The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce turned around in shock and saw that it was Aidan and his wife, and his face immediately rose in displeasure.

Lindsey woke up with a start and looked confusedly at the door, then turned back to look at Bruce and asked uneasily, “Is there a change in Grandpa’s condition.”

“It’s no harm, you go on to rest.” A gentle smile appeared on Bruce’s face as he slid his wheelchair to meet Aidan and Laura, saying in a light tone, “Let’s talk outside.”

Aidan was obviously suppressing his anger, his sharp eyes on Lindsey for several seconds before falling on Old Mr. Grant on the bed, reluctantly withdrew.

Laura saw the situation, makeup delicate face floating impeccable smile, also followed the retreat.

Bruce closed the door, locked it, and went straight to the study.

“Grandpa has a very important meeting tomorrow.” Bruce turned his back on the Aidans and asked, “You know what this meeting is about, don’t you, Uncle?”

“Then you can’t let a little girl prescribe medicine! This is nonsense!” Aidan’s long-suppressed anger burst out instantly: “I don’t know what’s important!”

“Let’s hear what Bruce has to say first.” Laura, knowing her husband’s temper, hurriedly intervened: “The children are also kind.”

“Good intentions! If anything goes wrong, who’s going to be responsible for it!” Aidan slapped the table furiously, “This is a big matter, not a child’s play.”

“Uncle, I know you’re disappointed in me.” Bruce didn’t take his anger seriously, his voice remained smooth without the slightest rise and fall: “It’s true that we were a bit hasty in this matter, but the result is good!”

“What do you mean by a good outcome? How dare you let a little girl in her twenties, who only studied nursing, administer needles to your grandfather and give him medicine!” Aidan hated iron, once again slapped the table: “Old Mr. Grant’s identity is extraordinary, can you afford to have an accident!”

“Lindsey is wrong to do anything anyway, it’s wrong to stay in The Grant family, and it’s wrong to breathe!” Bruce is not good at arguing, the same grunt topped a sentence, emotions more agitated.

“One less word from each of you!” As the situation was about to get out of hand, Laura had no choice but to walk over to Bruce and look at him face to face, asking nicely, “How is Old Mr. Grant doing now?”

“The cough is much lighter, just now sweating, false sleep over.” Bruce’s voice was low, trying desperately to restrain the anger churning in his chest, “Lindsey didn’t prescribe any medicine, she just had the maids make ginger tea for Grandpa, along with massage and acupuncture.”

Bruce saw her face improve and added, “Lindsey’s acupuncture level is praised even by Master Miaojue of Xing Yuan Temple.”

After speaking, his face expressionless, he controlled the wheelchair to turn around and slowly slid out of the study.

Returning to Old Mr. Grant’s bedroom, he knew something was bad when he saw that Lindsey was awake and calmly checking Grandpa’s pulse.

“Lindsey, Uncle didn’t mean to take it personally.” He slid his wheelchair closer to her and gently held her hand, “Uncle is concerned, believe me.”

Lindsey reluctantly tugged at the corners of her lips, lowered her eyes sadly, and didn’t say anything.

Old Mr. Grant’s identity is indeed different from ordinary people, but in her eyes, all people’s lives are equally valuable, and will not be divided into noble and low because of their status.

Bruce stared at her in awe, a faint despondency surfaced between his eyebrows, his lips opened and closed but could not say a word.

In the silent and depressing atmosphere, a few steady rhythmic knocks sounded outside the door. He let go of Lindsey’s hand and turned back to open the door.

“Bruce, dinner is ready, go down and eat.” It was Jack who came, his face expressionless as he finished and his eyes focused on Lindsey’s face, “Lindsey, you’ve been tired all afternoon too, go eat.”

Before Bruce could make a sound, he heard Lindsey say emotionally, “Thanks Jack, I’m not hungry yet, I’ll eat when Grandpa wakes up.”

Jack nodded slightly, closed the door and retreated.

The room was quiet again, Bruce looked deeply at Lindsey, the gaze, as if the night was heavy, swept through the fleeting meteor, hesitantly said: “first go to eat something, you must be hungry.”

“No, I want to wait for grandpa to wake up.” Lindsey avoided his gaze, and the hand on the quilt, unconsciously clenched into a fist.

Bruce noticed her movement and his heart throbbed. The ink-like eyes were tinged with a mist of water, like dew, ready to fall.

As the two of them were secretly arguing, the door of the room was pushed open again.

This time it was Laura and Kaley who came in, both carrying trays of food with loving looks on their faces that made people’s hearts shiver.

Putting the tray on the coffee table, Kaley went to Lindsey’s side with concern and patted her shoulder: “Eat first, Old Mr. Grant will not wake up for a while.”

Even if he wakes up, he will still pass out tomorrow.

Since she came to The Grant family, not only Bruce began to recover, but Old Mr. Grant was eager to announce to the outside world that she was the daughter-in-law of The Grant family.

Now she was ostensibly a goddaughter, but no one in the family knew that Lindsey was treated like a young lady by everyone in the old house.

“Thank you.” Lindsey tried to squeeze out a smile, sat back on the couch, wiped her hands with a wet towel, and started eating.Text property © Nôvel(D)ra/ma.Org.

This aunt of Bruce’s is deeper than Laura, and she is hostile to herself.

Very deep animosity.

“Bruce, you eat with Lindsey, too.” Laura gave Kaley an unobtrusive look, looked at Lindsey quietly for a while, and turned back to Bruce: “If you don’t eat later, Old Mr. Grant will be upset when he wakes up.”

She didn’t like Lindsey very much, but the boy’s manners were measured and proportionate, and not disgusting. Otherwise, Old Mr. Grant wouldn’t be so highly regarded.

Bruce pursed his lips, slid his wheelchair to lean over, and picked up the dishes in silence.

The meal tasted like wax, neither of them had any appetite, but because Laura and Kaley were watching, they had to finish it.

After that, they had no words until after 8:00, when Old Mr. Grant finally woke up.

“Dad, how do you feel now?” Laura and Kaley both went over to him and nervously pushed up his pillow, and Kaley even put her hand on his forehead to check his temperature: “If you can’t, I’ll ask Jack to invite Master Miao Jue to come.”

She didn’t believe that the little girl really had the ability to cure Old Mr. Grant’s decades-old problem.

“No, I’m afraid the commotion is not big enough.” Old Mr. Grant glared at them angrily, reached out to look at Lindsey and smiled, “Lindsey, come here.”

“Grandpa …” Lindsey got up and went over, concerned, “How are you feeling now? Where else do you feel uncomfortable.”

“Much better after a good night’s sleep.” Old Mr. Grant waved his hand and gestured for her to sit down: “Are you aggravated?”

Lindsey shook her head, a genuine smile on her face, “Are you hungry? I’ll ask Jack to have the kitchen prepare some white porridge.”

Old Mr. Grant smiled and nodded in agreement with her proposal.

As he was talking, Aidan pushed in the door with a happy face, pounced on the bedside with a single step, and asked nervously, “Dad, how are you feeling now, I’ll have the kitchen prepare anything you want.”

“Just make some white porridge and small dishes as Lindsey said.” Old Mr. Grant raised his eyebrows in displeasure, “A little problem, look at you all panicking!”

Aidan lowered his head and looked at Lindsey with a vague hint of something else in his gaze.

At first, when he heard from the maid that Old Mr. Grant was sick and didn’t call the doctor, but called Bruce and this little girl back instead, he was really angry.

After scolding Bruce, he talked to Jack about the problem and realized that he had misjudged her.

Can get the Xing Yuan Temple’s Fa Jue master praise, this girl is indeed two brushes of the brush.

It’s just a pity that … Aidan glanced at his sister and his eyes sank slightly.