Perfect Mysterious Husband (Maddox and Kimberly)

Unfortunately, Jarold didn't call Maddox back in the end, and he disappeared from his sight. There was nothing in front of him, and no one else could be seen.

Jarold was so angry that his chest heaved up and down, and he looked as if he was about to go crazy.

Baldrick could only reach out his hand to help him catch his breath and softly dissuade him. "Master Collins, don't be angry. Don't take it to heart" "Baldrick, do you think this brat has no respect forthat he dares to go against me, or is it because of that woman? What kind of charm does that woman have to make him beclike this?" Jarold asked. These words made Baldrick embarrassed and awkward, but he still braced himself to say, "Do you wantto tell the truth?" "Say it!" "Then I'll say it. Mr. Sebastian is an adult, and he'll always have his own ideas for everything. He went against your wishes, not because he doesn't respect you, but because you have been trying to stop what he has wanted all this time." Jarold was speechless.

"The most important thing is that he hasn't lived with you since he was young, so he doesn't have any feelings for you. Besides, you were indeed unfair when it comes to this matter." "What did you say?" Jarold stared at him with eyes wide in dissatisfaction. "You actually said that I was unfair? Baldrick, have you stayed by my side for too long? Do you think that you can say anything you want?" He shook his head helplessly. "I'm just telling the truth." "Forget it!" Jarold didn't really want to argue with him. He said in a cold voice, "Let's see how Monica is doing. I'd like to see her performance. After doing all these things, what will she think?" In the room.

Monica was lying on the bed. Her eyes were still red and swollen. She had cried for so long that her eyes had becsore.

It wasn't until Jarold, and the doctor had left, that she wiped away her tears and got stto rest. However, when she closed her eyes, her mind was filled with the scenes where she told the servant to drug Maddox. He had cback at this point.

If he wanted to keep his pride, he would not have said anything about it.

However, what if he didn't care about his pride? As Monica was thinking of this, she suddenly opened her eyes, with fear in them.

Soon after, she calmed down again. Even if Maddox had said it, he didn't have any evidence to prove that she was the one who drugged him. The servant took her money, and she asked someone to take her away. If things really were to turn out for the worse, she just had to pretend that she hadn't done anything wrong.

As long as there was no evidence, they couldn't do anything to her even if they suspected her.

Monica calmly closed her eyes and let herself fall asleep tiredly.

However, she didn't seem to have slept for long before she heard someone knocking on the door. She was in a daze, thinking that she had misheard it.

Later, when the voice becclearer, she cto her senses. Sure enough, she heard the knock on the door. She immediately asked, "Who is it?" Only then did the knock on the door cto a halt. Then, Jarold's voice cfrom outside the door.

"Monica, it's me." Master Collins? She was shocked. She promptly said. "Grandpa, please cin." After the door opened, Jarold walked in with a crutch. For sreason, Monica felt that his aura was different from when he had left just now. What was going on? "Grandpa?" Monica called out to him in confusion.

"Yes." Jarold nodded. Although he had tried his best to conceal himself, whenever he thought of how the little girl he had chosen had actually drugged his grandson and done such despicable things, he couldn't help but change his attitude towards her.

Therefore, his attitude towards her was a little cold. However, considering the friendship between their families, he still said, "You don't have to worry about the wound on your forehead. Since Sebastian hurt you so badly, then the Collins family will be responsible for it to the very end. When you've recovered, we'll definitely find the best hospital to operate on you to ensure that you'll recover to the sstate as before." She was startled upon hearing those words. These things... Weren't they already mentioned before? Why did he cto her room to say that to her again? Could it be that he had discovered something? She felt a little guilty and afraid. If Master Collins believed in this matter, then in the future... would there be anyone who would support her? Upon those thoughts, she immediately panicked. "Master Collins, what did Sebastian say just now? Does he hatevery much? Now that I'm injured, he definitely won't be with me." He looked at her pitiful appearance and then thought about all the things she had done. He didn't say anything. Seeing this, Monica's tears instantly fell. "Then... What's the point of living?" When Jarold saw her starting to cry, his heart began to soften. No matter what, he had watched her grow up. From the bottom of his heart, he truly liked this girl, Monica, and wanted her to be his granddaughter-in-law.

He didn't have a chance before, but now that he had a chance... He wanted to fight for it, but he didn't expect so many things to happen.

"Alright, Monica, don't be sad. What I promised you before won't change. Don't worry. You will be Sebastian's wife in the future." When Monica heard this, she finally turned from crying to laughing. She nodded her head with ease.

She opened her mouth and was about to say something, but suddenly, she heard a voice.

"Tut, Master Collins, you really grant whatever the outsider requests." A clean and sweet voice cfrom the door.

Monica and Jarold were both startled. They both looked toward the entrance.

A tall woman in a red coat stood there with a sneer on the corner of her mouth, and even her eyes were full of sarcasm.

Because she was going to meet with Jarold, Abigail had put on a red coat, applied heavy makeup, and put on lipstick. She tied up her long hair and wore high heels. Her aura instantly becfierce. She knew what she was here for, so she couldn't lose momentum. She stood at the door, looking at the two people in the room staring at her. Abigail knew that she had succeeded.

She smiled and walked in with her steps. Her high heels clicked om rhythmically on the floor, one after another as if they were stepping on Jarold's chest. Just like that, his turbid eyes stared at Abigail, not daring to move away for a second.

His lips trembled slightly. He had thought that he had seen wrongly, but... that voice was indeed hers. Abigail...

His daughter...

After so many years, she had avoided him and never cback to see him. She didn't even greet him.

He thought that he would never see his daughter again until the end of his life.

He didn't expect...

It wasn't that Abigail didn't notice the expression in Jarold's eyes, but she couldn't be bothered to pay attention to him. She quickly arrived in front of Monica. She said, "If there's no point in living, go to hell then. Why are you crying here?"