Chapter 207
Her Billionaire Husband
At the same time, Hendric, who was on a business trip, took a flight back to the country and made a das
h to the hospital as soon as the nended.
When he saw that Xavier and Melissa were fine in the VIP patient room, a wave of relief washed over hi
m.
“D–Dad, you‘re f–
finally here.” When she saw her father, Melissa burst into tears as her fragile heart was crushed after hav
ing her lege injured.
At the sight of her tear–
stained face, his heart throbbed in pain. The family had always treated her as the apple of their eyes, yet
she was now injured.
cing his briefcase aside, he strode over and lifted the quilt to take a look at her condition. “How do you
feel? What did the doctor say?”
“Sobs. I–I have to rest for at least three months. It hurts, Dad,” whined the pale–
faced girl whose voice was
choked up. The sheer sight of her forlorn state would have caused anyone to feel sorry for her.
Attempting tofort her, Hendric patted her shoulder. “As long as you‘re alright. Don‘t worry about it. Yo
u‘ll recover soon. Speaking about it, the Kings Family have gone overboard this time!”
Having said that, he nced
at Xavier with an icy gaze before making his way toward his bed. Ever since Hendric had entered the roo
m, Xavier had been phubbing with his head low in anguid manner. In truth, he actually listened
attentively to the conversation just now.
They were all Hendric‘s children, yet he only had his eyes on a few of them and there would never be roo
m for Xavier.
Such thoughts fleeted across Xavier‘s mind before a pnded on his face
at the very next second. Feeling the stinging pain on his cheek, he looked sideways.
Because of
last night‘s incident, not a part of his body was free of blemishes. He was badly bruised; even his face wa
s beaten ck and blue.
Despite that, neither did Hendricfort him nor did he ask for the cause. Instead, he straight upnded
a p on Xavier‘s face.
“Dad, what are you doing? He had nothing to do with this.” Even Melissa was taken
aback by the sudden hit that she voiced our her brother‘s innocence
“Hmphille is your ipetent brother who can‘t take good care of yout” Hendric‘s chest heaved heavily i
n wrath.
Hearing that, Xavier snorted in ridicule. Though his check hurt, he did not lift a finger to massage it; he p
oked it with his tongue instead. As he shed a contemptuous smile, his face was ring with disgust.
What a ‘good‘ father I have here.
“Dad, it‘s not Xavier‘s fault. It‘s all because of that b*tch, Veronica Murphy!”
She and Veronica got along well at the beginning, but the rtionship took a turn after she had witnesse
d Veronica‘s ruthless side with her own eyes. The seedling of hostility sprouted in her overnight.
“It‘s her! It‘s all because of her! She took the gun and hurt us! D–
Dad, Xavier is innocent!” Melissa exined while tears were wetting her cheeks.
“Innocent, my foot. It‘s not like you don‘t know that your silly brother likes Veronica. Now look at himself.
What did he get in the end? Veronica is still wagging her tail at Matthew, that motherf*cker. F*ck! How da
re they touch my daughter! They‘re not getting away from this!” Hendric mmed the table in a fit of rage
.
The silent Xavier finally piped up, “Why don‘t you ask your filial daughter what she has done?”
Even if he cared for his sister, he knew well that he shouldn‘t lose his sense
of right and wrong. This time, Melissa was the one in the wrong.
“I don‘t give a fig about the truth! Anyone who dares toy a finger on my daughter deserves to die!” As t
he seething ire got the best of him, Hendric pointed at Xavier. “Stay away from that b*tch. I will make sur
e to tear her into pieces!”
At that moment, Xavier could feel the murderous resentment bearing in Hendric to his bones. He didn‘t st
op the man, though. Whether it was the disappointment directed at Melissa or Hendric–
or it could‘ve been both–he remained silent until the end.
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Beneath its deceptive tranquility, there was an insidious storm raging in Bloomstead.
Though
Veronica had the liberty to wander anywhere she fancied without bumping into the reporters, she had a s
trong feeling that something was yoing to happen.
Her biggest worry would be her adoptive parents, who were currently residing
in the countryside. Someone might hurt them. She promised herself that she would leave Matthew and st
ay out of the struggle between the rich and powerful. However, she
couldn‘t sever theplicated ties with the Kings Family, though she seemed to have had nothing to do
with them. She was now worried about her own safety. Still, there was someone else caring for her in the
shrouds.
After knowing that the abortion was forced upon Tiffany, Floch and his wife reprimanded the Kings Family
*That Matthew is such trash. Even if it isn‘t his baby, he shouldn‘t have done that to you! Besides, what if y
be pregnant in the
future?” With hands on his waist, Floch roved back and forth in the patient room with a haggard expressio
Rachel, who was sitting on the chair, calmed her daughter patiently with a soothing voice, “Don‘t worry too
“That‘s right. Cheer up, Tiffany.”
“You‘re still young. As long as you take good care
of your body, you can bear a baby again. And I can introduce you to someone better than Matthew.”
The distressed couple tried to provide sce to Tiffany, yet those words were like a thrusting knife that pie
Finally, she couldn‘t stand it anymore as she said, “Please, leave. I need a moment to myself.”
Her parents were left speechless. After a moment of silence, they decided to ask a maid to look after her b
“Judging from how things have transpired until now, I fret that Veronica will cause more trouble than this.”
Letting out a sigh, Floch shook his head helplessly. His tapping fingers on the steering wheel had given hi
Feeling equally agitated, Rachel kneaded her forehead. “We‘ve been covering for Veronica this whole yea
us a lot.”
“Regardless, this is our mission.” Floch held her hand. “But if something happens to you, I‘ll me myself
After hearing his words, she smiled bitterly as her eyes started to tear up. Due to the silence, a heavy atm