Chapter 1114 Differential Treatment
Chapter 1114 Differential Treatment
As soon as she finished speaking, Raymond immediately cast a determined look towards Anthony.
When he went to Micah''s hospital, and if he could call Micah to take an X-ray in person, Anthony would
have to reveal his secrets.
Anthony did not look at Raymond, but he could still catch a glimpse of his unfriendly gaze from the
corner of his eye, causing his brows to furrow suddenly.
In front of several people and the doctor, he let out a soft sigh, not hiding the pain in his eyes.
"What''s wrong?" Mavis asked first.
He ced his palm on his knee and pinched the leg under the bandage. "Suddenly it hurts, I don''t
know why."
The doctor understood in seconds and immediately exined, "Mrs. Cahan, Mr. Cahan has just
undergone a series of treatments and needs to rest properly. It is not rmended to undergo another
X-ray examination at this time as it may affect the recovery of his leg bone from the previous car
ident."
Mavis almost got it if it wasn''t for thest sentence.
In front of the doctor, she didn''t expose the truth but instead said, "Okay, then he''ll go home and rest for
a few days before going to another hospital for further examination."
The doctor smiled and gently nodded his head, "That''s fine. Mr. Cahan doesn''t need to be
hospitalized. You may go."
As soon as the medical staff left, Raymond volunteered to help Anthony push his wheelchair.
"Let me do it. It was my mistake that caused you to fall down the stairs, so I should make up for it."
Anthony disagreed, "You can''t push with one hand. Don''t hurt my left leg and then my right leg, then I''m
really disabled."
He turned his head to look at Mavis again, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Mavis''s slender wrist,
"I''m only relieved when Mrs. Cahan pushes it herself."
Mavis nced at him and ignored his meaningful gaze, helping him push the wheelchair.
Two people were walking ahead, while Raymond was wildly punching the air behind them.
"He''s such a good actor. Why doesn''t he be a movie star? He even dares to boss around his wife
who is about to divorce. He thinks he''s the boss. I don''t believe I can''t expose his tricks in public!"
Raymond spoke under his breath, with tightened brows.
Moore walked alongside him, his expression also serious. "It''s quite outrageous how he used his leg
injury to trap Mavis and enjoy her care and service without a second thought," he said.
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Raymond looked sideways, "Just say what you think, and when my sister and he sessfully divorce, I
will be the first to rmend you to my sister as my brother-inw."
Moore''s eyes lit up, but then he looked at Mavis and Anthony walking not far ahead of him, and his
gaze dimmed again.
Raymond clicked his tongue a few times and put his arm around his buddy''s shoulder. "My sister is
very simple-minded, so you can rest assured that she has no feelings for him anymore. You''ve been by
her side for years, and I''ll speak highly of you to her. She''ll soon realize who is the best match for her."
He remained silent and his expression still showed some disappointment.
Mavis used to show so much hatred towards Anthony, but recently, he noticed that Mavis'' gaze towards
Anthony had changed. Even the previous coldness was gone and reced with extreme warmth.
Was it possible that Mavis acted deliberately to confuse Anthony and make him reveal his true
intentions when he was pretending to be sick?
Moore can only console himself by saying that he was unsure of Mavis''s emotions.
Raymond patted his shoulder and said, "What are you thinking about? Have youe up with any
ideas to deal with Anthony?"
He was silent for a moment, and then said, "Before, when I first arrived in Crana, Anthony gave me a
big gift. He kidnapped me to the hotel and beat me up. For an unscrupulous person like him, we
probably have to try some extreme methods."
Raymond seemed to understand but not quite, "Do you mean...?"
The two of them whispered to each other as if no one was around, discussing with great enthusiasm.
Walking up to the elevator door, Mavis turned around and asked, "What are you two talking about so
enthusiastically?"
Raymond immediately smiled brightly and said, "Mavis, both Moore and I are hungry. We were just
thinking about what delicious food you will make for us tonight to treat us."
Mavis indulgently asked, "What do you want to eat?"
"Tomato sauce seafood spaghetti, butter pineapple bun, stir-fried Portunidae..."
Raymond was listing the dishes while smacking his lips, saying that he was hungry.
Several people entered the elevator together.
Mavis said, "There''s a seafood market downstairs, and it''s easy to find whatever you want to eat.
However, it seems like there are no pineapple buns sold near the apartment. You''ll have to drive a few
kilometers away to thatrge imported supermarket."
Raymond leaned in and looked pleadingly, "Then it''s up to you, Mavis. Let''s go buy someter. I really
want to eat it."
"Okay." She hardly hesitated, then looked at Moore again. "And you, Moore? What would you like to
eat?"
"I haven''t had seafood spaghetti for a long time either, just like Raymond."
"OK."
She silently began to ponder which vegetables to buy, when a gaze that was hard to ignore fell upon
her face.
As soon as she lowered her head, she saw Anthony on the wheelchair.
Those exquisite azure eyes gazed at her with a hint of mncholy, lips slightly parted, as if
contemting what to order.
She decisively jumped ahead and said, "You can eat whatever I do, and you have no right to be picky."
Anthony was speechless.
The difference in treatment was too obvious.
Underground parking lot of the hospital.
Mavis drove, while Raymond and Moore were responsible for lifting Anthony''s wheelchair into the car.
As for Anthony himself, he maintained a calm and proud demeanor, staring off into space.
In less than half an hour, the car stopped outside Green Grove Apartments.
Mavis didn''t get out of the car. "You two have worked hard enough already by carrying him. Just go
back home. I''ll go to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries myself."
"Sure thing," Raymond said. "Just be careful on your own."
Mavis smiled. "It''s only a few kilometers away. I''ll be perfectly safe."
As the small car left down the narrow street, Raymond and Moore exchanged nces before slowly
approaching Anthony.
Anthony had already noticed that they were up to something but remained unfazed since both men
were too weak to pose any real threat against him even if there were ten more like them present at that
moment.
Raymond stood with one of his hands on his hips and looked up at Anthony with his chin held high.
"Don''t pretend anymore now that Mavis is gone," he said usingly. "Either you stand up yourself and
carry your wheelchair upstairs or let us do it for you so we can throw you down again?"
As soon as he finished speaking, Anthony pulled out his phone slowly ying back an audio recording
of what Raymond had just said moments ago.
A wicked smile crept across Anthony''s face as he spoke nonchntly, "If you help me carry my chair
upstairs, then I''ll delete this recording, but if not, then I''ll hand it over to NIB because intentionally
hurting someone has consequences."
Between a few words, Anthony managed to get under Raymond''s nerve again, leaving him fuming with
anger. "Anthony, you are so cunning! How can there be such a shameless viin like you in this world?"
he eximed.
Seeing that things might escte further, Moore quickly intervened, "Alright Raymond, it''s no big deal,"
He said calmly while trying to defuse tensions between them both. "Your right arm is injured so why
don''t you take a taxi instead? Go find Mavis at the supermarket and help her carry her groceries
instead while leaving this task here with me."