Queen Revenge

Nancy Richter still has a problem with me, and the contempt in her words is undisguised.

I was about to go back to lying in the hospital bed when I heard Walker Richter add, “I mean it was pretty hard for her to hit her head.”

“What?” Nancy Richter exclaimed, “Did she really blow her brains out? Second brother, I’m afraid it’s not that she lied to you, just that slight concussion can be knocked out where, I think it’s 80% that she’s just putting on a show, wanting you to take care of her in the hospital, you didn’t see that she’s been so pleased with herself lately, and also, Pheobe’s sister’s side …”

Walker Richter interrupted her, “The company’s been pretty busy lately, so if you’ve got nothing to do, help out a little.”

That sounds pretty defensive of me.

Finally just heard Nancy Richter wrongly shouted Ergo and left, listening to the footsteps, walking a bit sharply, it seems that Walker Richter’s maintenance exasperated her.

Hearing the footsteps go away, I immediately lay back down on the bed, and within a few moments Walker Richter pushed his way through the door, carrying a brain tonic soup in his hand.

“Awake, just in time to drink the soup while it’s hot and replenish the place.” Walker Richter’s long, slender index finger nudged his head.

As soon as the lid of the lunchbox was opened, an unpleasant odor wafted out, making people sick to their stomachs.

Walker Richter has been making me drink these messy soups every day since I said I hurt my head, euphemistically called a brain tonic, and I’m so remorseful that I’m lifting a rock and hitting my own foot.

I frowned and was very resistant, “Honey, I’m better, so I don’t have to drink it.”

He was so sweet, he served the soup in front of me, “I’ll decide if it’s good or not, drink it.”

I took the bowl of soup with almost trembling hands, and it’s no exaggeration to say that the smell drilled into my nostrils and made my stomach flip and I almost threw up, this time the smell was stronger than the previous times.

I pouted at him, “Honey, I really can’t drink this, I’m really good, just stop.”

At this time the nurse came in and said with an envious face, “Ms. Richter, you are so lucky, Mr. Richter brings you tonic soup every day, look envious of us.”

I’m so close to tears.

I glanced at Walker Richter, who had his gaze fixed on me and a look of intense favor in his eyes, as if we were really much in love.

“Huh.” I laughed dryly, pinched my nose, gulped, and closed my eyes, as determined as if I were going to the execution ground, and

The bowl was up to his mouth when suddenly the bowl was taken from his hand.

“Okay.”

As soon as I opened my eyes, I saw Walker Richter placing the bowl of soup on the table and saying, “Get discharged today, and go live over at the old mansion when you’re discharged.”

Walker Richter can really change his face faster than the weather.

It’s completely puzzling.

I was discharged in half an hour, Emily was waiting at the hospital entrance, and Walker Richter was already planning on discharging me today.

After all, I was in a car accident and hurt my leg bones, and now I can only walk with a cane, and when the roads are slippery in the snow, Walker Richter has a wheelchair for me, and as soon as I sit down on it, I have the feeling as if I’m so serious that I’ll be confined to a wheelchair for the rest of my life.

Emily drove me back to the old mansion, Walker Richter had a prior engagement.

sweetheart was also received into the old mansion to take care of, Mr. Richter’s mother had already had the room cleaned up, as soon as I returned to the old mansion, the old lady let Fin Wilson assist me to go to my room to rest.

Fin Wilson admonished, “Walker said you can’t put too much force on this leg yet, and you shouldn’t walk around, and if you need anything just call me or ask your aunties and the girls to help.”

“Thanks mom.” I smiled and said thank you, I don’t have much contact with Fin Wilson, she gives me the feeling of dullness, although she is Charles Richter’s wife, in this the Richter family but as if transparent, also not housekeeping, not like other broad wife to go out to the beauty of the pastime, she is almost always in the house, trimming a little flower branches, holding the little teddy amusement.

Fin Wilson smiled, poured me a glass of warm water and went out.

The Richter family old house is very beautiful, I sat in front of the window, looking at the beauty of the garden downstairs, but could not produce a point to appreciate the mood, but rather feel very uncomfortable, as if there are eyes in the dark staring at the same.

My heart hangs on Fiona Croix, wondering if she’s awake yet, and now that I’m in THE Richter family, I can’t get out to visit.

Jane Hasis went to see me in the hospital to find out that I was out of the hospital, and called to find out that I had gone back to the old house to recuperate, and she couldn’t stop smiling, and told me to take advantage of the opportunity to cultivate a relationship with Walker Richter, and that it would be nice to conceive another one and have a boy.

After the car accident, I’m more interested in finding out what happened to my kids and getting away from THE Richter family sooner rather than later.NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

I can’t really go to work for Walker Richter and live as Bella Hill for the rest of my life.

To find the baby, you have to find Randy Pan, and that’s all until my leg heals.

The time spent recuperating from my injuries was torturous, and the first night at THE Richter family’s old mansion, I was nearly exposed.

After an early dinner that night, I made my excuses and rested.

Who knows in the middle of the night, Walker Richter suddenly came back, I felt the bed behind me collapsed a piece, immediately opened my eyes and sat up, because the movement is too large, pulled the wound, the pain I grimace.

But those aches and pains are nothing compared to seeing Walker Richter take off his jacket in front of me with a look of readiness to rest here.

“What are you doing undressing.” I stammered in shock as I held the covers over my chest.

“Undressing is naturally sleeping.” Walker Richter had a matter-of-fact look on his face as he gracefully unbuttoned his shirt one by one.

“Who told you to sleep here, this is my room.”

Walker Richter’s gaze ghosted over and his face reminded, “This is the old mansion, do you want the whole THE Richter family to know we sleep in separate rooms?”

It was only after he reminded me that I reacted.

Walker Richter had to maintain the appearance that he and I were on good terms in our marriage in front of Mr. Richter’s mother, so naturally we couldn’t sleep in separate rooms.

But let me share a room with Walker Richter …

“Why do we have to go back to the old mansion to live, can’t we just go back to Pear orchard?”

Walker Richter shook out his shirt and put it on the drying rack, “Grandma’s request.”

“What about at night?” I looked at the two meter wide bed, although I spent some time in the hospital with Walker Richter, but this is not like the hospital, two people sleeping in a bed …

I shook my head secretly, shaking the juvenile images out of my mind.

“You don’t want me to stay?” Walker Richter suddenly leaned in very close, his hands propped up on the bed, the distinctive scent of tobacco lingering on the tip of his nose, his magnetic, low voice containing a touch of indescribable compulsion.

The cheeks suddenly burned.

“I… I… I… …”

The heart skipped a beat again, something that used to only happen when you saw Ulysses Will.

No, it can’t be.

How could I possibly have a heart for Walker Richter.

Just as the sky was the limit in my mind, Walker Richter suddenly took the pillow over to me, straightened up, and looked at me condescendingly, “Did you really think I was going to do anything to you?”

The light tone was laced with a touch of sarcasm.

His words were like a pot of cold water poured down, and his heart immediately returned to its normal beating rate.

He pointed to the couch next to him, “I’ll sleep here tonight.”