Chapter 1182 The Descendent Of The Su Family
The matter of disinfecting Watkins'' wound absorbed Erica''s attention entirely. When she heard the front
door open and then shut, she thought nothing of it, supposing the driver had gone out.
Little did she know that she was wrong; in fact, it was her husbanding in.
As soon as Matthew had finished his business trip, he''d rushed straight home without even visiting the
office.
He was unpleasantly surprised when he opened the door, for the first thing he saw was his wife,
squatting in front of a strange man and dealing with his wound.
Matthew''s face darkened at this eyesore. When he was in a mood like this, he seemed to give off an
uncanny aura that lowered the temperature in the room.
The driver, who was still inside the house, turned at the sound of the door. Seeing Matthew approach,
he nodded respectfully. "Mr. Huo!"
Only then did Erica realize that her husband was back.
Joy shed through her eyes, but when she saw the man''s cold expression, her memory of the
unhappiness between them a few days ago came rushing back. Sobered at once, she silently went
back to spraying Watkins'' wound with the disinfectant.
Just steps away, Matthew came to a stop and took in the exceptionally unhappy scene before him.
When the two men''s eyes met, Watkins spoke first and awkwardly extended his hand, smiling. "Hello."
He was quite embarrassed when Matthew ignored him entirely, neither responding nor shaking his
hand.
Erica left off with the disinfectant and said, "Well, it''s no good to spray any more. Your wound is too
deep, and you really need to go to the hospital."
"Well, thanks anyway." As soon as Watkins said this, his phone rang and he answered it. "Hello? Yeah,
I''m here. Yes, I''m on my way now."
With that, he put the phone away and got up. "Erica, thank you very much," he said emphatically. "I''m
sure you''ve saved my life, and I will repay you someday. But my friend is here, so I''ll be going now."
Erica waved her hand. "You don''t need to repay me. Just get going. And please, don''t dy in going to
the hospital."
"All right."
Saying this, Watkins turned toward the door, but just then a spasm went through him, and his knees
wobbled. Without thinking, Erica caught him by the arm. "Are you okay?"
The atmosphere in the living room was thick with awkwardness as Matthew stood by, silent and
ignored.
Despite doing nothing, his presence was enough to put a lot of pressure on Watkins.
The injured man quickly freed himself from Erica''s grip, his face frozen in a nervous parody of a smile.
"I''ll be fine. I''m sorry to disturb you at thiste hour. Goodbye!"
With a perfunctory nod at Matthew, he gritted his teeth and marched out toward the gate of the vi. In
his haste, he left his coat behind, though neither of his hosts noticed this.
Matthew''s voice stopped him. "Wait!"
Even more on edge than before, Watkins stopped in the doorway and turned.
As Erica watched uneasily, her husband went on, "My wife saved your life today, but you don''t have to
pay her back in the future. It''s just a small favor. And for that matter, you don''t need to see her in the
future, either."
Watkins'' smile splintered and fell in ruins. There was no mistaking the man''s hostility to him now. "Yes, I
got it. Thank you, sir and madam. I''m leaving now."
Matthew watched him go, and Erica went to pack up the first aid kit.
At the first sight of Matthew, the driver had sensed that something was wrong with him. Now that he
had the chance to leave, he immediately took Watkins'' coat and followed him out of the vi.
For a brief moment, Erica looked through the window at Watkins, pretending to be strong as he left,
and she shook her head helplessly.
Her husband was so heartless. This man had been injured and he was trying to be polite and gracious,
but Matthew showed him no sympathy or warmth. ''He''s got one hell of a bad temper!'' she cursed
silently.
As she went to put the first aid kit away, she passed in front of Matthew, who sneered in a low voice, "I
didn''t know that my wife is a doctor." In fact, he was genuinely a bit surprised at the patience she had
shown, taking care of a stranger.
Erica snorted. "There are many things that you don''t know about me!" Not wanting to actually start an
argument, she headed for the stairs.
But Matthew grabbed her by the wrist. "Who is that man?"
"He has nothing to do with you," Erica retorted. Normally she might not have been difficult about it, but
she definitely didn''t want to talk to Matthew while he was in this mood.
Matthew gave her a jerk, and Erica fell into his arms. Chest-to-chest with her, Matthew said in a low
voice, "Of course it has something to do with me. Shouldn''t I ask why you brought another man into our
house?"
It was then that he noticed she was wearing makeup and lipstick, which was not something she ever
liked putting on. Matthew''s face hardened with fury—it must have had something to do with that
stranger.
Irritated by her husband''s inexplicable temper, Erica matched his re. "It''s none of your business!
Have I ever meddled in your affairs with other women? What, are you blind? Didn''t you see that he was
hurt?"
Did he think she would take care of some stranger without a serious reason? She had hit Watkins with
her car. Surely that was serious enough!
"So his injury is the reason you took him into our home?" Matthew demanded.
"Yes! If you have a problem with that, you can always bring a few women home yourself! You could get
a lot in here, I''m sure—not that any of them will be able to stand you for long!"
The way Erica saw it, there was no way that the women who seemed to like Matthew could deal with
his temper, no matter how handsome and rich he was.
Matthew abruptly let go of her, took out his phone, and dialed a number. "There''s a man who just
walked out of the vi. Get rid of him!" His tone was as cold and ruthless as someone from hell.
Erica''s heart was in her throat when she heard that. As Matthew turned and started to walk away, she
tried to block him.
"You can''t do this!" she cried as he went past her.
"Matthew Huo, if you dare to hurt him, I swear I''ll go tie up Phoebe right now, and hang her at the
school gate for three days and three nights!"
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"Whatever! See if I care!" Her husband disappeared into the kitchen without looking back.
Erica was even more shocked than before. ''Whatever? How could this man say this? Isn''t Phoebe
supposed to be the woman who really has his heart? Or is he just this cruel to all his women?''
Clenching her teeth, she dropped the first aid kit and stormed after him. "Don''t forget that Phoebe is
pregnant. She might lose her baby after being hung at the school gate for one day, let alone being
hung for three days. What if you lost her and the baby?"
Matthew turned on her with mes in his eyes. "Then I''ll use your child to make up for her!" he retorted.
Erica squinted at him, uncertain. ''My child? Does he mean Ethan? Ha, why not? Ethan is in fact the
descendant of the Su family!'' "Okay, deal," she said savagely. "I''ll go tie up Phoebe right now!"
More than ever, she was bing aware of what sort of man she was dealing with. Matthew would be
just as cruel to his goddess as he was to his actualwful wife. He''d actually asked her to use Ethan to
make up for Phoebe if she lost her baby.
"Stop!" Matthew yelled as she turned away.
With a snort, Erica did as she was told and faced him again.
Expressionless, Matthew walked up and looked into her eyes. "Are you sure you are Ethan''s biological
mother?"
''Huh? Why would he suddenly ask that? Does he suspect something?'' Vignce shed in Erica''s
eyes. "Of... Of course I am."
Matthew didn''t fail to notice his wife''s hesitation. In his opinion, any normal red-blooded person
wouldn''t give away even a pet, let alone a baby, after having them for more than half a year. But Erica
was such a simple, soft-hearted girl. How could she possibly have parted with Ethan so willingly?