Chapter 1231: What Did You Say?

"Nonsense, my daughter is not sick at all!" Old Mrs. Wilson shouted angrily. The doctor’s gaze at Old Mrs. Wilson turned a little strange. Seeing that, Old Mr. Wilson said in a deep voice, "Shut up!"

"You..." Old Mrs. Wilson still wanted to say something, but when she met Old Mr. Wilson’s gloomy expression, she could only shut her mouth reluctantly.

"Doctor, I’d like to go see my daughter. Is that okay?" Old Mr. Wilson asked politely.

"Of course." The doctor nodded.

"Thank you." After Old Mr. Wilson finished speaking, he followed the doctor to Emerie Wilson’s ward.

The moment she saw Emerie Wilson lying on the bed, Old Mrs. Wilson’s heart nearly broke. She rushed over, hands not knowing what to do. Just as she was about to untie the ropes, she heard the doctor say, "Right now the patient’s condition is still unstable, so..."

"All right, all right, we understand, we won’t touch anything." Old Mr. Wilson reassured the doctor, then turned and glared at Old Mrs. Wilson. "Hands off!"

Old Mrs. Wilson’s fingers twitched twice, then she pulled them back unwillingly.

Seeing Old Mr. Wilson like this, the doctor finally relaxed. "You can talk."

With that, the doctor pushed the door open and walked out.

Once there were only the three of them left in the ward, Old Mr. Wilson walked over and said to Emerie, "I’ll talk, you listen."

Emerie looked at Old Mr. Wilson, still mumbling with her mouth gagged.

"I’ll take the thing out of your mouth, and you’re not allowed to shout even once. We talk like normal people. If you shout even once, your mother and I will leave immediately and never care about you again!" Old Mr. Wilson said in a low voice. "If you agree, nod your head. Think it through; you only get one chance."

Emerie nodded rapidly, over and over. She’d had enough of this feeling of not being able to speak.

Old Mr. Wilson took the gag from her mouth and asked, "What happened? What were you doing making a scene at Charles Seymour’s front door?"

"If it weren’t..." That word from Emerie almost came out in a shout, but remembering what Old Mr. Wilson had just said, she forcibly pressed her voice down. "If it weren’t for Sophie Wilson, how would I have ended up like this?"

"Dad, Mom, Sophie Wilson is too vicious, she actually had me sent here. Hurry up and get me out, I don’t want to stay here!" Emerie said anxiously. "I’m not crazy!"

Looking at Emerie on the bed, her hair a mess, eyes full of bloodshot veins, Old Mr. Wilson slowly asked, "If we take you out, where will you go?"

"Of course I’ll go home." Emerie said. "Don’t you want to see me every day?"

Old Mr. Wilson closed his eyes for a moment, then went on asking, "You want to divorce Benjamin Walton?"

"Of course. Benjamin Walton just came by and clearly had no intention of taking me out. What do I need a man like that for?" Emerie said angrily. Just thinking of what had happened earlier made the fire in her chest flare up again.

"What about Benjamin Walton’s debts?" Old Mr. Wilson pressed on.

"Dad, our family isn’t that short of money, right? Worst case, we can borrow from Big Brother!" Emerie spoke as if it were only natural, and listening to her... Old Mrs. Wilson’s heart grew colder and colder.

"Mm, I understand." Old Mr. Wilson let out a long breath, already having made up his mind. "The conditions here are not bad. Just stay here and focus on getting better. When your illness is cured, then you can leave."

Emerie’s eyes bulged like a cow’s the moment she heard that. "Dad, what did you just say?"