Chapter 422
Chapter 422
He was aware of his past transgressions, showing he had a modicum of a consci
I didn’t want to dwell on that. I just set a timeline. “I want Ariana’s information within three
“Tomorrow,” Neil replied quicker than I anticipated.
“Okay.” I nodded. “Let’s go in. You can just send it to my phone when you have it ”
“Sure, I will contact you directly if I think of any conditions. Don’t ignore my calls or pretend you
“Hmm, “I responded before walking in.
Mitch was currently in the kitchen preparing the food. After marrying Stella, he had
today’s lunch were his handiwork.
see them.” Neil’s tone was tinged with distrust.
a; “ansformed into a model husband and father, boasting impressive culinary skills. All the dishes for
Ariana, who had somehow ended up in the kitchen helping, brought out a plate of steamed fish.
She turned to Mitch and said, “Mr. Mitch, this would be even better with chopped spring onions. Plus, it would look prettier.”
“I know, but we’re running out of time, so I didn’t prepare them. We’ll have to make do,” Mitch replied nonchalantly.
“Why didn’t you call me? I’m actually pretty good in the kitchen. Let me do it.” Ariana moved to get the onions, deftly pulling her hair back and reaching for another apron.
The matching aprons obviously belonged to a couple.
Stella might not have been a cook, but she was a helpful sous chef.
I immediately went over and snatched the apron from Ariana’s hand. “I’ll do it. Yo,,.
“But, aren’t you a guest too?” Ariana was confused.
our guest. Just sit down.”
“I’m this household’s best friend, and I’m close with Mitch. I’m not a guest. I’ll handle it,” I replied with a cold indifference.
Mitch seemed to understand and quickly explained. “Yes, Ariana, let her do it. You can just sit down.”
Ariana nodded and cast a meaningful glance at me before moving to sit at the dining table.
Truth be told, my cooking skills were mediocre, and chopping onions required precision. After a few attempts, I felt a slight pain in my fingers.
“Ouch!”
I instinctively cried out.
Mitch noticed my clenched hand and realized I had cut myself. “Did you cut yourself? I’ll get you a band-aid. Just leave the onions; I’ll handle them.”
Hearing this, Neil came over. He saw my injured hand; the cut was deep, the blood seeping between my fingers.
“How can you be so careless?” Neil looked at me sternly.
“It’s not a big deal. Just need a band-aid,” I replied.
Mitch returned with a band-aid, ready to cleanse my wound and dress it.
Neil lifted his hand as if to take over, but he stopped himself.
After disinfecting the wound, Mitch frowned. “This is pretty deep. You should get it checked out at a clinic.”
“Is that necessary?” I looked at my injured finger, blood still dripping from it, blurring the wound.
The knife was incredibly sharp.
“Of course, it’s necessary. What if the wound gets infected? I’ll drive you to the nearest clinic. Where are your kids?” Mitch asked.
“They are sleeping. Stella will probably keep an eye on them.” I replied.
“Alright, let’s go immediately.” Mitch began to untie his apron.
However, Neil interjected, “You stay here. I’ll take her.”
Mitch looked taken aback. “You’ll take her?”
“Is there a problem?” Neil shot back coldly.
“No, no problem at all. I still have to attend to our guests. Just hurry back!” It seemed Mitch understood Neil’s message and quickly agreed.
I, however, was not too keen on going with Neil.
I turned to Mitch. “Isn’t the clinic nearby? I can go myself.”
Mitch kept his composure. “It’s quite far. A forty-minute walk or a ten-minute drive. You can’t drive with your hand like this.”
That far? I wasn’t familiar with the area.
Neil had already grabbed the car keys. “Let’s go.”
My wound was still bleeding, and it looked serious. If I delayed any further and Serena, Brandon woke up, I’d have a problem since I’d have to look after them.
Given the circumstances, it wouldn’t be right to trouble Stella, or ask Ariana and another man to drive me.
“Fine.” I didn’t resist any further and followed Neil out.
In the car, Neil didn’t say much. He just drove.
Three minutes later, we pulled up in front of a clinic.
I was puzzled.
Was this the forty-minute walk, ten-minute drive Mitch was talking about?
It probably would have taken me only ten minutes to walk there.
“It’s so close?!” I couldn’t help but complain. “Did Mitch intentionally lie to me?”
“Perhaps he didn’t know there was a clinic here,” Nell replied calmly.
As we walked into the clinic, I muttered, “But you knew, didn’t you? Why didn’t you tell me?”
Neil, with his keen hearing, casually replied, “I didn’t know either.”
A female doctor came over to inspect my wound and bandage it, while Neil watched from the side.
Suddenly, the female doctor started to look at Neil frequently, before breaking into a smile. “Hello, sir. The last time you came here to buy medicine, you overpaid. I’ll refund it to you.”
Neil, who had just said he didn’t know about this clinic planced at me his brow furrowed “I didn’t buy
Chapter 422
I’m not mistaken. I’ve not seen many men as handsome as you. I remember you well. You were here to buy a hangover remedy,” the doctor insisted.
Neil sighed exasperatedly, “I told you that it wasn’t me.”
“Yes, it was you. You paid an extra zero, overpaying by nine hundred. Did you forget?” The doctor’s altruism was on full display.
What a kind soul.
I looked up at Neil, who avoided my gaze and left the room to wait for me outside.
Seeing him leave, the doctor turned to me. “Miss, are you his wife? Here, I’ll refund the money to you.”
“I’m not,” I stated firmly.
“Then you must be his girlfriend. Here, take the refund,” the doctor insisted. Even though Neil had vehemently denied overpaying, she was determined to return the money. Before I could say anything, the doctor handed me the refund. ‘Take it. It’s yours!”
With no other choice, I accepted the money and left.
Neil was out back, puffing on a cigarette.
I walked up to him, my face impassive, and thrust some money into his hand. “Here’s that extra cash you overpaid. They gave it back, so take it.”
“It’s not mine,” Neil continued to deny.
