Chapter 146 Noah carefully removed her gauze, only for him to look up to find the woman furiously tapping away on her phone. There seemed to be a back-and-forth happening through texts. His expression grew dark. He couldnât help but exert more force than necessary with the cotton swab.
Madeline yelped in pain.
âNot so hard, Noah! It hurts!â
Noah didnât speak, but immediately after, he did it again.
She now knew he was doing it of his own volition and put away her phone with great displeasure. âAre you doing that on purpose, Noah? Are you trying to kill me so you can take my children away?â
âCorrect me if Iâm wrong, Ms. Madeline.
Your children are also mine. They are a result of my efforts too, no?â
âWhat is wrong with you? Iâm the victim here, and here you are picking on me. Are you having fun?â
âYouâre the wounded one. And yet here you are fiddling with your phone. Are you done?â Noah kept a stern expression, but no more âmistakesâ happened.
A thought struck her. Was he suspicious of her contacting Andy?
Iâm an adult. What was wrong with me sending a text?
Itâs not like Iâm doing anything wrong.
Hold on, is this son of a b*tch jealous?
âAre you jealous, Noah?â Madeline was interested to know his answer.
For some reason, the negative atmosphere Bruno had brought with him had disappeared.
âJealousy is an emotion only lowly creatures experience. Do you think thatâs something I experience?â Noah patiently cleaned the blood around her arm with more force than necessary.
Fortunately, he hadnât pressed down on the wound this time. Sheâd have wondered if he actually wanted her dead!
âWhy are you speaking in such a shady way and hurting me on purpose then? I wonder who it was who claimed I was his wife and then went right back to referring to me as Ms. Madeline? Relationships can be so fickle!â
She had likely hit the nail on the head as he kept his head down.
She deliberately played the role of a disappointed partner as she feebly leaned back against the cushions.
She played the part of a lovelorn woman.
âSo, you like it when I call you Mrs. Quincy?â He looked up at the petite woman and asked with interest.
The tone was warm and soft, with a hint of playful glee.
âExcuse me, Mrs. Quincy? That makes me sound old!â She protested in awkward embarrassment and firmly denied it.
âWhat about my wife?â
âIâm still suffering in pain. Can you not take advantage of me right now?â
âThis is what it means for me to take advantage of you, my darling wife!â
Noah didnât hesitate to press a kiss against her lips.
Madelineâs face reddened.
Noah!
Both of Brunoâs arms were injured, leaving him looking as wretched as ever.
He had wanted to hail a cab to the hospital to get his injuries treated but was suddenly accosted by multiple people shoving cameras in his face.
âExcuse me, did you just come out of the Maple Forest Villa? Why are you injured? Did a violent exchange happen?â
âWhat is your relationship with the Quincyâs?â
âDo you have disagreements with the lady of the Quincy family, Madeline Grant? Would you mind telling us?â
The reporters who were stationed outside the Maple Forest Villa saw Bruno as their messiah and immediately shot off questions one after another.
Bruno couldnât care less about them. All he cared about was reaching the hospital but more reporters began to surround him.
All were journalists from major media platforms.
âLeave me alone. I need to go to the hospital.â
âCan you tell us how you got injured? Did the Quincy family hurt you?â They continued to trail after him with no intention of letting him go on his way.
He quickly realized they wouldnât leave him alone no matter how heavily injured he seemed and changed his mind.
âYou people want to know who I am? Iâll tell you! I am Bruno Grant, the president of Grant Corporation, and Madeline Grantâs biological father.â
âAh, are you here to visit your daughter, Mr. Grant?â
âAre you aware of what had happened with the young Mrs. Quincy a few years ago? Are the rumors claiming she had come back to life true?â
Everyone was as excited as a pack of hounds who found their prey.
They had been crouching around for a while but the Maple Forest Villa and Noahâs vehicles were always heavily guarded. No one could get close.
They were more than happy to meet Bruno.
âYou can interview me if you want but as you can see, Iâm injured. If any media outlet is willing to take me to the hospital, Iâll consider accepting the interview...â
He struck while the iron was hot and revealed his true purpose.
Sure enough, someone immediately drove in and waited for him to get into the car.
He very nonchalantly instructed the journalists from Orange Entertainment who sent him to the hospital, to help him register, pay the bill and arrange for hospitalization.
He had even extorted a meal out of them.
There was more than enough food and drink to go around while he lay in the ward. The cameras were quickly set up after he ushered Orange Entertainment in. After everything was in place, he faced the camera, put on a sick and weak front, and started acting.
âI wonât lie to you. My daughter, Madeline, who is also the young lady of the Quincy family, is indeed back. Sheâs doing well.
Noah also loves her dearly but I...her father... Ah...â
He sighed and pretended to wipe away nonexistent tears.
âAre you trying to say Mrs. Quincy isnât treating you well, Mr. Grant? Was she the one who allowed your assault?â
Orange Entertainment could smell the gossip from a mile away the moment they caught Brunoâs sadness.
âShe hadnât done it on purpose. I was the one in the room.â He lowered his head and sighed once more.
Anyone could see that he was trying to âprotectâ Madeline from his pitiful stance.
âMrs. Quincy actually had someone assault you? Thatâs awful. Who on earth would throw her injured father out into the streets?â
Orange Entertainmentâs Shawn Smith was a rash young man who had just joined the industry. He couldnât help but express his negative opinion of Madeline!
Several others also nodded in agreement.
This was a live broadcast where everyone elseâs voices were heard loud and clear.
Orange Entertainmentâs live stream experienced a surge in traffic!
What Bruno was aiming for the entire time was for the journalists to express their emotions. He prearranged everything. He was teary-eyed when he looked back up.
This succeeded in making him look old and pathetic.
âSheâs free to disown me, but I canât disown her. She will always be my precious daughter!â
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