He Clings to Me Every Night

Jimmy Gordon’s lips curled up slightly, his voice icy as he slowly spoke, “Chief Daniel Marshall gives you one day to consider. He knows you are looking for Grace Martinez. If you can’t find her, you lose!”

“…”

“What would your son think if he knew that his father is a hypocrite?”

“…”

“Chief Daniel Marshall asked me to tell you that if you aren’t willing to negotiate, he’ll call the police.”

“…”

James Marshall didn’t reply, but his body stiffened momentarily, brief flickers of emotion flashing across his dark eyes.

It was not his wife that he feared, but rather, he was worried for his son.

Clearly, Daniel Marshall had found his Achilles’ heel.

This was a difficult decision, and James was somewhat conflicted, not immediately revealing his stance as he closed his eyes in deep thought.

Jimmy Gordon also fell silent, his profound and untroubled gaze fixed on James, he could wait.

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Bella Thompson remained persistent, brewing soup and congee, even taking Matthew Marshall to the hospital to see the old master.

Even though the old master disliked her and her son, she had to maintain a familiar presence and keep the relationship strong.

Unless the old master had little time left, she had to keep on her toes and continue to live shrewdly to keep her position. Every day involved calculating her moves.

On the surface, Bella Thompson was the considerate and sensible daughter-in-law. She purposely allowed the media to see how she and her son were deeply concerned about the old master. They would accompany him at the hospital every day

, displaying utmost filial piety, and certainly no hint of ulterior motive.

At the least, she and her son had to gain approval in the public eye which will provide them the high ground in the battle of public opinion.

Best if Olivia Jenkins doesn’t visit the hospital anymore, then she would be subjected to public and media ridicule.

As she entered the door and saw two bodyguards sitting in the old master’s sickroom, Bella Thompson’s pupils slightly contracted, but she maintained her composure, revealing nothing of her true feelings.

“Dad, I brought you some chicken soup and fish porridge. I see you are looking much better now. The sun is good today. How about I take you out for a bit of sun after you have the soup?”

Bella Thompson spoke in a soft and gentle tone, the picture of a virtuous wife. But the old master glared at her coldly, “Who are you?”

Suddenly, Bella Thompson frowned, and her lips twitched involuntarily.

Had the old master forgotten about her again?

It seemed like the old master was seriously ill!

Hiding her inner turmoil, Bella Thompson still patiently said: “Dad, I’m your daughter-in-law, Bella! The young man with crutches is my son Matthew Marshall, your grandson.”

The old master blinked, looking puzzled, and only stared at the caregiver in the room.

The caregiver was brought in by Daniel Marshall, the old master liked listening to her.

Aria Douglas adjusted the old master’s sitting posture, and put a pillow under him, then whispered: “She is telling the truth.”

The old master pouted, his eyes unblinkingly fixed on Bella Thompson.

Bella Thompson ladled a bowl of chicken soup, sat by the edge of the bed, and began to feed the old master.

Suddenly, the old master flung his hand, and the entire bowl of chicken soup landed on Bella Thompson’s face and body.

Although the chicken soup was not hot, Bella Thompson was still scared out of her wits and immediately jumped up.

The old master coldly snorted, turning away, ignoring Bella Thompson with an innocent expression.

Fury surged within Bella Thompson, getting increasingly difficult to suppress, but she endured fiercely.

With a fleeting change in her eyes, Bella Thompson quickly regained her calm, acting as if nothing had happened and gently caring for the old master.

“Dad, if you don’t want to have chicken soup, just tell me directly, okay? Your blanket is wet now, let me change it for you.”