Chapter 1750 Does It Matter
I shook my head with a smile. As I continued peeling the apple, I said casually, “If it was as easy as you say, you wouldn’t need to be so fearful of telling me the truth.”
Not one to be good with words, Joseph was stumped by my remark.
Anyway, I wasn’t in a hurry to force him into telling me the truth. After peeling the apple, I handed it over to him.
He took it and held it in his hand without the intention to eat it. Instead, he stared blankly into space, visibly shaken by my words.
“I’m not trying to accuse you of anything. I’m sure you have your reasons for keeping mum, and I understand that. Still, I hope you can empathize with me. As both a wife and a lady, I don’t want to and I can’t stay out of this matter. Tell Ashton that I will continue to muddy the waters until he can strike when the opportunity arises.”
“I don’t really understand what you’re trying to say, Mrs. Fuller.” Joseph furrowed his brows, his eyes filled with concern.
I almost forgot that he was unconscious when I announced that I would join in. I gave a faint smile and said, “It’s simple. As of now, you’re no longer Ashton’s only right-hand man. I, as his wife, will be joining you guys in running the business.”
“Mr. Fuller won’t allow it,” Joseph expressed his doubts.
I put on an innocent look. “Does it matter? What counts is that Nathaniel didn’t object. If I’m right, your boss will not say no to any of Nathaniel’s requests now, am I right?”
Joseph stared at me, not knowing what to say. Perhaps he had wanted to dissuade me from doing it, but when he saw the look in my eyes, he could sense the change in me. In the end, he resigned himself to hold his tongue.
Having achieved my goal, I left him for the time being and returned to see John, at the same time allowing both Joseph and Ashton some space to exchange information.
When I pushed open the door to John’s ward, I saw that the nurse was busy packing up. John was dressed in casual clothing with a jacket draped over his shoulder. Its sleeves hung loosely, covering his hand that was in a cast. From the look of it, he was preparing to be discharged.
“What’s going on?” John had a broken. He would need to recuperate in the hospital for at least a month. It was way too early to be discharged from the hospital.
The nurse stopped what she was doing and answered, “Mr. Stovall ordered it. Also, the paperwork for the discharge has been completed.”
“It’s all right. Just continue packing,” John instructed before walking over. Putting his hand over my shoulder, he began cooking up excuses with a cheeky smile. “My dear sister, I’m someone who just can’t sit still, and you know that, right? At this rate, I would be mired in depression soon. Besides, wouldn’t I recover faster if I was happier? Just let me recuperate at home.”
I lifted my head and chuckled sarcastically, then a serious expression descended upon my face. “No.”
“Didn’t the doctor say that the first half a month’s recovery is the most crucial? You still need to go through a myriad of tests. How are you going to do them at home?” John had hurt his right hand because of me. I wasn’t going to allow anyone to interrupt the healing process unless the doctor declared that it was crippled.
“I’ll just come back every day for my check-up. No matter what, I just can’t stand staring blankly at the ceiling for another day in here,” John said slovenly.
“It’s still a no.” I felt bad as I looked at him. I knew how tormenting it was for someone who was used to enjoying freedom to be cooped up in a ward. However, I had no other choice as I simply owed him too much. As long as there was a sliver of hope, I would spare no effort in trying everything until his hand had fully recovered.
“How about I alternate between staying at the hospital and at home?” When he saw how persistent I was, he put on a pitiful face in an attempt to elicit sympathy from me.
In spite of that, my solemn expression made it obvious that there was no room for negotiations. “Don’t think that I don’t know you. Once you leave this place, there’s no way I can force you to come back here. Just bear with it for half a month, and don’t get any funny ideas.”
