Mr. Marcus looked at the number displayed on his phone, Jessica's phone?! He frowned. Who is this? "At home!" "My Mommy had an accident, and the doctor wants to amputate. I refuse. Can you help me talk to the doctor?" Henry briefly explained the situation. Mr. Marcus stood up with a swish. His actions were too abrupt, and the files on the table were scattered. Mr. Marcus had a grave face, without any hesitation. He grabbed his car keys and swiftly left, commanding as he walked, "Give the phone to the doctor!" Henry obediently handed the phone to the doctor. The doctor took it, and upon hearing Mr. Marcus identify himself, his attitude immediately became respectful. "How is the patient's condition?" The doctor dared not conceal anything and told Mr. Marcus about Jessica's condition in detail. He emphasized, "The patient's condition is very critical. If we don't perform the surgery, there definitely be a risk to her life. It's just that her child is too stubborn and refuses..." Ma
Mr. Miller looked at the man's back and felt much calmer. He might be Henry's father. With him around, Mr. Miller felt a lot of reassurance. Although he didn't know the specifics of the situation, when a family faced a disaster, they always hoped for a pair of strong shoulders to bear all the panic and worries of the family. Jessica was the backbone of the family, and HE was getting older and didn't understand anything. Henry was too young and couldn't do anything. Now that he was here, standing so upright, seemingly fearless even if the sky were to fall. Mr. Miller's fondness for Mr. Marcus rose sharply. "Mr. Marcus..." The doctor, seeing him silent for so long, tried to persuade him to agree to the surgery for Jessica. Marcus turned around, glanced at Mr. Miller, and firmly said to the doctor, "We won't proceed with the surgery!" Dominant and unquestionable! He chose to believe in Jessica's son. Although reason told him that a small child couldn't be trusted, he was willing to
The child's words were light and his attitude was good, but the implications in his words were extremely cold and decisive, without any hesitation. Such a young child, yet so methodical in handling things, very determined and efficient. Take Jessica's situation as an example. If it were another child, they wouldn't be able to withstand the doctor's advice and sign a consent form for Jessica to undergo amputation surgery. But he wouldn't, he knew he was too young to convince anyone. He found someone who could handle the situation and then went to find someone to treat Jessica. From the moment he said, "My mommy, I'm responsible," Marcus knew that this son of Jessica was resolute and ruthless, a formidable person. And in their meeting, in just three or five words, he was even more certain. This kid is a tough character! Marcus glared at him, and Henry curled his eyebrows, flashing him a bright smile. The feeling of being annoyed by Jessica's hypocritical attitude came back to Mar
Whenever Old Mr. Alston spoke to him, it was always in commanding tones, and Marcus had grown accustomed to it. But he rarely heard him sound so urgent. If it wasn't an emergency, Old Mr. Alston wouldn't contact him. "I'm busy right now!" Marcus refused, glancing at the operating room. Even though Antonio was the surgeon and he had reassured him that Jessica would be safe, Marcus still felt uneasy. He had to wait for the surgery to be successful before he could relax. "Come back immediately!" Old Mr. Alston's voice became sharper, laced with anger. Marcus was puzzled. What was going on? After thinking for a moment, he realized that apart from Dennis' incident, there hadn't been anything significant recently. In a cold tone, Marcus said, "Dad, I'm really busy right now. If there's something, we'll talk about it tonight!" "I don't care what you're doing right now. Come back immediately!" Old Mr. Alston repeated for the third time. Marcus coldly curled his lips and hung up the pho
"What's the matter? No words left to say?" Old Mr. Alston taunted, a hint of cunning appearing on his elderly face. "See for yourself!" After Old Mr. Alston finished speaking, he angrily threw the bag of documents on the table towards Marcus. The bag hit Marcus's chest and fell, causing two photos to slide out. Marcus's heart skipped a beat as he bent down to pick them up. There were two photos of Henry! One of the photos was of Henry wearing a primary school uniform, with his rosy face adorned by an elegant smile. The photo was taken beautifully, exuding an elegance that resembled a little gentleman, making him very likable. The other photo was a picture of Jessica and Henry together! In the background was the Eiffel Tower. In the photo, Jessica was wearing a red dress, meticulously dressed up, radiating purity and grace, resembling a blooming red rose, captivating and almost enchanting. She half squatted, cradling little Henry in her arms, both mother and son smiling, creating an
Dennis wanted to run, but couldn't summon any strength. He looked frantic and sweat poured down like rain. His eyes revealed his fear without any concealment. That little boy, who was adorable and elegant in every move, exuded an air of elegance. But it struck fear into his heart. How did he find him? How did he know that he had collided with them? Damn it, if only he had killed the child! "You're wrong? What mistake have you made? Let me hear it," Henry asked softly. Dennis froze, then suddenly covered his mouth. Oh no, he let slip the fact that he was the one who hit Jessica and her son. No one was supposed to know about it since there were no surveillance cameras on that street. "I..." Dennis was blocked, unable to say a word. He felt both scared and anxious, his face turning an unattractive shade of red. He looked disheveled and sleazy. Henry sneered in his heart. It was unfortunate that they were related by blood. What a tragedy for the family! "You can't say it?" Henry smi
A picture of Marcus suddenly appeared on the screen, and Antonio raised an eyebrow, "Your father!" Henry's cute and pink face was filled with annoyance and distress. He propped his cheek on his hand and muttered to himself, "I wanted to maintain an elegant and cute image in front of my dad, but it seems... Well, reality and ideals are indeed far apart." Antonio chuckled, "That doesn't sound sincere at all. Come on, you don't need to maintain anything. Your image has always been elegant and cute." Henry pouted and restarted the warning system. "Henry, Mr. Marcus is quite capable," Antonio remarked, a hint of admiration flashing in his eyes. "You had Victor distract his people and deliberately mislead them, and made him think this was just an accident. But they were still able to find out the truth and even discovered that Dennis was here. It's quite incredible!" During their conversation, there was no shortage of praise. They were both men, standing at the pinnacle of the world. T
Marcus put away the gun, turned around with a smile, and amid Dennis's horrifying screams, just as elegant and indifferent as ever, he said, "Antonio, could you do me a favor?" Antonio felt like he had been caught off guard, in this situation, could he refuse? "Okay!" Antonio said, coming over, with Henry following behind. Marcus swept a look at Dennis and said, "You see, my brother had his bone broken and was shot twice. I've heard you are a Miracle Doctor. Could you kindly teach me how to remove the bullets and mend the broken bone?" Antonio's eye twitched violently, even the six expressionless black-suited men from start to finish couldn't help but exchange glances. This situation was truly bizarre! This father and son duo were torturing Dennis to near death, with the son cutely watching on the side, while the father politely asked the doctor for help in saving Dennis. This scene was beyond ordinary strangeness. Henry covered his mouth and laughed. Daddy, your mind is truly