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Chapter 100: A Funeral To Be Held

Pulse rhythms are rather erratic.

Sandra’s entirety is engulfed in irascibility.

“Do you think my medical treatments come free of charge?

“Such self–destruction you indulge in.

“Does thwarting me from being a miracle doctor benefit you greatly?”

As Joey boarded the vehicle, he witnessed Wesley submissively enduring a tirade.

A multitude of icy, wrath–laden words spilled forth without altering Wesley’s demeanor.

It was as if the reprimands weren’t directed at him.

Joey was at a loss for words to describe his astonishment.

In the past, he dared not raise his voices in Wesley’s presence.

Even Hailey, after Wesley took over the company, spoke in hushed tones.

Individuals who confronted him with such reproof, had all but disappeared.

However, Wesley, devoid of any sign of annoyance, seemed to be smiling.

Joey felt his world was being fiercely shaken.

Sandra, still feeling her anger unappeased after a lengthy scolding, fiercely pinched the Wesley’s wrist.

Engulfed in anger, she had not held back her strength.

Wesley’s wrist was a patchwork of red.

Without careful inspection, one might assume he had sought escape in wrist–slashing despair.

Joey dared no longer look.

He feared that Wesley might commit murder to seal his lips.

Yet, Wesley merely withdrew his hand slowly, inquiring softly.

“Have they troubled you?”

So, whence comes this fiery temper?

Sandra rolled down the car window, taking pleasure in the cool breeze of September:

She pursed her lips.

“If possible, I would prefer to continue residing within.

Wesley, leaning against the seatback, tenderly caressed his pinched wrist.

I’ve taken my medicine.

His tone was level, as if discussing business with a partner.

Sandra scoffed.

“That’s why you’re still alive.”

Wesley,

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“My apologies, I shall heed medical advice next time.”

Sandra didn’t believe him.

“A complete overhaul for the garment department, check.”

Sandra scoffed and glanced back.

“Your speed of changing topics is faster than your speed of pursuing death.”

Wesley.“…”

Wesley was utterly at a loss for words.

He was ill–equipped for explanations.

Joey scratched his head in frustration.

Then a thought struck him.

He promptly said, “Mr. Cooper has assigned the head of the garment department to you”

“He has exhausted himself, desiring to bring you home earlier.”

“How could you have withstood the interrogation?”

“Since you were taken, Mr. Cooper has scarcely found time to rest.”

His tone became laced with bitterness, aptly conveying emotion.

“Mr. Cooper knows that you’ve spent great care and deliberation on him and hence holds his body in high regard.”

“But Mrs. Cooper, he considers his health important, yet not so much as you are to him. That’s why he spared no effort to extricate you.”

After Joey finished speaking, Wesley finally opened his mouth.

“A bunch of nonsense.”

Joey sighed.

“Mr. Cooper, just be honest with yourself.”

“Otherwise, misunderstandings breed fatigue.”

Wesley furrowed, “Just drive.”

Joey cast a glance at Sandra,

Sandra’s wrath subsided slightly.

She was revered as a miracle doctor because of her deep sense of responsibility toward her patients.

The medicines Wesley consumed upon awakening were recent breakthroughs of hers.

He served as her experimental subject.

In other words, Wesley’s indicators might impact the progression of her pharmaceutical research.

She had been incensed

But with Joey’s relentless chatter, her anger waned

“A medicinal bath is necessary tonight, I’ll perform acupuncture to you, too.”

Wesley nodded in agreement.

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Joey finally started the car proudly, for having mediated their relationship.

Upon their arrival back at the villa, Hailey was already waiting at the door.

“You’ve seized control of the garment department, now will you release them?”

Sandra said, “Imprisonment for illegal activity is decreed by the state.”

Hailey was tired of the rhetoric.

“Wesley, I know you bear grudges against me. But when you were ill, bedridden, I couldn’t just watch the company crumble, could I?”

“Even if you resent me, I can comprehend it.”

“But what have the other family members done to deserve this? Are you not concerned that others will scorn our family?”

Wesley’s tone was indifferent.

“Whether others respect our family or not, it is of no consequence to me.”

Hailey, provoked to laughter, “You’ve no concern for me now, nor do you care for the family’s reputation. I might as well die here. Let’s see if that would move you!”

As she spoke, she moved to collide with the wall.

She’d expected to be held back, but no one dared intervene.

Blood immediately trickled from her forehead.

She collapsed, her complexion ghastly pale.

She appeared on the brink of demise.

Sandra watched coldly, showing no intention of assisting

Wesley’s expression grew dark.

“Mr. Cooper.” Zachary approached.

“Madam has instructed that if you do not relent, we shall issue an obituary.”

Sandra scoffed. “Very well.”

Eleanor also came forward, “I know there’s resentment in your hearts, but if the family is rocked to its foundation, outsiders will undoubtedly seize the opportunity.”

“Only the family can stand united, supporting each other.”

“A little competition, perhaps, but nothing more than harmless squabbles.”

“Wesley, you cannot truly risk harm to the family’s foundation.”

Eleanor implored them earnestly, her plea heartfelt.

Yet what was strange was her dedication, not to Hailey teetering on life’s edge.

Sandra’s lips curled slightly.

“Eleanor.”

“Yes, madam?”

Chapt 100 A Funeral to Be Held

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