The Billionaire’s Treasure Wife

Bruce subconsciously glanced in Lindsey’s direction and repeated, “Conditions?”

Tankard moved his position without moving, firmly blocking his view, and nodded: “If you don’t want to, we won’t force it.”

Bruce heart a bitter laugh, he still made a quick reply: “Whatever the conditions, I agree.”

Tankard said, “Lindsey is still young, you can’t share a room with her or force her to get married until she’s 25.”

“Uh …” Bruce’s entire body was like a lightning strike, trying to see the joke in their faces.

Unfortunately, the three brothers had the same expression on their faces, making it clear that they were taking this condition seriously.

Hanging his head, he stared at his legs and hesitated for several seconds before reluctantly answering, “No problem.”

“And.” Warren spoke coldly, “If Lindsey doesn’t agree to go out with you, you can’t force her.”

Bruce couldn’t even smile bitterly after hearing this, and once again solemnly agreed.

Bruce stayed in the smoking area alone for a few moments, controlling his wheelchair as he slowly slid past.

Ten minutes later, the nurse came over and informed him that only one family member could enter the room at a time. After a few moments of deliberation, Tankard went with the nurse to visit Old Mr. Heard as the representative.

After changing into a sterile gown and doing the appropriate sterilization work, Tankard stepped into Old Mr. Heard’s room with his feet up and tears fell from his eyes.

A month or so ago, Old Mr. Heard was so excited to grab a drink from his brothers, who would have thought he would be like this today.

“Grandpa.” Step by step to the hospital bed, he couldn’t control and knelt down: “Warren is back, do you want to see him.”

Old Mr. Heard struggled to open his eyes and smiled gratefully: “I can’t die yet, don’t you cry.”

“I’m not crying, it’s just that the sand is getting in my eyes.” Tankard’s lips trembled, holding his slightly cold hand through the pain: “How do you feel, is there anything you want to eat, I’ll go prepare it for you.”

“I’m still alive and well.” Old Mr. Heard dozed off his eyelids and breathed roughly: “God will not take me so early.”

Tankard listened, his head gradually drooped, tears instantly blurred Old Mr. Heard sniffed, weakly smiled, did not answer the words.

Tankard’s mouth was open, too sad to speak.

“Well, you don’t feel too bad, go out, I feel a little tired.” Old Mr. Heard sighed quietly, looking tired and exhausted.

Tankard held onto the edge of the bed, stood up with difficulty, and backed out slowly, one step at a time.

Back in the waiting area, he forced a smile and told them how Old Mr. Heard was doing and greeted everyone downstairs to the hotel.

Bruce returned to the hotel and asked Lange to take him back to the guest room instead of joining the siblings.

The Heard family went upstairs and went to Lindsey’s room with the four siblings.

The two of them were also staring at the toes of their shoes in silence, and Lindsey, who had been crying for two days and hadn’t slept well at night, quickly fell asleep on the couch.

Tankard saw this and got up to get a blanket and covered her up carefully.

Lindsey woke up after a while, found the blanket on her body, fumbled and curled up on the sofa, her mind was blank.

It was already dark outside the window, and she didn’t feel hungry or even thirsty. When she thought that her grandfather might not make it, she couldn’t stop the tears from falling.

In the silence, there was a knock at the door.

She quickly wiped away her tears and got up to answer the door. The door opened and Bruce was holding a lunchbox with a concerned look on his face, looking at her silently.

“Come on in.” Lindsey reluctantly tugged at the corners of her lips and turned sideways to let him in.

“My brothers went to the hospital for a specialist consultation, I was afraid you’d wake up hungry and bought you a meal.” Bruce put the lunch box on the coffee table, looked at her red and swollen eyes heartily, and said comfortingly, “Grandpa’s always in good health, don’t worry too much.”

Lindsey pursed her lips and watched him for a second before turning around and going to the bathroom.

She washed her hands and came out, opened her lunch box and just ate a bite or two, when she suddenly heard a sharp knock at the door.

Lindsey instinctively stood up, but suddenly felt a sinking of her shoulders, and saw Bruce’s hand on it.

“I’ll get it!” Bruce held her shoulders down and immediately controlled the wheelchair to slide over.

The moment the room door opened, Lange rushed in covered in blood and casually closed the door. Seeing Bruce unharmed, his body went limp and his back slid down weakly against the door panel.

“Lange!” Bruce yelled, trying to reach out for him, but failed to do so.

Lindsey saw that something was wrong and dropped her lunchbox and ran over. She picked Lange up and checked his pulse and heartbeat, and found that he was okay.

Turning her head to meet Bruce’s worried gaze, she smiled bitterly and said, “It’s just a superficial wound, just take care of it.”Property of Nô)(velDr(a)ma.Org.