Chapter 168

CHAPTER 168 The next morning.

When Jane told Benjamin just how many times Rebecca made her sneeze, Benjamin yelled at his wife.” How can you be so foolish? What if you get infected now?”

Rebecca’s heart skipped a thousand beats. She completely forgot that chickenpox could spread to her. She looked at Jane whose face still looked like it was cooked with rashes and red spots. “A-Am I going to look like that?” her heart sank into her stomach.

Jane wasn’t happy with how Benjamin handled his wife for torturing her many times during last night, but she still stuck her tongue out and teased Rebecca, saying, “You’re going to get it now.” She repeatedly said the same sentence and watched Rebecca’s expression turn for the worse.

“No,” Benjamin caught Rebecca’s wrist and said, “I won’t let you get chickenpox no matter what.” “How?” Rebecca hurriedly asked. “Is there a way to stop the virus from getting worse in my body?”

“Yeah,” Benjamin looked into her eyes without blinking and seriously said, “you just need to kiss your husband and exchange oral fluids.”

The women fell silent.

“What?” Benjamin tried to reason. “You don’t believe me? My oral fluids are super powerful. I’m sure it will help you once the fluids settle in your stomach.”

“Eww!” Rebecca was creeped out by his words. “How can you say such stupids things when the matter is so serious?”

“I’m being serious. What’s your blood group?” asked Benjamin. “Maybe if it matches, then also I can do some transfer.”

“How can a blood transfer help in this situation?” Rebecca visibly grew frustrated. “Have you gone mad?”

“Since you say your saliva is super-powerful,” Jane voiced her mind, “why don’t you give some to me? It might help me heal faster.” She opened her mouth. “Ah...”

“That’s not a bad idea,” Benjamin was walking, but Rebecca grabbed his hand and pulled him away. Seeing the rage rising in her eyes, he explained himself. “Calm down, my love. I was only joking. If I wanted to give her my saliva, I would have given it already.”

“I think you’ve done enough already,” Rebecca pushed him outside, “so go home. I’ll take care of her myself from now on.”

“Will you feed her in the mouth?”

“I will.”

“But you don’t know how to cook.”

“Hmph, I’ve been learning. I can now cook better than you if I try.”

“OHH!” Benjamin’s eyes lit up. “Really? Why don’t you show me how good your skills are?” He tried to enter the kitchen.

“Don’t be too smart,” Rebecca caught his hand and pulled him outside. Jane was trying to raise the sexual tension whenever possible, so she wanted him gone from the apartment. Still, standing at the door, Benjamin tapped his lips and also begged with his eyes for a kiss. “I don’t want you to get the chickenpox, too.” She shut the door without a second thought.

Benjamin’s shoulders slumped. Getting a kiss had always been hard for him. He could only console himself as he walked away because no one else did.

When he got out of the apartment, he saw Donovan doing squats and exercising in public, wearing nothing but a tight elastic short. A couple of ladies were secretly watching him from their rooms through the windows “It looks like he’s purposely showing off,” Benjamin murmured to himself. “Is he trying to break relationships? Wait... why the hell is he still here? Didn’t Jane break up with him?”

Knowing Rebecca was in the apartment, Benjamin just couldn’t ignore that Donovan was here and leave.

Donovan was too focused on the aunty across the street to notice Benjamin approaching him.

“Get out of here,” a loud voice echoed in the vicinity, making both Benjamin and Donovan turn their heads to look at the entrance of the apartment. “Don’t ever show your face around here again.”

A man in his early thirties was throwing luggage outside, and an elderly woman was crying on the ground, her elbows bruised. It seemed like he had pushed her outside mercilessly.

“Son, I don’t have anyone else but you,” the woman cried and begged. “Please let me in.”

The young man, however, got angry he was about to hit her. Benjamin came in between. “Hold your horses, dude.”

“Mind your own business!” he tried to slap Benjamin, but Benjamin easily caught his wrist and squeezed it just enough to make that man cringe. Benjamin then let go of his wrist, but he didn’t attack Benjamin anymore.

Benjamin turned to face the lady. “What is your problem, ma’am?”

She explained her situation while crying and gasping. After her husband died in a construction work, she was the one who raised her kid, sent him to college and all, but after marriage, he began treating her coldly, especially because she fell sick and couldn’t do the house chores anymore. Her daughter-in-law was the main reason behind brainwashing her son, she said. Now that she was old, weak, and sick, her daughter-in-law wanted her gone before she gave birth to a child. Her daughter-in-law didn’t want the old woman to be in her children’s lives, which was why she was making her husband kick his own mother out of the house.

“If I hadn’t spent so much money for his studies,” the mother said, wiping the tears away, “I would have bought a small house long ago. I sacrificed my whole life for him, but he’s now calculating every penny I’m spending. His wife constantly tells me to go out and earn money when I’m sick. She says I’m freeloading in ‘her’ house. I thought of leaving her home many times already, but I have nowhere else to go. My son has been my life.”

Benjamin looked at her son to see if he would say anything, but he just stood like a cold boulder. As someone who didn’t experience mother’s love, Benjamin felt envious of him. At the same time, he pitied him for kicking his mother out because of his wife’s words. “What sort of a man measures a mother’s value with money? What sort of a son tries to slap his own mother? Only a greedy coward who can’t ever think straight.” He wanted to beat the son, but he chose not to do so for the sake of his mother.

Benjamin looked across the street and saw a newly built house put for sale. He pointed at the house and told her, “Do you want to live in that house, ma’am?”

She hesitantly shook her head. “I can’t afford even a single brick of that house.”

“You don’t need to pay anything. I’ll take care of it,” Benjamin assured, but the son started laughing.

“You will pay for what? That house?” the son started cackling. “Do you know whose property that is? Blake Agencies. They are only second to Conreid Fortunes. They only use top materials. The flooring was fully made of top quality granite. And that unique finishing... no matter how I look at it, even with your entire life’s salary, you won’t be able to buy it.”

“Haha,” Donovan entered the scene, laughing like a healthy pig. “If you buy that house, I will bite my tongue.”

Benjamin glanced at Donovan. “You don’t have to bite your tongue, but I do want you to leave this apartment and never bother Rebecca or Jane ever again.”

“So you want both of them for yourself, huh?” Donovan amusedly laughed. “Fine. I agree, but if you fail, will you leave the two girls to me?” Benjamin’s gut twisted when he heard those words.