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Chapter 13 Something's Wrong



Chapter 13 Something's Wrong

No bad perfume, no heavy makeup, her dry, clean scent brushed his nose along her hair.

He reached out to turn on the light, turned slightly sideways, and his eyes unconsciously fell on her

white, rosy cheeks. His gaze changed.

The powder cover was removed, and at such a close distance, the bruises under her eye sockets were

obvious, and the fine fuzz on her face could be seen clearly.

The scar on her left cheek became more and more startling.

"Ted," Julian spoke. His tone was calm. "Drive slowly. Just get there before her dormitory building

closes."

The driver nodded and slowed down the car.

Khalid looked through the small window of the fender and vaguely saw Sadie sleeping soundly on

Julian's shoulder. He couldn't help but smile.

Tomorrow, he would arrange a thorough examination of Lady Sadie, so as to determine whether her

memory loss as psychological or due to organic pathology. This would enable them to better formulate

the next treatment plan.

Mr. Mccarthy was only 14 years old when he brought Lady Sadie back from the Chambers family, and

she was only 5. He spent the next seven years caring for her. It took him more than six years to find

her, from the cruise shipwreck to now. He would not allow her to have any more mishaps.

Before he knew it, the car drove down to Sadie's dormitory building.

Julian tilted his head and rubbed Sadie's head habitually. Then he withdrew his hand and said lightly.

"Sadie."

"Yes," Sadie murmured. She struggled to open her eyes, and in the next instant, she immediately

straightened her spine. "Where are we?"

How reckless she was that she had fallen asleep while still resting on his shoulder!

"Get off." Julian's voice was cool. But there was a smile hidden under his eyes. She actually knew how

to be shy. She'd never been shy before when she'd asked him to sleep with her every day.

Sadie lowered her head, and her cheeks burned hot. She opened the door to get out of the car and

found herself back under the dormitory building, then she subconsciously raised her eyebrows.

He had taken himself back to school? He was really quite a psychopath.

Just as she was distracted, the black Rolls-Royce drove out and turned around to leave in an instant.

She stood in front of the door, rubbing her somewhat drowsy eyes, watching the car pull out of sight,

then turned around exhausted and entered the building.

There were no important classes on Friday, so Sadie finished her morning classes and went to the

bank to check the balance on the card. Otto gave more money than she thought he would, and it was a

lot. A total of ten million yuan!

Just in time, Dean Esme's attending doctor called and asked her to come to the hospital sometime this

afternoon. She said that Dean Esme could be transferred to a general ward, but that she needed to

sign off on it.

Libby was supposed to do this, but unfortunately she had a professional class today and couldn't

leave.

She took the bus to the hospital and found that Dean Esme had been transferred to the general ward.

But instead of the double room, she was in before, she was in a single VIP room now, and there was

an extra female caregiver in her 40s in the room.

She went in to say hello. She heard the caregiver say that Mr. Newman had arranged for her to come

here, and then she couldn't help but curl her lips sweetly. Otto was always like that. Anything as long as

he knew, he would make sure it was arranged properly and never make her work.

"I'm going downstairs to get some supplies. Mr. Newman already paid for them." The caregiver put her

clothes up to dry, took off her gloves, and said with a smile, "Madam is in good spirits today. Miss, you

should talk more with her."

"Thank you." Sadie smiled. Then she moved a chair to sit by the bed and asked Dean Esme with

concern if she was still in pain.

"Much better. I already know about the medical bills." Esme trembled and lifted her hand, caressing her

head. "I didn't raise you all these years for nothing."

"That's for sure." Sadie winked at her proudly.

After talking for a while, she asked why the title deed to the orphanage was mortgaged to DHG Group

and explained that Julian had gone to the orphanage earlier to negotiate the purchase.

Otto gave her 10 million yuan. As long as they didn't owe DHG Group more than that, she could pay

Julian back this afternoon and save him the disgusting effort of always laying hands on her.

Esme closed her eyes. She remembered what the man named Khalid had told her and spoke slowly,

"The total is 10 million. The money was taken by me to pay off the loan owed to the bank by the

orphanage, as well as the money owed to the hospital for the sick children in the institution."

10 million was just enough. Sadie sighed with relief and smiled, "It's okay. I'll work hard with my sister

and we'll soon be able to pay it off. Don't get too stressed out."

"Thank you." Esme smiled, and then she remembered another thing. "By the way, Doctor Rees will

come over later to take you for a medical checkup. It's time for you to think about having surgery to get

your face back."

"There's no rush on that." Sadie took her hand in hers. She blushed and lowered her head. "Otto

doesn't mind that."

"It's up to him if he doesn't mind, but your face has to be cured." Esme pretended to be angry. After

saying that, she coughed violently.

"Okay, okay, I'll do as you say." Sadie had no choice but to compromise.

At this time, how could she have the money to get cosmetic surgery? After paying off the debts, she

had no money left.

At almost three o'clock, Dean Esme fell asleep. Just in time, Doctor Rees came over and Sadie had to

follow him for a medical examination.

Half a month ago, Doctor Rees asked her to take a blood test. This time it was a physical exam. She

didn't know if he would just hospitalize her next time.

It was almost five o'clock after the checkup. She remembered that she had promised Julian she would

pay him back on Monday, so she gave a brief explanation to the caregiver and rushed downstairs with

her bag.

When she got into the elevator, she heard someone calling her. She opened her phone and saw that it Belongs to © n0velDrama.Org.

was Otto calling internationally. The corners of her lips curled up sweetly. She quickly slid open the

answer button. "Otto ..."

"I'll be back in a couple of days. If there's anything else you need, you can talk to Nevaeh. You have

her number." Otto's gentle voice rang in her ears.

Sadie responded with a "hmm". Even though he couldn't see it, she was still blushing. "Otto, I miss you

..."

Her voice was soft, sweet, and sticky like cotton candy.

"Little fool, I miss you too. Be good and wait for me to go back." Otto's voice became abruptly pleasant,

and his smile thickened a few more. "I've prepared a present for you."

"Thanks ...," Sadie gripped the corner of her shirt and squeezed it tightly, and loosened it again. She

didn't even know how to put her hands.

He seemed to be getting more and more romantic...

The elevator was lowered to the first floor when the call ended. Sadie put away her phone and

remembered that she had to pay back the money. She couldn't help but stop smiling.

She didn't know if Julian was at DHG Group's headquarters. If she couldn't see him today, then she

would have to wait until next Monday.

As she walked out of the lobby, she was annoyed that she hadn't saved his phone number when she

saw the familiar Rolls Royce driving by.

Sadie narrowed her eyes and a smug smile slipped across her lips. She stopped dead in her tracks. It

was better that he came so that she didn't have to make a trip.

Inside the car, Julian did not miss the smile on her face. He raised his eyes and his thin lips opened

lightly. "Is there something wrong with the card the guy from the Newman family gave you?"

Khalid was stunned. When she reacted, she then nodded. "There is a problem."

Julian curled his lips in satisfaction and pushed open the car door to go down.


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