Mable sat down on the chair again after Amos left. She planned to check on Blair quietly once he had fallen asleep.The corridor was quiet, with Blair as the only patient on the VIP floor.Mable sat on the chair with her mind racing. She thought about what Marissa had said when she kidnapped Spike. Why had Marissa adamantly claimed Mable was not part of the Jeffersons? She said that Mable was just an abandoned baby found by her parents. Could it be true when she claimed her grandfather's safe contained a document that revealed Mable’s real identity?The more Mable thought about it, the more suspicious it seemed. Marissa did not need a reason to fabricate her identity. What would be her identity if Marissa had not lied?Mable became more anxious as she continued to wonder.She picked up her phone and dialed Arthur's number.At that moment, Arthur was on a date with Tracey. They had finished dinner and were planning to go to a movie. He was surprised to receive Mable's
Mable stared at Marissa through the video call and asked, "What you told me on the phone that day, was it all a lie?""Hehe…" Marissa fixed her gaze on Mable through the video. Her face twisted into a malicious smile. "A lie? Do you think I'm making things up? Let me make myself clear. Every word I said was true. You're not your parents' biological daughter. You're just an abandoned baby they found!"Mable gripped her phone tightly as her expression turned increasingly grim. "You're lying! I don't believe it!"If her parents found her, why did her grandfather groom her as the heir to the family? It did not make any sense."This woman must be crazy!" Solomon looked at Mable, clearly not believing Marissa’s words either.Marissa did not seem bothered and continued to smile. "I have evidence. Besides, the secrets in your grandfather's safe are not limited to this. Your parents might have died in a plane crash, but there are no such things as accidents in our world. Hehehe."Mable'
Mable's heart ached as Blair gave her the cold shoulder. She gripped his hand even tighter."I'm sorry, Blair. I thought you—"Blair interrupted Mable, "You thought I was going to kill Spike?"Mable swallowed her words and apologized, "I'm sorry."Blair stared at Mable briefly and then said, “How can we walk hand in hand through the next few decades if you don’t trust me?"She raised her head and stared blankly at Blair. His face appeared blurry under the dim light. His unfathomable black eyes were fixed on her, shrouded in a layer of coldness.Mable knew he had a point. Trust was essential between husband and wife.Suspicion and doubt could fracture even the strongest bond.Mable recalled the misunderstandings they had experienced, all stemming from their lack of trust in each other. She wanted to avoid repeating those mistakes.Mable buried her face in Blair's chest, avoiding eye contact. "I'm sorry, Blair. I promise I won't doubt you anymore.”Mable felt a mixture of s
His injury was wrapped in bandages on the right side of his abdomen. Mable carefully examined it, only to find that the wound was not bleeding. She gently pressed around his wound."Does it hurt?" she asked.Blair remained silent.Mable's slender fingers touched his abdomen. She had not realized she had stoked the fire within Blair.Mable ignored Blair's reaction. She saw his complexion getting worse and worried that pain might have caused it."Does it hurt here?" Mable asked again.Blair took a deep breath, suppressing the turmoil in his heart. "Let go. It doesn't hurt!""Why do you look so unwell if it doesn’t hurt? Let me check again...""That won’t be necessary." Blair firmly pulled Mable's hand away and covered himself with the blanket.Mable did not want to provoke him, thinking he still had not forgiven her. She got off the bed and went to the bathroom to freshen up.She came out of the bathroom with a wet towel in her hand."Let me help wipe your face."Blair avoi
"It's okay, just a minor burn." Mable turned on the cold water and rinsed her burned hand under it. "Oh dear, it's all red. Please wait. I'll get the burn cream, ma'am."Aunt Grace hurried out and returned with a first-aid kit. After rinsing with cold water, Mable sighed as she looked at the swollen hand. Her hands had become so delicate that even a tiny burn could cause significant swelling.Aunt Grace went to the fridge and fetched an ice pack. "Ma'am, let me apply some ice before the cream.""No need for ice. The cream will suffice."Her hand was particularly sensitive to cold ever since the injury. Cold water was tolerable, but ice would be unbearable to her fingers."Alright." Aunt Grace carefully applied the burn cream to Mable's injured hand. "I hope there won't be any blisters."Aunt Grace looked at Mable’s hand, feeling guilty. "It's all my fault."Mable patted her shoulder gently. "It’s not your fault, I was careless. Besides, it's a minor injury, don't worry abo
Spike was staring at Blair with a serious expression. He was grateful that Uncle Blair saved him. However, he would not forgive Uncle Blair for mistreating his mother.Blair looked at the two kids and said, "Don't worry. We didn't argue."Spike held Blair's hand and silently conveyed, "You can't bully my mommy!"Blair affectionately patted Spike's head and nodded in agreement. He looked at Spike and asked, "Spike, who taught you how to use a gun?"After they rescued Spike from the warehouse, Blair's men found a dead kidnapper inside the warehouse corridor. However, Blair's men did not kill the kidnapper. After checking the surveillance footage, they discovered that Spike had fired the fatal shot with remarkable accuracy.Spike looked at Uncle Blair and pursed his lips, saying silently, "The Devil."Blair raised his eyebrow. He had asked Mable who the Devil was, and she replied it was Rory.It turned out that Rory had taught Spike how to shoot. Spike's marksmanship was
“Ugh…” Mable’s eyes widened as she exclaimed at the man who somehow regained consciousness.However, the cunning man saw his chance to seal her lips. Blair’s sudden return to consciousness took Mable by surprise. While kissing her, he even pressed the back of her head to meet his. A sultry air lingered in the quiet ward. It took a while before Blair finally released Mable. His fingers ran along her back. Lying in bed, Mable nestled her head against his shoulder and took a deep breath. Once her breathing steadied, Mable lifted her head and looked at Blair with blushed cheeks. Blair smiled faintly, not breaking eye contact with her. He did not look sleepy at all. Then, it hit Mable, and she was furious. “You were never asleep!” Blair said tenderly, “If I were asleep, I wouldn’t know you stole a kiss from me.” He thought she would not come to see him tonight. Mable had no words. It was careless of her. “I didn’t steal a kiss from you,” Mable murmured. Blair sa
Blair grabbed Mable’s wrist. “Let me see.” He noticed the red swelling on the back of her right hand.Blair’s heart went out to her. “How did you injure yourself?” Mable looked at Blair. “I was scalded by the hot steam when I was cooking for you.” Blair remembered the chicken soup Spike and Nicki dropped off that night. Furrowing his brows, Blair said solemnly, “Why were you in the kitchen in the first place? You know you shouldn’t apply pressure to your hands.” “I just wanted to make something for you. Besides, I didn’t do much. The household staff did the job for me. I was careless when transferring the soup to the…” Mable’s voice faltered and abruptly stopped when she saw the scowl on Blair’s face. “You could’ve asked the household staff. Why did you have to do it yourself?” Although he criticized Mable, the look on his face was filled with worry. Mable pouted and refuted, “But I’m not crippled. It’s just pouring the soup into a container.” “I can’t believe you