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Charlie continued, “He mentioned that he just saw Estelle from afar sitting in the garden. Even though
he couldn’t see clearly, he had a strong impression of Estelle due to thest incident, so he was certain
he wasn’t mistaken.”
Jonathan tossed his pool cue on the table, his expression cold as ice, took out his phone and made a
call, “Tell all thepanies under Cloud Top Corporation and Pure City CO. to sever ties with the Scott
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Group. If they refuse, put them on the cklist of the Lamont Group!”
Jonathan made several calls in a row.
Charlie, listening to the side, snickered, “What are you up to? Finally found a way to vent?”
Jonathan’s gaze was icy and fierce, “Even the things I don’t want, Manley doesn’t deserve to haver
Two dayster
In a private mansion in the suburbs, Manley held a bowl of newly cooked medicinal soup from the
kitchen to give to Estelle.
Estelle, although blind, had be more sensitive to sound, so she heard Manley as soon as he
approached the door and immediately pretended to be asleep.
Manley put the soup bowl down and nced at the girl on the bed, couldn’t help but chuckle, “Quit
pretending, hurry up and drink this soup.”
Estelle didn’t move, her eyes closed.
Manley sat by the bed, bending over to look at the girl, his eyes full of tenderness, “Come on, drink up,
it’s good for your recovery!”
Estelle still refused to wake up.
“If you don’t wake up, I’ll have to tickle you!” Manley said, reaching to dig into the nket.
Estelle immediately opened her eyes, looking helplessly at Manley, “If I’ve done something wrong, let
god punish me. Please stop making me drink these medicinal soups and torturing me, okay?”
Who knew where he found those nutritionists, the medicinal soups they made tasted awful and hard to
swallow. After drinking it once, she felt her life was fading away!
Manley looked at her unfocused eyes, his heart ached. But he still managed to smile, trying to coax
her, “Come on, drink it one more time, I promise it tastes better than before!”
“I won’t!” Estelle was firm.
Manley had never seen this side of Estelle, a little stubborn and a little yful. Perhaps it was because
she lost her sight, she was no longer as aloof as before, which he found very endearing.
His heart hurt for her and softened. He could only resort to his trump card, bringing out something else
in his hand, knocking on it with his fingers.
“Knock knock knock!” His fingertip knocked on the lid, making a crisp sound. “I had the chef make ice
cream, half chocte, half peach. Want to try?” Estelle frowned in dilemma. She knew if she wanted to
eat, she had to pay the price. She sighed, “I have one more condition!”
“You name it!” Manley said with augh.
“Let me sit in the garden for a while.” Estelle said immediately.
She had been pestering Manley to take her to sit in the garden, but Magdalen happened to see and
scolded Manley, saying Estelle’s wounds couldn’t be exposed to the wind.
Since that day, Manley wouldn’t let her go out.
It was nearing the end of spring, the wind blowing in from the window had a fresh scent, she really
wanted to go out.
“Alright, the weather is nice today, I’ll take you out!” Manley agreed immediately.
Estelle also readily reached out her hand, “Pass me the bowl!”
Perhaps because she was looking forward to the ice cream and the chance to get some fresh air, the
medicinal soup didn’t taste as bad.
She didn’t know that every time sheined about the taste of the soup, Manley would ask the
kitchen to repeatedly revise the recipe. In order to help her taste test, he himself drank nearly ten
bowls.
What she was drinking now was the product of the nutritionist’s repeated revisions.
After finishing the soup, Manley lifted Estelle onto the wheelchair and pushed her out to bask in the
sun.