Chapter 257
Calvin stroked his chin, pondered for a moment, and made the suggestion confidently.
To pretend weak?
I was tall and strong, how?!
Bryan frowned and found it difficult to trust Calvin.
“To pretend to be sick…” Calvin explained with patience. Bryan fell silent, so Calvin knew that Bryan
didn’t get the hints.
“She’s a doctor.” Bryan emphasized.
“Show her your wound. You may deliberately hurt yourself if your wife is that smart.”
Bryan was speechless.
He hung up the phone without hesitation.
Calvin still had a lot to say.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇt“How heartless! He hung up the phone without a thanks after taking my good advice away.”
It was already past nine o’clock in the evening when Finley arrived at the mansion.
She deliberately dined out with Allison and didn’t come back until nine o’clock.
The atmosphere in the mansion was heavy and weird.
Kate looked worried.
Jason looked sad.
Harry looked distressed.
Finley walked to Harry and asked, “What happened?”
With his head down, Harry started his show after a long sigh. “Mrs. Turner, you are finally back. Mr.
Turner wanted to make dinner for you tonight, but…”
“What’s wrong with him?” Finley asked nervously, and her heart skipped a beat.
“The pot blew up, and then his hand got burned.”
Kate added.
“The pot blew up?” Hearing this, Finley was worried. It was terrible, so how was the kitchen now?
Finley ran to the kitchen.
Harry was shocked. Mrs. Turner, what was more important to you, the pot or Mr. Turner? Shouldn’t you
go upstairs to check on your husband first? Why did you run to the kitchen?
Finley looked at the scene of the explosion in the kitchen.
In the kitchen, a broken pot was on the ground, and there were dishes everywhere.
The kitchen was in a mess.
It seemed an explosion did have happened.
However, why hadn’t the servants done the cleaning after such a long time?
Skeptical!
At the door of the kitchen, Harry and Kate looked at Finley in a daze. They looked a bit nervous.
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmFinley had doubts in her mind. It was weird.
Bryan was injured. These people must be worried about Byran, why didn’t they stay upstairs to take care
of their injured boss?
They seemed to have been waiting for me all the time.
It seemed I was their target.
Finley reached a conclusion.
Something was wrong.
After coming out of the kitchen, Finley went upstairs.
Harry and Kate followed behind.
“Did you get a doctor to treat his wound?” Finley asked calmly.
“No. Mr. Turner was frustrated. He was mad at his bad performance in cooking and refused the
treatment. He was throwing a tantrum in his room,” Kate explained.
“Oh, got you!” Finley nodded and sped up her pace to the bedroom.
Without a knock, Finley pushed the door open and walked into the bedroom.
Caught off guard, Bryan threw his phone away and immediately lay on the bed with his back against
Finley.