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“Don’t bother, I'm not going to agree to this,” Samuel replied, his tone dead serious.

“There was an accident at your mom’s company’s anniversary party tonight. She got seriously hurt,” Jeffrey said.

“She chand didn’t get any treatment.”

Samuel's heart clenched. “Wait, weren't you there?”

“A crystal chandelier fell from the ceiling, but | was too far away to do anything,” Jeffrey said, voice tense.

Samuel fell silent. Normally, he would quickly spot the flaws in the situation. But right now, his mind was filled

with images of Rebecca being injured, making it hard for him to think as clearly as usual. “Really?”

Jeffrey nodded seriously. “It is.”

Samuel hung up on Jeffrey and immediately dialed Rebecca’s number. Her phone, left buzzing on the couch,

went completely unheard by Rebecca, who was in the shower. But Jeffrey, standing right by the door, caught

every single ring.

His hand unconsciously tightened around the phone. He prayed that Rebecca was either in the middle of

washing up or blow-drying her hair and hadn’t heard anything.

This time, fate was on his side. The call rang a few times and then cut off. Just then, Samuel's call popped up on

his phone. “Alright, you can cin, but you better not be mean to Mom.”

“Sure, your rules,” Jeffrey replied, keeping a straight face.

“Don’t get handsy with Mom,” Samuel warned, tossing off his blanket and hopping out of bed to pull on his

shoes.

“If your mom passes out, how am | supposed to get her to the hospital without touching her?” Jeffrey, sly as

ever, shot back. “And who's gonna take care of her wounds if | can’t even help?”

Samuel froze on the stairs. Jeffrey kept going. “If you keep hesitating and something actually happens to your

mom.”

Samuel scrambled down the stairs, his little legs thumping with every step. “But once you go in, you have to

keepupdated about Mom. Better yet, do a video call.”

“Alright,” Jeffrey replied. “What's the door code?” After Jeffrey had used a key to get in last time, Rebecca

changed the lock to a keypad.

Samuel really didn’t want to say it, but for Rebecca's safety, he told him anyway. He could always change it later.

“It’s my birthday plus the last four digits of Mom’s phone number.”

Jeffrey just said “okay” and hung up. To make sure he wouldn’t be bothered when real business started later, he

switched his phone to silent mode on purpose.

Samuel dashed downstairs, blurting out to Victor that he needed to head over to Maple Garden ASAP. Victor tried

to call Jeffrey to ask what was going on, but Samuel just flipped open his call history for Victor to see.

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“Dad's busy patching Mom up.’

Victor paused, uncertain for a moment, but with Jeffrey ignoring the call, he ended up driving Samuel over

anyway.

After getting into the car, Samuel, sitting in the back seat, called his dad. He couldn't believe him. But just to be

safe, he could only temporarily let him in for now.

Jeffrey entered the code on the keypad and slipped through the door. He shut it with a heavy thud, making sure

it was locked behind him.

While showering, Rebecca thought she heard snoise. When she strained to listen, she couldn't detect

anything. Just to be safe, she locked the bathroom door and quickly finished her shower.

In the living room, Rebecca’s phone was lying all alone on the couch. Jeffrey sat right beside it, his gaze growing

colder as he listened to the faint sounds drifting from the bathroom.

Five minutes later, the bathroom door swung open. Rebecca stepped out in her pajamas, totally on guard,

clutching a glass bottle like she was ready to go full defense mode if anything happened.

“Why are you creeping around like a burglar in your own house?” Jeffrey couldn't help teasing, raising an

eyebrow at how cautious she looked.

Rebecca’s wariness quickly turned to irritation as she snapped, “What are you doing here?” She couldn't help but

glance over at the door, just to check.

She'd even asked the landlord to swap out the old lock for a smart one, all just so Jeffrey couldn't stroll in with a

key whenever he felt like it.

“Hey, don’t givethat look. Samuel gavethe code himself,” Jeffrey said, handing over her phone.

“Seriously, if you don’t believe me, just ask him.”

Rebecca eyed him warily and took the phone. Sure enough, there was one missed call from Samuel. She dialed

Samuel back, but her suspicion toward Jeffrey didn’t fade one bit.

“Mom.” Samuel's voice burst out, filled with worry. “Are you alright?”

Rebecca really had no clue what Jeffrey had told Samuel. “Huh?” she asked, a frown settling on her face.

“Dad said you were seriously hurt, and when you didn’t answer your phone, | got worried, so | gave him the code

to let him in,” Samuel said, laying it all out. “Is it true? Are you okay?”

“I'm really fine, not hurt at all,” Rebecca said, shooting Jeffrey a look full of annoyance. ‘He’s even lying to his

own kid?‘ Rebecca thought, her irritation boiling over.

“Isn't that an injury?” Jeffrey's gaze fell on the wound on her ankle where glass shards had cut her. Even from

this angle, he could see the tender flesh beneath the skin. “Chere and letapply smedicine.”

Samuel, still on the call, overheard everything. “Mom, just treat the wound first. I'm coming over right now.”

Rebecca was about to say something more, but Samuel hung up the phone. To case her worries, he sent her a

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“Do you seriously find this entertaining?” Rebecca glared at Jeffrey. “You're even dragging our kid into this.”

Jeffrey didn’t bother replying. Instead, he grabbed her wrist, pulled her down onto the couch, and before she

could move, he ordered in a low voice, “Don’t move.”

Rebecca opened her mouth to protest. But before Rebecca could get a word out, Jeffrey picked up a cotton swab

and started disinfecting the cut, treating her like she was srare gem or something, so careful, worried he

might hurt her.

Rebecca held back her feelings and snatched the cotton swab right out of his hand, cleaning the wound herself

and hastily covering it with two Band-Aids.

The whole thing seriously stung. The instant the alcohol hit, she almost cried out.

But she was too mad to look weak in front of Jeffrey, so she kept a straight face and powered through, even

snapping, “With how gentle you go, the wound would heal by itself before the meds con.”

Jeffrey's gaze landed on her face. Rebecca squirmed under his stare and said coldly, “You can go now.”

“Turns out you can really grit your teeth!” Jeffrey called her out without hesitation.

Rebecca could only pause, momentarily lost for words. ‘Is he physically incapable of keeping his mouth shut?"

she thought, exasperated.

Jeffrey shot a look at the messy Band-Aids she’d slapped on. “If you wrap it up like that, it'll get infected and

start getting nasty. You might even need a doctor to cut out the bad part later.”

Rebecca pictured that for a second, a whole nightmare movie playing in her head. She shivered, and weirdly, her

ankle instantly started aching even more.

“Chere,” Jeffrey ordered, his stare unyielding, voice leaving her no space to argue. “Letfix that up for

you.”

Rebecca stayed right where she was. She had zero interest in any physical contact with him, and she wanted

nothing to do with his pretend affection.

“No,” she replied, icy and firm, then grabbed her phone to look up the proper way to clean and dress her wound

online.