Chapter 294 Regrets


    With the itching stopped, Emily red at Mason and demanded loudly, "What''s going on? Have you


    been messing around with others behind my back? How else could I have caught an STD?"


    Emily wanted to keep her own infidelity a secret.


    "I... I haven’t," Mason replied, his guilt making his voice falter. After all, he had indeed been


    unfaithful often, sometimes not using protection for the thrill of it.


    "Are you feeling guilty?" Emily had an iron grip on Mason; she knew very well he had indulged with


    other women. She nned to use this opportunity to keep him in line, ensuring her own affairs


    would be easier in the future. She figured, since Mason was cheating, she was entitled to her


    infidelities as well.


    Emily had married Mason not for love, but because he was the wealthiest of her suitors. Her


    marriage was for financial security, while her affair was for love—pure and unadulterated.


    Mason, oblivious to Emily''s ns and her affair, was defensive due to his own infidelity and could


    only deny it.


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    "I... I haven’t cheated on you!"


    "You''re stuttering. What’s the matter?"


    "I''m worried about you. I don’t want anything to happen to you."


    "If you hadn’t cheated, why would I get an STD?"


    "Who said you have an STD? You believe that country boy’s nonsense? I say the pimples on your


    face are because you''re not used to the environment here. Maybe something you ate at lunch


    caused an allergic reaction."


    Then, something dawned on Mason. "Right! We had wild mushrooms in one of the dishes, and you


    ate a lot of those. I suspect it''s those mushrooms; you''ve been poisoned!"


    "Heh!" Brittanyughed coldly before chiming in. "It''s just an STD; no big deal! Just admit it, and let


    the country boy treat you. Otherwise, if it gets worse and bes untreatable, you could even die.


    Don''te to regret itter!"


    "Brittany, stop spouting nonsense here! STD? You''re the one with an STD! I''ve been poisoned by


    wild mushrooms; it''s not an STD!"


    "Emily, not just you ate those wild mushrooms, I also had plenty. But look at my face—clear and


    pimple-free. Unlike you, face full of pimples, covered in cow dung. Disgusting."


    "Enough, both of you! Stop it!" Oliver interrupted the quarrel, turning to Daniel. "Can you really


    practice medicine?"


    "I learned from the vige doctor, so I know a bit."


    Daniel was nothing if not modest, perhaps too modest. If his life-saving medical skills were


    considered "a bit," then all of America''s doctors wouldn’t qualify as physicians.


    "Will you examine me then?"


    "Sure!"


    Daniel rolled up Oliver''s trouser leg and began pressing around the area with his hands.