The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

When the living room light was turned on, the room’s furnishings suddenly became clear.

Lindsey gathered his coat, looked around casually, his eyes fell on a wooden stroller, smiling and joking: “Is that your car?”

Bruce smiled and nodded, controlled the wheelchair and slid it over, gave it a precious knock, looked back into her eyes, and said meaningfully, “I’m going to take it back with me for my future children.”

“As a family heirloom, you.” Lindsey joked and walked inside.

It was a very ordinary building, and the furniture inside was like that of a normal house, but it hadn’t been lived in for a long time, and there was a chill everywhere.

Bruce could not go upstairs, so the two of them went around downstairs and really took the wooden baby carriage back to Grant Residence.

It suddenly snowed in the middle of the night, and Lindsey woke up in the morning and screamed with joy. The last time it snowed, it was so thin that it melted before the afternoon.

Bruce saw her running out like a child and couldn’t help but shake his head. After calling the maid, he washed up and went to the living room and Lindsey was nowhere to be found. When he asked, he found out that she had run out into the yard without brushing her teeth.

He slid his wheelchair to the window and saw shoe prints all over the floor through the glass, and saw that she seemed to have something in her hand, so he hurriedly asked the maid to send her a handbag over.

After about half an hour, Lindsey finished feeding the sparrows in the yard and returned to the house with her handbag covered and her nose frozen red, exclaiming her enjoyment.

“What’s so funny about snow.” Bruce tenderly helped her cover her frozen face and teased, “Kids aren’t as crazy as you are, so go drink some hot ginger tea and don’t catch a cold.”

“I’m a leopard.” Lindsey squeezed her eyebrows and made a face at him, picked up the ginger tea on the coffee table and drank most of it, gasping for breath and arguing, “My side of the family only freezing rain in winter, I’ve never seen such heavy snow.”

“It rarely snows this much here either.” Bruce couldn’t help himself, turned his head to look out the window and laughed, “The weather forecast says it will snow for about a day, so you can play any way you want.”

“No, I’m freezing to death.” Lindsey’s frozen hands gradually warmed up, by the way the remaining half cup of ginger tea also drank, got up and walked to his side, naturally put his hand on his shoulder: “Where is my sparrow.”

“After raising it, big sister gave it a release.” Bruce tilted his head, suspicious, “She said that last time she went to Cloud Mountain, you forgot.”

Lindsey tilted her head and thought about it, and it seemed to be true, and then spat out her tongue and pushed him to breakfast.

It was almost noon when the snow began to fall, and a thick layer soon accumulated on the ground outside the yard, with the windows rattling in the wind.

Lindsey was lazily clutching her laptop, watching a movie on the couch in the lounge area of the training room, while Bruce was doing his training. The warm atmosphere was broken by a sudden, urgent ringing of a cell phone.

Bruce stopped moving, waited for Lindsey to send the phone over, looked at the number and quickly picked up: “Jack, it’s Bruce.”

“Old Mr. Grant is not feeling well.” Jack’s voice, which had always been smooth and indifferent, faintly revealed some uneasiness: “But there’s an important meeting tomorrow, and he can’t miss it.”

“We’ll be right there.” Bruce ended the call, his handsome face sank involuntarily, looking down at Lindsey: “Grandpa is sick.”

“I’ll go get your clothes.” Lindsey nodded understandingly, and quickly dragged the wheelchair over to push him to change his clothes.

Old Mr. Grant’s status was so special that it was impossible for him to miss tomorrow’s meeting, and being sick at this time, it was no wonder Jack was in disarray.

After putting on his coat, the two of them hurriedly left the courtyard and got into the car to rush to the Royal Garden.Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.

After the winter, Old Mr. Grant returned to the Royal Garden to live with Mr. and Mrs. Aidan. It was convenient for him to take care of his old age, and also to show his attitude to the outside world.

Bruce stared anxiously out of the window, looking down at his watch from time to time, his eyes like ink filled with worry.

“Jack didn’t say what the reason was?” Lindsey patted the back of his hand soothingly and whispered, “Don’t think too much about it, Dr. Hunter does monthly checkups, there won’t be any major problems.”

“Hmm.” Bruce unconsciously pursed his lips, and the cells of his body were tensed to death.

Lindsey saw this, sighed silently, and silently reached out to hug his waist.

The car was tossed around in the snow and wind for nearly an hour, and finally drove to the Royal Garden. The Grant family’s small building is located at the foot of the hill, after the usual identity checks and four consecutive hurdles.

Push the door to get off, the cold wind wrapped in goose snow swept in, can not stop. Jack, who was waiting outside the door, nodded slightly, carried Bruce out of the car in the snow and went into the yard without looking back, leaving the wheelchair for Lindsey to take.

When he entered the living room, Lindsey put down the wheelchair, but Bruce and General Mu were nowhere to be seen. When she was confused, she saw General Mu running down the stairs, picking up the wheelchair and turning around to go upstairs.

Lindsey lifted her foot to follow, her face could not help but look a bit grave.

Lindsey’s face was a bit heavy, and when she arrived at Old Mr. Grant’s bedroom, she heard Old Mr. Grant coughing uncontrollably, and Lindsey’s eyebrows knitted, she took a few steps forward and said, “Grandpa, how are you feeling?”

“I think I’ve caught a wind chill, an old problem has been triggered.” After Old Mr. Grant finished speaking, he coughed violently again.

Lindsey didn’t dare to be careless, and after observing for a moment, turned back to Jack to bring over the medical records.

The diagnosis stated that the cold had cleared up the week before, so it didn’t make sense that this would be such a bad cough.

After checking his pulse, Lindsey looked at his tongue and listened to the movement of his heart and lungs, and hesitantly said, “I’m not very good at diagnostics, so I won’t prescribe any medicine.

“Old Mr. Grant you see …” Jack carefully observed Old Mr. Grant’s face, want to say but not.

“Just do what Lindsey says.” Old Mr. Grant waved his hand breathlessly and squinted his eyes to rest.

After Jack left, the room fell into a dead silence, and Bruce sat with his heart in his mouth open and closed, but nothing could be said.

Lindsey can see the doctor, but grandfather’s identity is not trivial, he also dare not easily let her prescribe.

“It’s going to be okay.” In the oppressive atmosphere, Lindsey took the initiative to break the silence, and reached out to help Old Mr. Grant up: “Grandpa, I’ll give you a massage, and after drinking ginger tea later, I’ll give you a few needles, which should provide some relief.”

“As you wish.” Old Mr. Grant was not in good spirits, after all, he was old and had such a frequent cough.

Lindsey exerted all her strength and finished pressing the appropriate points, just as the ginger tea was ready. She took it into her hands and tested the temperature, then carefully fed it to him and took out her acupuncture kit and began to apply needles.

Bruce stayed by the side, always silent and pursed his lips, his mind seemed to be thinking a lot of things, but also seemed to think nothing.

Lindsey’s coughing symptoms had improved, and when she saw him fall asleep, she too nodded off in the sofa, exhausted.

Bruce’s heartfelt companionship, his gaze fondly gazing at her tired face, always tense look has just eased, the door of the room was coldly knocked open.