otherwise Old Mr. Grant would have been more than just angry.

The Palvin family was already not in a position to take advantage of the marriage with The Grant family, and with their daughter’s further fussing, it was almost as if they could have foreseen a parting of the ways.

In the deadly silence, Aurora’s lips were white from biting, and a line of crimson seeped out.

Merry, seeing the situation, simply ignored it and got up to go to her room.

As soon as she left, the others followed, leaving the living room empty.

Aurora loosened her teeth and stuck her tongue out to lick her raw lips, swallowing the fishy sweetness of her saliva and curling her lips in a vicious way.

She had said she would let Lindsey die, two strikes in a row, but the game was just beginning …

It was hot in August, but the coolness of autumn could already be felt in the morning.

Lindsey woke up in a daze, and as soon as she opened her eyes she saw the pink sky full of stars on her bed, and the sparrows perched on the window ledge happily pecking at the wheat.

Trying to move her arms, she rubbed her eyes and slowly got up, grabbing her pyjamas from the lone chair and stumbling into the bathroom.

Scrubbing herself clean, she looked at herself in the mirror, took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

She takes a deep breath and pulls the door open. She retrieves her mobile phone and calls Edward, learning that he is fine and that her resentment is slightly relieved.

Opening the door, I was surprised to hear Bruce’s voice ring out with a smile. “Morning.”

Lindsey looked over in the direction of the voice and pursed her lips noncommittally.

Bruce was unimpressed by her coldness. “I had the kitchen make you sausage noodles, and a mango crisp.”

He did have the heart … Lindsey bellied up and slowly walked over to sit down.

“You have to put medicine on after you eat, Dr. Hunter said you have to put ointment on your injuries and bruises three times a day.” Bruce thoughtfully laid out the food for her. “By the way, you’ll have to supervise me in a medicinal bath later.”

“Bruce,” Lindsey interrupted him calmly. “Dr. Hunter will supervise the whole bath soak, and he’ll do the needle application.”From NôvelDrama.Org.

“Uh …,” Bruce paused with his hand holding his chopsticks and lowered his eyes slightly to hide his loss. “Dr. Hunter is not familiar with the technique.”

Lindsey stared at him and took three deep breaths in a row before her emotions calmed down. “I’m not familiar with it either.”

“I’d die willingly at your hands.” Bruce blurted out without even thinking. “This time, even if I die, I won’t let you go.”