CHAPTER 173: CHAPTER 173: I REALLY HATE SEEING YOU HURT

"How do you know?"

Lucy smiled slightly, "I have a hunch about some things."

Jacob Green instantly understood, after all, she once had a premonition that saved him at the construction site in Trelliswood District.

"I really hate seeing you get hurt."

"Do you think I want to see myself get hurt?" Lucy sighed, "Jacob Green, do you know how lucky you are to have married me? If you had married Sophie, you would know how wonderful life is now."

"What? Did Charles Sharp complain to you?"

"Not at all, today I had a premonition that Charles would face a disaster, so I called him, but couldn’t get through. I then asked his secretary to inform his bodyguards, but there was no news. It turns out Sophie turned off his phone and stopped the bodyguards from telling him. If his phone hadn’t been off, I could have just called to tell him. That way, I wouldn’t have had to go to the factory, and I wouldn’t have gotten hurt. That woman accused me of orchestrating the violent attack with the knife just to evoke Charles’s pity—do I need to do that?"

Jacob Green couldn’t help but laugh, "Hearing you say that, I also feel I’m very lucky to have married you."

Lucy rolled down the window, letting the wind blow on her face—it was refreshing.

Because her right hand was injured, she ate with her left hand, which was rather inconvenient.

Jacob Green wouldn’t let her move, feeding her the dishes himself.

Though Lucy’s palm hurt, her heart was sweet.

"Are we still going on the trip?"

"Yes, why not? Even if your leg is injured, I would carry you there."

Lucy laughed, "Then when are we leaving?"

"After we eat."

She nodded, "Alright."

——

"What’s the matter?"

James Foster put his phone in his pocket and said to Mia Townsend, "You don’t have to call her anymore, she says it’s just a minor injury and she’s just boarded the plane."

"Where to at this late hour?"

"Traveling to Nation R."

"Why leave at night?"

"Who knows," James Foster chuckled, "Maybe the couple thought traveling at night would give them a good chance to ’sleep’ on the plane."

Mia Townsend poked him on the forehead, "What are you thinking? You look unwell."

"I caught a cold, took some medicine, and now feel sleepy. I want to go upstairs to sleep for a while."

"Alright, go ahead, I’ll keep an eye on things on the first floor."

James Foster nodded and went up to the third floor.

Falling onto the bed, he drifted towards sleep.

Half asleep, half awake, someone called his name, and James Foster opened his eyes to see Mary Pond standing by the bed.

"What’s up?"

"Did you catch a cold?" Mary Pond bent down, "Sister Mia asked me to bring you your dinner, get up and eat."

He propped himself up, looking at her, "Got it."

Mary Pond placed the food on the bedside table, "You eat, and once you’re done, I’ll take the dishes away."

"No need, I’ll take care of it myself, you can go out now."

Mary Pond nodded, "Alright."

Once she left, James Foster started eating and felt more awake, later taking the dishes to the kitchen.

Just as he was exiting the kitchen, a shop employee rushed to him urgently, "James, come down quickly, someone’s causing trouble in our shop, and Robert Langley has subdued them."

"Who dares?"

"Because of Mary Pond."

"Her?"

"Yes, you’ll know when you see for yourself."

James Foster went down to the private room, seeing Robert Langley pinning a young man to the ground, who struggled and squirmed.

"What’s happening?"

Mary Pond glanced at him nervously, "He used to be my... I just repaid him the money."

From her eyes, James Foster understood what she meant; this man was an online acquaintance she once deceived.

He crouched down, looking at the man, "That was her mistake, but she’s realized it and has repaid you, let’s not hold onto it. We’ll forget about today’s disturbance in our shop."

"Are you her boyfriend?"

James Foster turned to look at Mary Pond, nodding, "I am."

"Do you know what kind of person your girlfriend used to be? Maybe she still is..."

James Foster interrupted him, "I know everything. She was compelled because her father was ill; that doesn’t bother me."

The man replied, "I won’t cause her trouble anymore."

He stood up and said to Mary Pond, "Your boyfriend is truly generous, impressive."

As the man left, Mary Pond apologized to James Foster and Robert Langley, "Sorry for causing trouble for everyone because of me."

"No problem," Robert Langley smiled, "Go back to work."

Mary Pond nodded and said to James Foster, "Thank you for helping me out earlier."

"Hmm."

——

"Read this letter to me, word for word!" Arthur Bennett slammed the letter on Flora Palmer’s face.

Confused, Flora Palmer opened the letter, her face suddenly changing.

"This isn’t written by me."

"This is your handwriting, do you think I’m blind?" Arthur Bennett sneered coldly, "Now you’re my wife, yet dare to secretly exchange love letters with Mason Baker? Flora Palmer, do you really think because you’re a Palmer, I won’t do anything to you? You’re testing my limits."

"Firstly, there are plenty who can imitate handwriting. Secondly, let’s say Mason Baker and I had something—even then, what right do you have to question me? All you do is set fires when in power, yet don’t allow others a light?" Flora Palmer threw the letter back at him, "Don’t you know who you truly are?"

Arthur Bennett grabbed her throat, "Say that again! Do you really think I won’t kill you?!"

Flora Palmer felt her breath growing thinner, her face reddening, glaring at him, "Does my truth make you ashamed and furious?!"

"Are you really unafraid of death?!" He gritted his teeth, staring at her, seemingly ready to strangle her.

She truly was afraid, but Flora Palmer knew if she showed weakness before him, her life in the Presidential Mansion would only worsen.

Driven by an inexplicable sense of assurance, she blurted out, "Don’t think you can easily kill me. If I die, do you think as a highness you can smoothly cover this up? It will become the biggest impediment to your becoming the next president!"

"Do you think too highly of yourself?"

With all her strength, Flora Palmer retorted, "I’ve already written letters to your political enemies. If I die, surely it’s because of you; then they must demand an autopsy! The Palmer Family hasn’t collapsed; trying to dispose of me directly in a crematorium won’t work! It shows you’re guilty!"

Arthur Bennett suddenly released his grip, "Wh...at?!"

——

PS: Jacob Green has been able to pamper Lucy so much this life because he owes her too much. This book involves not only past lives but also previous generations, during the Thirteen Dynasty of Country A hundreds of years ago, under the rule of Pharaoh Marcus Hayes III. The personified jade exactly like Lucy was the beginning.

But can the readers distinguish who the second male lead is?