But Ariana Evans showed little fluctuation, she glanced faintly at her daughter, "Three years ago they already slept together, and it all happened right under your nose." Newest update provided by novｅlfire.net
"Mom! That’s different!" Olivia Zane urgently retorted, her emotions agitated, and just as she managed to sit up, she was scolded back into lying down by her mother.
"Lie down, keep your voice down, what are you yelling for! As if you’re afraid others won’t know."
Ariana Evans forcefully spoon-fed the millet porridge to her daughter’s lips, continuing to scold her in a lowered voice.
"After enduring so many years, can’t you manage a little while longer?" Olivia Zane opened her mouth to take the spoonful of porridge, her lips pouting in aggrievement.
"Mom, when is Dr. Smith coming? I can’t wait any longer."
Ariana Evans lowered her gaze, stirring the millet porridge in the bowl with her steel spoon, "If nothing goes wrong, he should arrive this week. Don’t get emotional these few days..."
"Mom, I haven’t been!"
"You say you haven’t!" Olivia Zane had just begun to speak when she was sharply silenced by her mother, who glared at her with displeasure, "How dangerous was it last night? It’s a good thing you were brought in on time. If something had happened before the surgery, what would be the point of asking Dr. Smith to come!"
"Mom," Olivia Zane called out pitifully, she had always been controlling her emotions, not letting herself dwell on restless thoughts, even though Nathan Moore no longer treated her with the same care as before, she kept reassuring herself.
As long as she fully recovered, they could reconcile just like a normal husband and wife...
But Nathan Moore actually flew to Banyan City again for a secret rendezvous with Titus Zane, and under the pangs of jealousy and anger, she fainted.
"Stop acting like the whole world has betrayed you, as if nobody cares," Ariana Evans scooped more porridge to her daughter’s lips, "Perk up, call Nathan Moore and let him know you’re sick and hospitalized. It would be best if he brought Titus Zane back with him."
"Oh, I’ll call right away,"
Olivia Zane continued to pout in aggrievement, her aunt had been calling all night, but he had turned off his phone; he must have been with Titus Zane, not wanting to be disturbed.
Reaching for her phone, Olivia Zane was about to call Nathan Moore when Ariana Evans snatched it away from her, "How can you not use your brain at all!"
"Mom, what’s wrong now?" Olivia Zane felt even more wronged by the unexpected scolding, only to see Ariana Evans toss the phone onto the hospital bed, saying, "Let the housekeeper call him, then he’ll hurry back." If you can make calls yourself, who would worry!
Nathan Moore’s car stopped directly in front of the company’s main entrance, right at the start of work hours. As Titus Zane got out of the car, it drew the gaze of many coworkers - there were looks of contempt, mockery, and of course, plenty of envy.
Watching Titus Zane’s figure enter the company’s gate, Nathan Moore did not rush to leave. Instead, he rolled down the car window, lit a cigarette for himself, rested his arm on the lowered car door, as if waiting for someone.
Waiting until a luxurious Bugatti came from the opposite direction, Nathan Moore took another drag, pressed the cigarette butt into the ashtray, and got out of the car.
From a distance, Wesley Foley saw a black Bentley parked in front of the company’s entrance, and upon seeing the man getting out of the car, he couldn’t help but sneer.
After getting out of his car, Wesley Foley spoke first, slowly walking towards Nathan Moore, the corners of his thin lips curved in unmistakable mockery.
"Director Moore is truly diligent! Does your wife know about you taking such good care of your sister-in-law?"
"Heh!" Nathan Moore turned his head, let out a cold laugh, and when he turned back, he gave Wesley Foley a mocking look, "Director Foley, seems to me that you are the one who is truly persistent."