Ch. 2011..2020

Chapter 2011

The doctor comes three times a day, but Clayton's face is getting better every day, so Nicole felt that she was getting better soon.

A week has passed.

The slight tingling in the rib has also disappeared.

Her intermittent coughing had also stopped.

Clayton could carry her to the wheelchair and push her.

The two stick together almost every day, inseparable.

She was able to push a wheelchair by herself, and occasionally heard loud noises in the hospital.

Somewhat hysterical.

Especially at night.

But it seems like a hallucination.

It disappeared quickly.

Listen again, there is absolutely no, it is an illusion.

Nicole was sitting on the balcony of the ward admiring the moon, while Clayton was handling business affairs with a computer in the room.

While she admired the moon, she admired Clayton.

Clayton seemed to be able to sense her gaze, without raising his eyes, he chuckled lightly: "Have you seen enough?"

Nicole blushed, and immediately retracted her gaze and hid. But after thinking about it, if you have a certificate, you can watch it if you want.

She looked back at him with a smile: "Mr. Sloan, you are prettier than the moon."

Clayton was accustomed to her occasional rainbow fart. He smiled lightly, rubbed his brows helplessly, and looked up at her: "Would you like to sleep?"

Nicole was still immersed in the shyness just now, and when she heard it, she thought crooked.

"I hate it, people are still sick!"

Clayton paused. He frowned and laughed: "It's ten o'clock, I just asked you if you want to take a beauty sleep, where did you think?"

Nicole took a deep breath.

Don't go too far.

As long as she is not embarrassed, it is others who are embarrassed.

But right now, Clayton is not embarrassed, the only one who is so embarrassed is himself!

Nicole really wanted to continue admiring the moon as if nothing had happened, but Clayton didn't want to reveal the topic very much, so he walked over and stood behind her, pushed the wheelchair in, and whispered in her ear: "Why don't you do this now? Try it later?"

Nicole absolutely doubted that his face was the same color as a cooked crab.

She took a deep breath, and in order to ensure that she had no distractions, she immediately and firmly rejected him: "No, I said 'sleep' has no second meaning!"

Clayton raised his eyebrows and said nothing.

Nicole felt that she was at a disadvantage, so she glanced at him unwillingly:"Absolutely not!"

Clayton raised his eyebrows, seeing through and not saying anything: "Oh? If you don't have it, then I can do it?"

Nicole rubbed the side of her cheek, and the warm, quiet and cold fragrance enveloped her, as if she had fallen into a comfortable dream.

His eyes were entangled, and his kisses came overwhelmingly. He supported the armrests on both sides of her with his hands, bent over, the collar of his shirt was slightly open, and his eyes were dyed a little dark, as if he could swallow her in one bite.

Nicole gently put her shoulders on him, and just as Clayton was about to pick her up further, he suddenly heard a rush of movement below.

The hysterical female voice shouted again, hoarse and desperate.

At night, it was terrifying and frightening. Completely mixed the good interest of the two people.

Nicole pushed him away abruptly, frowned, and muttered dissatisfiedly: "Is this a hospital or a mental hospital?"

Clayton didn't answer, but his eyes dimmed a little, his thumb rubbed against his lips, bringing Kind of wicked and cold.

"It's okay, I'll go take a look?"

Nicole frowned, took her hand, and hesitated.

That bad feeling suddenly flashed past.

She didn't want him to leave.

Clayton paused and touched her head: "Okay, let's go down together?"

He seemed to know what was going on with the people shouting below?

If it is an ordinary patient, is it worth him to take her down to see it in person?

Nicole nodded with some doubts in her heart.

Clayton picked up the blanket on the side and put it lightly on her, afraid of freezing. She clung to it, and it was much warmer.

Clayton gently pushed her wheelchair and turned it in a different direction, then went out.

Seeing the people inside come out, Sergio quickly lowered his head, "Mr. Sloan, ma'am."

Clayton nodded and introduced to Nicole: "This is the person who jumped into the sea to save you. It's called Sergio."

Nicole raised her eyebrows, her eyes lit up: "Sergio, Thank you for saving me."

Sergio nodded, "It was the order of Mr. Sloan to Protecting you and Mr. Sloan is what we should do, as long as the madam is fine."

Sergio was only in his early twenties, but he looked cold and resolute, as if he had been tempered by life.

It is different from the feeling of Luca. Luca is a professional champion. Later, he followed Floyd and Nicole and completely integrated himself into their safety.

He will give Nicole an idea, and will also express his own opinion. But Sergio in front of him gave the impression that he was loyal to someone, and he would go all the way, no matter right or wrong.

It's good that he can meet such a person. If it is the enemy, it is a big trouble.

In just a few seconds, Nicole's mind turned a few corners. She smiled and looked at Sergio: "Anyway, thank you very much."

She looked up at Clayton.

Clayton raised his eyebrows and nodded: "Yes, promotion and salary increase are not enough. Go back and bring your family to Mediania and work hard."

Sergio's eyes lit up, and his face finally had some emotion. It can be seen that the conditions given by Clayton are really dreamy.

"Thank you, Mr. Sloan, thank you madam."

Clayton smiled and pushed Nicole onto the elevator.

The reward that should have been granted a long time ago has to wait for Nicole to speak, isn't it just to make him appreciate Nicole?

Nicole naturally knew what he was thinking, smiled, and then watched him press the elevator on the second floor.

The lights below are very dim, and there is a kind of gloomy feeling.

Passing through a long corridor, to an open flat floor, there are dozens of tall and sturdy foreigners inside and out.

When they saw Clayton, they immediately stood up and stood there respectfully.

Nicole was so shocked by this battle that his whole body was tense.

Clayton noticed it, patted her on the shoulder lightly, and explained in a low voice: "These are the bodyguards I hired temporarily to protect us. I think I should learn from the Kai. Don't be afraid of danger, and you can do it without danger. Self-defense."

Originally, Nicole was still very nervous, but after Clayton explained it like this, she was relieved.

The corners of her lips twitched, and she glanced at the group of people in black clothes in front of her, with an aura that made people scared at first glance!

Well worth it!

She nodded: "Yes, go out on this scale in the future!"

She was really scared.

Clayton: "…"

Everyone makes way for them.

The innermost room was closed, and the sound of someone screaming came from inside.

A familiar man came out.

When Clayton got closer, it was the captain.

The captain walked over quickly, looked at Nicole and nodded, then looked at Clayton again: "She almost ran out just now, but she was caught and locked."

Chapter 2012

Clayton's eyes darkened and nodded. Then he lowered his head, kissed Nicole's forehead, and said hoarsely: "Would you like to wait for me here?"

Nicole's face changed a little and she pursed her lips: "The person inside is Angie?"

Clayton did not deny it, that is to acquiesce to her words.

Nicole's face suddenly became complicated. She originally had sympathy for Angie, especially her infatuation with Eric, which seemed to let her see who she was at the time.

But her development direction is not the same as her own. Her way of hurting others in her relationship makes Nicole feel ashamed.

Especially when Angie kept saying that she would not hurt herself, but she pushed her into the water with her backhand.

Simply tingling.

She had already obtained the result she wanted, and Eric also chose Quinn according to her wishes.

Why does she need to do this?

Nicole was puzzled.

Clayton said softly: "Don't be afraid for a while, we won't kill her but we have to teach her a lesson, otherwise she thinks you are easy to bully and will trouble you next time, you know?"

Nicole looked at his dark eyes with deep. There is no bottom, and she don't know if it is because of the light, but Clayton in front of her gives her a dark and strange feeling.

But she moved lightly on her hair, gently pinning it behind her ear.

Clayton's smile did not reach the bottom of his eyes, like a black cold pool.

NIcole pursed her lips, but Clayton didn't let her respond and stood up.

"Open the door."

The person next to him immediately opened the heavy semi-circular iron door.

The iron door was rusted, and there was a thumping sound.

After Opening the door, the smell of blood came out.

Nicole only glanced at it, then turned her head away with a pale face, covering her mouth, feeling nauseous and wanting to vomit. She clenched the armrest suddenly, trying to step back.

But Clayton stood at the back and turned to the front again, blocking her vision.

"Baby, don't be afraid, it's not her blood, it's fake."

Nicole was stunned, and Clayton handed over a mint-flavored handkerchief. She covered her nose and frowned at him.

Clayton said, "Do you still want to see?"

Nicole hesitated for half a second, then shook her head. She really doesn't have that much mental capacity.

She tugged at Clayton's clothes, pursed her lips and said, "It's also a life, you can't be impulsive. Although I hate her very much. Maybe I can understand that her love for Eric is so deep that she can't stop the loss in time. It's too bad. But in the end, it's also because of pity, just breathe out, don't hurt people's lives."

Clayton looked at her quietly for a few seconds, and the corners of his lips twitched.

"Our Miss Stanton is really kind-hearted. Even if I give you a handful of salt, you won't sprinkle it on her wound now, will you?"

Nicole sighed quietly: "If I die, no matter what I do It doesn't matter. But I'm not dead, so I can't take revenge for her evil, otherwise what is the difference between us and her?"

The atmosphere was quiet for a few seconds.

Clayton squeezed her hand, and he relaxed for a moment. There seemed to be some light in his eyes, he stood up and greeted the captain: "Then you wait outside for a while, I will ask a few things, and hand her over to the police in Southeast Asia?"

Nicole nodded.

Clayton is really a child who can be taught!

The captain immediately stepped forward and pushed Nicole further away.

This was underground, no sunlight could come in, the light above was dim, and there was always darkness that cannot be covered.

The captain smiled, "Is Madam feeling better? Mr. Sloan has been worrying about not eating or sleeping for several days, and has been blaming himself for not leaving you. Fortunately, it is over now."

Nicole felt a little inwardly and was trembling.

This was the first time she heard something from someone else's mouth in those days.

"Has Samuel been sent back to Liberty?" The captain paused.

The captain smiled: "Madam doesn't know, Samuel installed a GPS tracker on his body, and Angie followed Samuel to get on the boat, so she was able to find us so accurately and take you away."

Nicole Pausing, frowning: "So what?"

Samuel was also a victim, wouldn't he be implicated by her?

The captain paused, "Samuel knew about this, but he didn't say anything along the way."

Nicole was silent for a while. Her heart was a little cold. She seemed a little uncomfortable.

After all, they were here to save him.

Captain said: "But there are a lot of Boss Sloan, who said that he was hiding from us because of fear, and he is from the Mediania. I have to ask your old man to show face."

Nicole's eyelids jumped.

So much foreshadowing, what is the result?

The captain continued: "So, we found a small boat and let him go by himself. His identity documents are not complete, so he can't get on a big boat, and smuggling is risky, so whether he can return home smoothly depends on his situation."

Ha…

Nicole felt a little pity for this unlucky b*stard.

Samuel drove back by himself in a small boat. It would be a good thing if he encountered the police, but if he encountered pirates…

It was unimaginable.

However, it is self-inflicted.

If Samuel hadn't deliberately concealed it, he wouldn't have been taken away!

Nicole heart was very complicated. Just thinking about it, Angie's cry came from inside: "Clayton, it's my fault, I know I'm wrong, please give me a chance…"

Nicole frowned slightly.

This Angie has always been arrogant, and she has never seen her beg for mercy so humbly.

The captain was afraid that she, a little girl, would be afraid, and explained on the side: "Don't worry, Mr. Sloan ordered us. We are very gentlemen. We didn't beat her, scold her, or insult her. We are all civilized people."

Nicole gave him a strange look and twitched the corners of her mouth: "What kind of civilized law? "

She couldn't recall the scene just now, the cruelty of the bloody smell made her stomach churn up and down.

The captain paused, "Didn't you say that Angie has a Tibetan Mastiff, it's scary?"

Nicole paused slightly, flashing a bit of surprise.

It was she who casually complained about Clayton.

The rest, she understood all.

The blood in it is not Angie's.

"We just locked up her. We didn't do anything. We used a little pig's blood to create an atmosphere to frighten her!"

The captain was afraid of scaring her, so he didn't say much about the rest.

After all, Clayton is such a precious, they can't afford to pay after thinking about it.

Just give her some good leeway!

Inside the dark iron gate. Clayton seemed to have changed a person, and he was enveloped in a cold chill.

Looking at the shivering man curled up in the corner.

The huge black animal was lying on the ground, panting and staring.

They didn't beat, scold and humiliate her. It's just a mental torture to scare her so that she can't sleep.

Angie's face was pale, her eyes were scattered, and she felt that she was on the verge of collapse.

But not enough.

Angie grew up in this kind of environment, and she would be immune to some extent.

So this torture was nothing to her.

Chapter 2013

Ah, in fact, it doesn't matter if you admit it or not, if something happened to you, I can only put the blame on you."

Angie covered her face and cried miserably, and she was already embarrassed and vulnerable. "It's not me, it's really not me, let me go!"

Clayton chuckled, terribly cold:"Let go of you? How can you be so cheap, unless you tell me why you have to push Nicole into the sea? Feelings Is it? Because of Eric? No, if it was because of him, when Caleb was arrested ad when you left Mediania, you shouldn't have left so easily. So, what's the reason?"

His voice was soft, But every word carries a bit of playfulness. As if he had expected the answer and just wanted to play a game with her.

If Angie doesn't tell the truth, she will be tortured here forever.

In two months, she will be dead.

"Eric left a long time ago, he didn't even ask you a question. I can't move him. can I still move you?"

Clayton's tone was extremely cold, his eyes were gloomy:

"Your son is going to be with him soon. Well, what a coincidence, I'm going back to Liberty soon."

Angie stiffened and looked up at him suddenly. Her face became extremely ugly. She persisted, thinking that someone would come to her rescue.

But there were no result to rescue.

Eric left without even asking a question.

It should be wishing to die here silently, right?

In this way, no one will bother him anymore!

Tears fell uncontrollably.

She was trembling all over, and she, who had no weaknesses but had weaknesses.

"Don't touch my son, please."

Clayton chuckled: "I never implicate innocent people, and I don't care if your son is Eric's, because he doesn't care about this cheap son at all, if I bully your son, maybe Eric will also applaud. I won't do anything to solve troublesome things for him. But that doesn't mean I won't think about it. So I'll ask you one last time, why are you?"

Angie tensed.

There was silence for a few seconds.

Then she gritted her teeth and said, "It was me, I made people do it."

She thought that if she didn't admit it, Clayton couldn't do anything to her. At least Clayton can survive.

But what matters now is not whether she is alive or not.

Clayton has never been a person who can negotiate conditions. What he wants to achieve will not give up easily.

Angie can bear it, but the child can't. If the child is gone, how can she return to Eric's side?

Clayton's eyes glowed with a sharp light, and he looked at her coldly, without a trace of warmth.

Full of oppression.

"Continue."

He spit out two words coldly, obviously dissatisfied with her simple and scribbled admission.

It was not his purpose to admit a fact he already knew.

Angie took a deep breath, her voice trembling uncontrollably: "I know that Eric doesn't really mean my brother. Eric always thinks that we are people from two worlds, and he looks down on those of us who are on the gray edge. When Nicole dies, you will completely break with Eric. He will have to rely on our power to fight against you. At that time, he will really not be able to leave me. I want to turn him into a person like me, so that, he has no reason to dislike me any more."

Angie's voice became lower and lower, and the whole person lay on the ground, trembling.

She is always looking up at the man who is like a mountain. But the man didn't even bother to look at her So, she could only drag him into the mud and join her in a lowly and humiliating sinking.

Clayton looked at her quietly, with a bit of ridicule and disdain in his dark eyes.

"More than that, you know that I will clear your brother's power in one rage. When you take over your brother's power, you can still be with Eric and kill two birds with one stone, right?"

Angie shook her whole body fiercely and Chilled back. She bit her lower lip and slowly raised her head.

Clayton's face in front of him could not see any bloodthirsty killing. In his heart, they are completely different. But how could he easily read people's hearts?

Whatever Angie didn't say, let her say it.

Nothing to hide.

Clayton's contemptuous eyes stabbed Angie's eyes fiercely.

She lowered her head. Her whole body tense, "Clayton, I was wrong. Really, I shouldn't have made Nicole's idea."

As if he didn't hear Angie's plea for mercy, Clayton hooked his lips, and his tone was cold: "It's useless to apologize for doing something wrong. Playing tricks under my nose. You should have expected the consequences long ago?"

Those indifferent eyes made Angie feel a wave of fear.

She couldn't describe Clayton's cruelty. Behind his well-dressed, there were countless people holding knives for him.

The next second, she was still worried and frightened. But suddenly a strong wind hit, and before she could even react. She was pushed to the ground. Her neck was strangled, and she couldn't move. She widened her eyes and her face suddenly turned the color of pig liver.

She's struggling with both feet.

The man in front of her was like someone from the Shura field, his face was dark and paranoid, and the violent flashes in his eyes made people terrified.

Angie slowly felt a sense of powerlessness on the verge of death, as if a trace of vitality had been taken away by life.

Her struggling movements were getting smaller and smaller, because the hand on her neck was getting harder and harder.

She Can't see why Clayton's expression is so fickle and cold? Is it because of Nicole?

Angie was like a piece of garbage, and could die in this dark room anytime, anywhere.

For Clayton, it was too easy to let Angie disappear.

The Darkness flashed in front of Angie's eyes, and her struggles were useless. She could only hold on to the hand around her neck.

She felt so much Panic, confusion, fear…

Let her mind be crushed in this stinky place.

Angie said she wouldn't kill her. Just like Angie who cheated Nicole wouldn't kill her.

It's all comforting and acting.

Just before she lost consciousness.

Suddenly Angie heard the captain knock on the door outside, and said, "Mr. Sloan, Madam Stanton said that she can't breathe here, so she wants to go up to rest. I asked if you're done with your work?"

Perhaps it was Nicole's words that brought Clayton back to his senses. He let go of his hand suddenly, and slowly took out a tissue and wiped his fingers.

She's afraid she'll get herself dirty.

Angie's forehead burst into blue veins, and she breathed hysterically.

It was like a puddle of mud revived.

Clayton's voice was gentle and terrifying: "It's coming, let her wait patiently for another minute."

He looked at his watch, and his eyes were indifferently placed on Angie: "You are worthless, why don't you just cut it yourself?"

Angie's face paled in horror. She didn't care about her physical discomfort, and said quickly: "Don't kill me, Mr. Sloan. I can help you a lot. I'm different from my brother. Let me stay. I can take my brother's power over to you."

Chapter 2014

Clayton had no surprises. It seemed that Angie's response was what he expected.

This was her last bargaining chip, handing over her hands was for a chance of survival.

Angie looked at Clayton nervously, and the fingerprints on her neck were particularly scary. At this point she couldn't care about anything.

Clayton chuckled lightly, looking particularly gloomy in the dimly lit room.

He said sloppily and coldly: "Okay, then I'll give you a chance. Let me see your sincerity."

Angie clenched her fists tightly and closed her eyes: " My brother didn't have a chance. The forces at home and abroad are all staring at him. He thinks he is like a duck in water but disaster is imminent."

Clayton's eyes flashed, knowing what Angie meant, and withdrew his eyes.

Surprisingly, Angie looked farther than Liliana.

Hehe…

It's not a loss to die at the hands of his own sister.

He Paused then turned away.

Angie heaved a sigh of relief. She was dripping with cold sweat.

She survived.

Clayton went out and glanced warmly, watching what Nicole was saying to Sergio.

Sergio leaned down and leaned as hard as he could. He narrowed his eyes, walked over, put his hands behind her, and said in a warm voice: "What did you say?"

Nicole paused, looked at him sideways, and smiled: "What job is he suitable for?"

Clayton glanced at Sergio, he stood up nervously, his eyes flashed. Turning the wheelchair in one direction, he smiled and said, "Then you figured it out?"

He said while pushing away.

Nicole responded, "PR department."

Clayton got on the elevator and raised his eyebrows, unexpectedly. "Why?"

Nicole glanced at Sergio, then at Clayton, and said in a low voice: "He is good-looking, and good-looking can solve a lot of trouble."

Clayton was silent and smiled.

Clayton smiled casually and did not continue the topic. He went back to the room.

Nicole opened her hands and said, "Carry me to bed?"

Clayton hummed, then bent down and hugged her easily, pinching her around her waist: "I've lost weight."

However, Nicole's eyes lit up: "Really?"

Clayton almost forgot that Nicole had to reward himself for every pound he lost.

She shook her calf and hugged his neck with a smile: "Great, I heard from Kai that there will be a jewelry auction in Liberty after half a month. Let's go to participate!"

Clayton lowered his head and kissed her lips, released it again, and agreed happily.

"Okay."

He put her gently on the bed, but didn't loosen her waist. After leaning down, he unbuttoned his neckline, his collarbones clear and neat.

His kiss gradually went down, kissing the side of her ear intimately, knowing that it was her most sensitive part.

Really.

She originally wanted to push the evidence, but the next second she shrank in his arms, like a clingy cat.

His eyebrows and eyes were lightly dyed dark, and the corners of his mouth were hooked with a gentle arc: "Continue?"

He teased her into a dazed state, and was still politely asking her if she wanted to continue?

Nicole got angry and kissed his beautiful collarbone, and he froze all over.

Taking this opportunity, Nicole gently bit his collarbone.

He sucked in a breath of cold air from the pain, and his voice was low and hoarse: "You want murder to your husband?"

Nicole smiled and released her hand. Her eyes so delicate that she couldn't take her eyes off her: "Let you sober up, I'm still a patient. What!"

Nicole was about to back away as he spoke.

As a result, Clayton grabbed her calf.

The next second, he was back under him.

Next, he did not ask politely, but just smiled: "Don't worry, I have asked the doctor, as long as you don't move much, you can't touch your wound!"

Nicole's face flushed red: "…"

Did you ask the doctor?

Is he poisonous?

It's just that, if she persists, her physical strength is not as good as a healthy man after all.

The two tossed her to the middle of the night before taking her to the bathroom to clean.

Nicole muttered dissatisfiedly: "Mr. Sloan, to be honest, I always thought you were quite abstinent, but after all, I was blind."

I saw you wrong.

Clayton smiled and kissed her on the forehead: "Don't talk about yourself like that, I only do this to you, baby.

He carried her back to the bed and said in a very soft voice beside her ear: "Only you can Got me hooked."

Nicole was confused and didn't seem to hear clearly, so she fell asleep as soon as she lay down.

Early in the morning.

Clayton woke up quickly.

He was afraid that the sunlight would disturb Nicole's rest, so he got out of bed immediately and closed the blackout curtain and he lightly went back and stuffed the quilt for her.

Sitting there for a few seconds, she didn't feel sleepy.

He opened the door and walked out. Sergio didzed off with his eyes closed in the chair. When he saw Clayton coming out, he stood up immediately. His face was flushed. The ward is not soundproofed. He knows exactly what happened last night. He is too young to hang on his face.

Clayton still has traces left by Nicole's loss of control last night on his neck. He does not hide it.

"Send Angie away."

Sergio's face was cold and solemn, and he raised his eyes.

"Send it to Liliana."

"Yes."

Sergio responded, he had no room for doubt.

Clayton turned to go back, suddenly remembered something, and glanced at Sergio: "You go to Mediania first, I will let Roland contact you."

Sergio pursed his lips, hesitated, but nodded. He could have returned to Liberty with Clayton and his wife.

Why suddenly let him go first?

…

Nicole got up, and started to eat breakfast after grooming.

After talking to the children, I put down the phone after the video, and suddenly felt homesick.

Floyd always thought that they were on vacation outside, so he didn't want to disturb their two-person world after a few words.

After dinner, Clayton packed up.

Nicole looked at the hard-working good man at home and shook her head.

He was completely different from the Shura-like person last night.

Fortunately, they did not become rivals.

Nicole touched her neck, smiled, and looked at Clayton: "Darling, will you hit me?"

Clayton paused, then rolled up his sleeves, revealing his well-defined forearms, and pursed his lips: "Of course No. "

Nicole said: "If I hit you, will you fight back?"

Clayton looked at her with complicated eyes, wondering what she wanted to ask in her little head?

"Neither."

Nicole raised her eyebrows: "Thank goodness, we don't beat our own people, when will we go home?"

Clayton: "Are you homesick?"

Nicole nodded.

Clayton's eyes darkened: "Wait, we'll go back when Liliana is caught."

"Arrested?"

Clayton nodded: "Mr. Ferguson has gone back, and the plan will be implemented as usual, plus I put Angie back. It will only speed up. The failure of hard work will end soon."

He said in a warm voice, every word was very meaningful.

Different from just now.

Nicole pursed her lips, a little surprised: "You put Angie back? Isn't that letting the tiger go back to the mountain?"

Chapter 2015

Clayton heard the words, smiled and kissed her lips. "Do you think they are good brothers and sisters with deep feelings?"

He sighed.

Not all siblings are the same as the Stanton family.

Most people value their own interests more.

Nicole wondered: "But they are brothers and sisters after all!"

And they are all mixed up on the road, and they value alliances the most. How can they kill each other?

Clayton smiled and explained: "Angie has never been a simple person. She was chosen by her father to inherit his power.

Like Caleb, like Liliana, she was not as good as her. People who have given up.

Don't look at her now that she doesn't have any sense of existence, but she is much smarter than Caleb and Liliana."

He reached out and touched her hair.

Nicole did not continue to speak, and was very confused. She didn't want to get involved in Angie's affairs, but she almost died in her hands, and it was really cheap for her to let her go back like this.

How nice to hand it over to the police.

Clayton saw what she was thinking and smiled: "It's okay, she's more dangerous beside Liliana than the police. If a dog bites a dog, it means avenging you."

Nicole paused and did not continue. go down.

Forget it, she's fine now anyway, Clayton will take care of everything.

There is an inexplicable trust in him.

She nodded.

The two people were relatively calm, and Clayton didn't deliberately tell her about domestic affairs.

Liliana lost territory and power one after another, and suffered inexplicable blows many times.

He finally saw that someone was targeting him.

The most irritating thing is that most of the site is lost, but it is impossible to find out who did it.

The only thing to be happy about is that the money laundering project went very smoothly.

At the beginning, Liliana was just a small test, and then gradually increased investment, and the trick of the white wolf with empty gloves turned out to be addictive.

Simply put, he directly put all the money into it.

Eric knew the news and just smiled faintly.

Also relieved.

In such a big game, how could Liliana not be fooled?

In the Ferguson Corporation's office.

Eric sat there with a grim expression.

Mitchell raised his eyes and looked at him. Since he brought Eric back from abroad a week ago, his face has not looked better.

There is also no mention of what happened abroad.

He vaguely felt that it had something to do with Nicole and Clayton, but he didn't dare to mention a word.

Listening to Eric's tone , he said in a low voice, "I see, go out."

Mitchell pursed his lips and stood there, hesitatingly did not leave.

Eric looked wrong, lifted his eyes, and said in a cold tone: "Anything else?"

Mitchell said, "Just now, a child came and said that he was… your son."

The voice fell.

Just looking at Eric's expressionless face turned ashen.

He looked at him with cold eyes: "What did you say?"

Mitchell said quickly: "He came alone. There was no one else around, and he stayed downstairs all morning and refused to leave. The front desk felt that something was wrong, so he Let me go and have a look.

Mr. Ferguson, that kid, looks like you…a lot like you."

Mitchell said the last few words with trepidation. If not, he wouldn't dare to take the risk and report it.

Finished.

Eric's eyes shot at him like a cold arrow, and Mitchell felt uncomfortable all over.

"Get out."

He said coldly.

Mitchell paused, nodded, and then left quickly.

When Eric was away, Mitchell was the acting president.

But the Ferguson family's surname is Ferguson after all, and the owner will always be Eric.

Mitchell left with a sad face.

A 3-year-old child with beautiful features was sitting there, his eyes shining brightly at him.

Mitchell did not open his mouth to let him in.

The child may have realized something, and lowered his eyes in disappointment, the light dimmed.

At just 3 years old, he learned to observe words and expressions, and he could already understand some of the reactions of adults.

The child sat there with his head down and playing with his fingers without saying a word, very aggrieved, but also very silent.

Mitchell felt a little distressed, but he sorted out his emotions and walked over with a smile: "Little boy, where are your parents, do you remember the phone number? Uncle can call someone to pick you up."

The child raised his head and clenched his little fist tightly.

He pointed in the direction of Eric's office and said nothing.

Mitchell frowned and coaxed patiently: "This is our boss. He is very busy and won't see you. You have to tell me who brought you here?"

The child took out the notebook and pen, and wrote the word "Mummy" crookedly.

Mitchell paused, "Then who is your mommy?"

The little boy's beautiful facial features were a bit tangled, and he wrote: "Angie."

Mitchell saw it. Hit heart sank slightly. It is really the child of Eric and Angie.

At the beginning, Mr. Ferguson said at a glance that this was not his son, but now this child has beautiful features and big watery eyes that are like a copy of him.

If Eric said it wasn't his son, he, an outsider, wouldn't believe it. But why did Angie send her son over?

The point is, this poor child is still a mute!

Mitchell's heart is really mixed. He knew that Eric had no feelings for Angie at all, and he could even say that he was extremely disgusted.

But the child is innocent no matter what.

It would be cruel to throw this child out and let him live on the streets.

He paused and could only speak: "Wait here. Whether he wants to recognize you or not, uncle said it doesn't matter."

The child retracted his hand sensitively and sat there, looking eagerly at the door of Eric's office.

His eyes are both anticipation and fear.

Mitchell did not hesitate and returned to his office. There was nothing he could do.

He didn't expect that Mr. Ferguson's first son was a mute.

…

Stanton Corporation.

When Grant came out of the meeting, Logan greeted him: "Mr. Stanton, the project we cooperated with Ferguson Corporation can already be closed, but we may be detected by the relevant departments once we start and Ferguson Corporation has already passed it on. The news, let us be short."

Because the matter was important, Logan felt that something was wrong, so he told Grant in time.

Grant paused, his face indifferent.

By now, he already knew Eric's purpose.

Coupled with the assistance of Mr. Jenson, it is not without reason that the project reached the Stanton family so smoothly.

He responded and looked out of the window with complicated eyes: "What's going on in South Africa?"

Logan paused, "Mr. Stanton, someone made a move before we did, and all the forces in South Africa were destroyed. There are very few left, and those who reported or attacked were precisely aimed at Liliana.

You talked to Mr. Jenson, did he do it ahead of time?"

Grant chuckled: "It wasn't him, it wouldn't be Eric, The two will only take care of themselves, without hurting their own interests. They will not take action."

"Who would that be?"

"My brother-in-law…"

Chapter 2016

Clayton will not hesitate to crack down on any attempt to hurt Nicole danger.

Because Nicole is his interest.

Grant paused, "In order to avoid the counterattack, we will send additional personnel to protect Stanton's house, and no one should approach it."

"Yes."

……

Ferguson Corporation.

Eric was very annoyed when he received a call from Keith.

"Is something wrong?"

"Master Ferguson, how long have you been out for a drink? Come to the bar for a drink…"

Eric: "I'm not free."

Keith said: "I heard that Auntie came back, and sister Ingrid still didn't come back. I just learned that she has returned to Liberty, come on!"

Eric frowned and hung up immediately. He got up and went outside. As soon as he went out, he didn't take a few steps.

Suddenly, there was a clack of trivial footsteps behind him.

He was stunned and looked back.

A child who was not even at his knees stood there in white and tender, raised his head and looked up at him, stretched out his hand and pulled his fingers, looking at him eagerly.

Eric frowned, suddenly remembering Mitchell's words.

That child…

He threw off the child's hand suddenly, his face showing disgust:

"Who sent you? Go back."

He still remembered the first time he saw this little child, it was dark, and at first glance it was not his son.

But he was relieved. Not his son is better.

But he didn't expect that the child standing here looked so much like him!

He didn't like the Child and Angie. He knew the origin of the child at once.

Unexpectedly, Angie really delivered the child.

Isn't she at Clayton's place?

Clayton was willing to let her go?

Eric's brows were cold and stern, and his thoughts flashed a little unpleasantly.

But in the next second, the little child took his hand tremblingly, and looked at him with caution and anticipation.

Eric was upset, who knew if Angie had found a child who looked like him to fool him?

He shook off the child's hand again and said in a cold tone, "Wait here."

He went directly to Mitchell's office. Seeing that it was Eric, Mitchell stood up immediately: "Mr. Ferguson."

"Take that child to me for a paternity test."

He didn't believe Angie.

Mitchell paused, "Yes."

Eric turned around and left, and Mitchell quickly followed.

The child stood there alone, carrying a large schoolbag, low and silent.

Mitchell followed Eric and said in a low voice,

"Mr. Ferguson, he… doesn't seem to be able to speak."

Eric paused. His face changed slightly.

When he looked at the child, his eyebrows tightened slightly.

He paused and didn't take another look, and walked out silently.

The child looked at him eagerly, and his two calves ran after him, but he couldn't catch up at all.

The child's eyes were red and he was about to cry.

Mitchell picked him up from behind:

"Let's go."

The child hugged Mitchell's neck sensible, holding back tears.

In a private hospital.

That was Eric's old friend. After the blood was drawn, the doctor glanced at him and the child and smiled: "Congratulations…"

Eric pursed his lips and looked unhappy: "It's too early to say."

After speaking, he turned around and left, ignoring Mitchell and the child.

The doctor looked sideways at the child and raised his eyebrows: "Is it early? Mr. Ferguson's genes are so powerful that the paternity test is unnecessary, right?"

Mitchell smiled shyly, and when he finished drawing blood from the child, he brought left.

In the bar.

Keith and several people had already drank a lot.

Seeing Eric come in, everyone asked him to punish himself for three cups.

Eric didn't make any excuses either.

Keith walked over and patted his shoulder.

There was deafening music outside. Fortunately, the sound insulation effect was good, and the noise from the outside could not be heard in the box.

"Master Ferguson, I heard what happened some time ago? Do you need help?"

Eric didn't say a word.

Someone said, "He wasn't frightened, right?"

Eric's eyes flickered slightly, and his face darkened a bit: "No."

It's just that she was placed in a secret place by him, no one knew about her, and he added more manpower.

Quinn also knew that she was afraid, and she stopped a lot if she didn't walk out the door.

Keith touched his glass lightly and smiled.

"That's good."

"Have you seen Ingrid?"

Eric was straightforward.

Keith drank it: "I saw her at the airport. She was carrying a little boy around three years old by her side, and…"

"And what?"

Eric frowned, his face ugly.

That little boy around three years old should be the one who appeared in the Ferguson Corporation.

It was Ingrid who brought people back?

Eric's chest became even more stuffy and extremely cold.

"And she's also very big, like four or five months old. She's pregnant, you know?"

Keith said in a low voice. After all, Ingrid is not married yet. let go.

Finished.

Eric's face was ugly and livid to the naked eye.

A gloomy chill enveloped the whole person.

"Pregnant?"

Eric gritted his teeth, feeling a few uncontrollable anger in his heart.

Fiercely …

Ingrid, the idiot, the brain is really gnawed by dogs!

She's pregnant with a baby boy!

He was shaking with rage.

No wonder she didn't go back to Ferguson's house when she returned to Liberty.

Keith pursed his lips, "I read that right, and you'd better go and find her. There is no one else around her. It's easy to have an accident when she is pregnant alone."

Eric closed his eyes, and the whole person was shrouded in darkness.

He tried to walk up, but there was always a hand pulling him into the abyss.

"I know, thanks."

Eric put down his wine glass, stood up, and walked away.

Another buddy saw this: "master Ferguson, don't you drink anymore?"

Eric didn't answer and left.

Keith smiled: "He is in charge of everything, it's not that we don't know."

As soon as Eric went out, he took out his phone.

"Ingrid is back, she sent that child here, she must be nearby, look for it, look for it immediately!"

Eric took a deep breath and lit a cigarette, trying to calm himself down.

Unfortunately, to no avail.

Early that night.

Mitchellcai called and said, "Mr. Ferguson, I found Miss Ingrid. She is living in a small apartment under her name."

"Understood, I'll go right now."

Eric got up from the bed, changed his clothes, his face was cold Shen pushed the door open and left.

When Ingrid heard the knock on the door, she ignored it.

But the knocking continued, and it was loud and affected her rest, She could only get up and open the door.

The moment she saw Eric, her expression changed and she subconsciously wanted to close the door, but the person behind Eric had already blocked the door.

"Elder brother……"

Chapter 2017

Ingrid looked up with a pale face and looked at him. Subconsciously, she sucked on her stomach, covering her bulging belly.

But it was useless, it was too late, Eric's eyes caught her stomach for the first time.

It's even more noticeable when wearing tighter pajamas.

Eric's eyes seemed to be on fire, and he gritted his teeth: "Ingrid, you are really… stupid!"

Ingrid shivered, clutching her stomach and suddenly burst into tears: "Brother, I know I'm wrong. It's over…"

Eric pulled her arm with cold eyes and walked out: "It's impossible for the Ferguson family to give birth to criminal children and kill them."

Ingrid trembled with fright and she suddenly started to resist: " No, this is my child too…"

Eric's face froze, holding back his anger: "Ingrid, do you know how much I paid because of you?"

He glared at her with a livid face.

If it wasn't for Ingrid, he wouldn't have to compromise with Liliana, he wouldn't have to join that plan, and he wouldn't have had to hurt Nicole again and again.

He would rather, the person being hurt is himself that is all for Ingrid.

But Ingrid still wanted to give birth to a son.

It's ridiculous!

Ingrid sobbed while protecting her stomach: "Brother, don't you have a good relationship with Liliana? He never imprisoned me, nor did he care about me, and my mother has also been found. Don't care about the past."

Eric face suddenly changed and he looked back at her with a very cold tone "Then how did you come back?"

He was enveloped in a black sullenness, which lingered: "You are pregnant, will scorpion bring you back?"

Hearing this, Ingrid cried even more. "Brother, just because I was pregnant, he actually brought a woman to our house to steal food, and when I saw it, I came back angrily. But… But when I came back, I took you and Angie. My child has also been brought back!"

Ingrid wiped her tears in a panic, helpless and pitiful.

Mentioning this, Eric was even more angry.

"You didn't take care of your own affairs. You are really worried about eating radishes. Haven't you caused enough trouble for the Ferguson family? Are you satisfied with the destruction of the Ferguson family's family?"

Eric roared, his face extremely ugly.

In a fit of rage, no one dared to step forward to persuade him.

Ingrid was so frightened that her face turned blue and white, "I did nothing wrong, big brother."

"Shut up!" Eric scolded coldly. He turned his head and eased his emotions, after a few seconds. The dark eyes looked at her coldly and ruthlessly: "kill the child, I will forgive everything in the past. Or, you take your child and get away from me. I don't want to see you again and you don't want to have anything to do with the Ferguson family in the future!"

Ingrid's face turned pale with fright. "Brother…"

Ingrid wanted to take her arm and beg him, "Don't you have a good relationship with Liliana? Haven't you already started cooperating to do business?"

Eric shook her off, his face terribly cold.

"What do you think?" Eric didn't say yes,nor did he say no.

Ingrid cried a lot, clutching her stomach: "Brother, this is my child too, and…"

"What kind of scm is that scmbag, don't you? is that clear? " Eric said coldly, "How mindless are you? Going to find a child like this, are all the men all over the world dead? "

I didn't expect it either, but…" Ingrid was heartbroken, and under Eric's coercion and temptation, she felt that she was really in a dilemma.

She and Liliana also really love each other! Affectionate love is an indelible existence.

She has given up everything but how can she kill the child now?

Eric's eyes gradually filled with a strong disappointment, and he shook his head with a cold face: "You think about it. Think, tomorrow morning, I'll have someone pick you up to the hospital. "

After speaking, Eric left immediately.

Ingrid fell to the ground crying. She was tangled.

Seeing this, Mitchell squatted down to help her up, and said politely: "Miss Ferguson, this is the chance that President Ferguson gave you. Your father and grandfather were killed by them. How can you give birth to a child like that?"

Ingrid retracted her hand, sobbed, and looked at him coldly: "It has nothing to do with you and don't put your mind on our family's affairs."

Mitchell choked and paused.

"Okay, Miss Ferguson, there is more than one woman beside you. You are his tool to implicate President Ferguson. Can't you see it? Even if it's not for the Ferguson family, it's for your own sake. If he has something in his heart. Can you still bring a woman home?"

Ingrid's face turned pale. She stared at him, breathing quickly: "What do you know? They are normal foreigners. It's not illegal, it's just a cultural difference. he has me in his heart, and when I go back after giving birth, It's still mine."

Mitchell twitched the corners of his mouth and smiled dryly. Then, without saying anything, he turned around and left.

There was no cure.

Mitchell followed Eric and Eric had already got into the car and was waiting for Mitchell.

Mitchell got into the co-pilot and pursed his lips: "Miss Ferguson doesn't want to leave Liliana."

Mitchell didn't tell Eric of the conversation just now and afraid to piss him off.

Eric's eyes were cold and pitch-black, like a dormant giant beast. If he was really provoked, he would eat people.

"Let's go, let someone watch her here, and take her to the hospital in the morning tomorrow."

Whether she wants to or not, once she gives birth to a stubborn child, there will be endless troubles.

"Yes." Mitchell replied.

"By the way, Mr. Ferguson, when she was in the hospital, the doctor checked the child by the way.

He can't speak, there are physical reasons but more psychological reasons.

He is still young, if two experts are consulted, let him If the psychiatrist intervenes, there is still great hope for treatment."

As soon as the words fell, Eric looked at him coldly: "You care about him very much?"

Mitchell was stunned, and immediately said, "Because it has something to do with you."

Eric snorted coldly, "What does it have to do with me? Before the results come out, whether he lives or dies has nothing to do with me."

After speaking, he leaned back again, sinking into the darkness, and closed his eyes.

He didn't believe that this child was the same child he saw before.

Angie must have found a child to deceive him!

Definitely is!

Mitchell didn't say anything, just sighed in his heart.

Hope so.

If that child is not Eric's biological son, perhaps Eric can settle him well. Once it is really his own, I am afraid it is better to be a strange child.

Because he knew that the name Angie was a great stain on Eric.

It was just dawn.

Mitchell received a call from Eric.

Hearing the voice, Eric hadn't slept all night.

Just waiting for dawn.

"Do it now."

Chapter 2018

Even if there is a delay of one second, Eric is not willing to wait.

Ingrid's stomach was like a ticking time bomb.

Once the accident happened, Ingrid gave birth to a child, and his Ferguson family was completely turned to a joke!

He is not selfless enough to raise children for others.

"Yes." Mitchell responded and immediately got up.

The phone call was made to the person guarding Ingrid.

"Miss Ferguson is at home?"

"Yes, he hasn't been out."

"Okay." Mitchell let out a slow sigh of relief. He went straight to the hospital and waited.

Ingrid went to the hospital obediently and didn't cry or make trouble along the way as if thinking about it.

After being pushed into the operating room, everyone breathed a sigh of relief.

The operation took about half an hour. Mitchell asked them to take a rest and waited here.

When the time was almost up, Mitchell asked Eric to come over.

But he didn't expect that, within ten minutes of advancing, there was a sudden noise of things falling in a panic.

Mitchell stood up suddenly.

The doctor inside ran out, his face pale and frightened:

"Miss Ferguson, she…"

Before she finished speaking, Ingrid stood there with her stomach outstretched, a scalpel in her hand, and looked at them with red eyes.

Mitchell frowned slightly, "Ms. Ferguson…"

Ingrid sobbed and took a deep breath: "I won't kill my child. Once the child is gone, Liliana will never return by my side."

Ingrid gritted her teeth. The scalpel was sharp, and no one dared to approach it easily.

The doctor was so frightened that his face turned pale just now.

Mitchell stood there, pondering: "Miss Ferguson, calm down, I will tell President Ferguson right away and ask him to come over and talk to you."

Ingrid sneered, "I don't care, he will only think of himself."

Ingrid held the scalpel and ran outside and afraid that someone would be guarding by the elevator, so she ran to the stairwell and quickly escaped.

But just after she got down to the first floor, she suddenly twisted her feet and her legs became weak, she fell to the ground, and rolled down the stairs.

Bleeding down her body in next second.

A miserable cry resounded throughout the hospital building.

Mitchell informed Eric of the incident, and Eric rushed to the hospital.

After the rescue, Ingrid had come out of the emergency room, her face was pale and she was fainting.

The doctor stood there tremblingly: "I'm sorry, Mr. Ferguson, I'm really sorry for what happened in our hospital."

No matter what, she's also Eric's sister. If you really want to pursue it, they can't afford it!

Eric stood there, his eyes narrowed slightly, and he looked inside fixedly.

The slightly raised belly finally flattened.

His heart was like a stone falling to the ground.

"It's okay, I have to say thank you." Eric said coldly and casually.

The doctor was stunned and stood there puzzled.

Mitchell came over after completing the formalities, glanced at the doctor, and smiled faintly.

"Mr. Ferguson, everything has been arranged. Miss Ferguson needs to rest and take her to Madam. She just happens to be well taken care of."

Eric raised his eyebrows and responded.

It looks very satisfied.

The doctor hesitated, afraid that Eric still didn't understand the situation: "Mr. Ferguson, because Miss Ferguson's miscarriage is serious this time. She will have difficulty conceiving in the future, and she may not have given to a child in future…"

Eric's eyes were indifferent. He looked over and said, "Well, I see."

After he finished speaking, he turned around and left.

Mitchell patted the doctor on the shoulder, "Don't let Miss Ferguson know about this matter, otherwise it will affect her confinement recovery."

"Yes."

Mitchell looked at the people in the ward and breathed a sigh of relief.

On the way back.

Eric sat in the back and looked at the mail.

Mitchell suddenly received a call.

What the other party said made his face change slightly.

He Paused, thanked him and hung up.

"Mr. Ferguson, the news from the hospital, the results of the paternity test for you and that child have come out. He… is indeed your biological son."

In an instant, The atmosphere in the car dropped to freezing point.

Eric raised his head coldly and looked at him: "Can't be wrong?"

"No."

Mitchell took a deep breath, feeling the pressure of death in the air. It was suffocating.

Eric pursed his lips, narrowed his eyes, and reached out to rub his eyebrows.

He was trying his best to suppress his irritability.

"Where's the person?"

Mitchell paused, "Who?"

"That child."

"In the company's dormitory, I asked my colleagues in the secretary department to help take care of me."

He said in a low voice. Before the result came out, he couldn't arrange the child privately.

But Eric had no intention of intervening.

It is easy to find an aunt temporarily, but if it spreads out, it will not affect Eric well.

Eric knew the severity, so he didn't dare to make his own decisions.

Eric did not speak with a sullen face.

Thinking of the conditions with Angie again, she raised her child like this, and wanted to stuff her by his side.

Disgusting enough.

"Mr. Ferguson, it's okay to be like this, why don't you take it back and find an aunt?"

Mitchell asked tentatively, "Or leave it to the lady to watch?"

Eric looked out with dark eyes. His face was gloomy and his tone was cold: "No need, send him to school for boarding."

He didn't want to see that child for a moment. The appearance of that child will only remind him of his humiliating past.

Mitchell hesitated, but seeing Eric's expression, he could only nod his head.

The child is so young, how can he lives in boarding?

Eric obviously didn't like the child and I'm afraid he wouldn't even find a doctor.

Pitiful.

"Okay Mr. Ferguson, I will contact a good school."

Mitchell took a deep breath.

Back to the company.

At the same time, He had to go to work, so he naturally brought his children with me.

Just let him play by himself in an empty conference room.

The little ones were a little overwhelmed by everyone's enthusiasm.

He looked as white and tender as a porcelain doll, and he looked so similar to Eric. Needless to say, he knows it has something to do with him.

Everyone did not dare to neglect.

There were Toys, snacks on the table. The child just sat there obediently. His eyes twinkling, looking at the gift in front of him.

Flattered.

He was nervous and careful. He looked uneasy, not half of Eric's domineering and cold-hearted, and apart from his appearance, his personality didn't resemble him at all.

Maybe no one will believe it. No one likes him so much, not even Mommy likes him very much.

Mommy said that Daddy liked him very much, so he asked her to come to Daddy.

Daddy's colleagues are all very nice.

The child sat there a little embarrassed, and his colleagues outside took turns to come in to feed.

It may be because of the growing environment. When others are not there, The child will not move the things and snacks on the table.

He just sat there, sensible and distressing.

A female colleague coaxed him for a while and asked him to drink some milk and some snacks before sighing: "This child is really pitiful, his eyes are cautious, as if he grew up watching people's faces since he was a child, let him sigh. It hurts to death!"

Chapter 2019

The female colleague also has children at home, so she is very sensitive to the children's emotions.

She can feel it.

This child's inferiority complex and sensitivity are not what he should have at his age.

Another male colleague also echoed: "Yeah, I slept in the dormitory last night, and I was worried that I wouldn't be able to coax him or that he would cry, so I was prepared to stay up all night. As a result, the child washed his face by himself, sleep by myself, and he don't bother others. The next day they came together and he woke up. He is really sensible. If I had such a child, I would wake up laughing in my dreams…"

"Hahaha, You have to have a girlfriend first!"

Everyone was talking and laughing, but they didn't notice that Eric walked in with a dark face.

Eric frowned, his eyes deep and cold.

Mitchell coughed from behind.

The crowd suddenly stopped laughing.

Eric pushed the door directly into the conference room.

The child was sitting obediently in the chair with his head lowered, and when he heard the sound and was suddenly jolted.

He climbed down from the chair and walked silently in front of Eric. He wore same dress from yesterday, just a little wrinkled.

He looked at Eric eagerly, took out the sticky notes and pens he carried with him from his pocket, and wrote stroke by stroke, "You are my daddy."

Eric narrowed his eyes and did not speak.

With some sharp scrutiny.

The child continued to write: "Will you throw me away?"

The child held up the post-it note, and looked at Eric's face cautiously. That cautious look was really unbearable.

He used "also".

Eric's eyes flickered slightly, and there was a trace of unbearableness in his eyes, but thinking about who gave birth to this child, his heart became cold.

He looked at the child in front of him: "What's your name?"

He vaguely remembered that Angie seemed to have said it. But he didn't take it to heart at all.

The child looked relieved, and immediately wrote his name: "Easton Ferguson."

Eric was a little surprised that this child could write so many words, but when he turned his head and thought, he couldn't speak, so he was forced to write.

The last name was Ferguson.

Hehe…

Angie was really well-intentioned.

He looked at Easton with cold eyes, and his tone was cold and indifferent:

"Cann't you speak?"

Easton lowered his head instantly, as if he had done something wrong, covering up his instantly red eyes.

He stood there at a loss, with his feet together, his body tensed, as if he had accepted the pitiful gaze of others countless times, and he was ready for the next sneering words.

Eric looked at him like this, his eyes narrowed: "You have been living with Angie?"

Easton raised and shook his head.

Eric raised his eyebrows and did not continue to ask. As long as he didn't follow Angie, his attitude might be better.

It doesn't matter who you follow.

Angie has been thinking about how to expand her power all day long, and Eric was afraid she doesn't have time to take care of the children herself.

He pursed his lips and pondered for a moment and said, "In terms of blood, we are father and son. I will not throw you away. I will arrange a place for you, as long as you are obedient enough."

Easton raised his eyes, looked at him for a few seconds, and simply nodded.

His eyes overflowed with joy and relaxation.

Eric didn't hate Easton and didn't want to see his innocent and careful eyes anymore, as if he owed the child.

After he finished speaking, he turned around and walked out.

The child chased after a few steps but did not catch up, the door of the conference room was slammed shut in front of him.

Easton was stunned for a few seconds, then lowered his eyes again.

Mitchell then came in and squatted down to look at him with a smile: "Little Master, I have contacted a few schools, and I will accompany you to take a look today. Which one do you like, shall we go?"

The light in Easton's eyes dimmed. It turned out that the good place Daddy arranged for him was school.

Easton lowered his head silently and remained silent, the whole figure seemed to be curled up in a cocoon to protect himself.

Mitchell didn't understand why Easton was so lost all of a sudden.

But probably because Eric sent him to school, Easton was not very happy.

Mitchell touched Easton's head and sighed: "Eric Ferguson is always your daddy. He recognizes you and won't ignore you. But because of your mommy, he has a bit of a grudge in his heart, it takes time to accept you. I hope you can understand."

Easton slowly raised his head and looked at him. He seemed to understand something.

Mitchell took his hand and walked out, coaxing patiently, and the child's face soon returned to normal.

In the hospital.

Ingrid screamed when she knew that her child was gone.

Doctors dare not approach.

Eric didn't even want to look at it.

Taking advantage of the opportunity to change her medicine, she added some tranquilizers, so Ingrid didn't keep making trouble.

When she was awake, she gasped for breath and turned pale.

Mitchell came over to take a look and said politely, "Miss Ferguson, Mr. Ferguson will always have someone take you to home. You can rest in peace there."

Ingrid's face was haggard and sad: "You killed my children!

Mitchell paused: " Miss Ferguson, You ran away before the operation started. After you fell down, The child died."

This sentence made Ingrid's face change. It stabbed her like a thorn.

"If you hadn't chased her, how could I have run away!" She cried, yelled, and vented.

Mitchell paused, "No one is chasing you at all. Miss Ferguson, President Ferguson is very kind. I hope you can consider the overall situation."

"The big picture, why should I think about the big picture? I have to look at his face even when I have a child. When he was obsessed with that b*tch Nicole, why didn't he think about the big picture?"

Ingrid cried hysterically.

Mitchell's eyes narrowed, He took a few steps back, and looked at her coldly:

"Mr. Ferguson has given up a lot of things because of the consequences you caused. Miss Ferguson should be grateful."

After speaking, he tidied up his sleeves, pursed his lips and said, "Someone will pick you up in the evening, Miss Ferguson be ready."

Mitchell left, and Ingrid cried a lot.

Ingrid suddenly thought of something, took out the phone and called out: "Our child is gone…"

Eric got in touch with Quinn, but because the place was secret, he planned to drop it off in person.

In the evening.

Liliana got to the hospital.

It was quiet on the VIP floor.

The footsteps were very clear.

He stopped for a moment at Ingrid's door, knocked on the door, and then pushed in.

"Ingrid…"

As soon as he finished speaking, he looked at Eric who was sitting in front of the bed.

His face was cold and severe, and the whole person was a bit gloomier than before.

"When did you come?" Eric narrowed his eyes and looked at Liliana.

Liliana's face was cold and distorted. He sat there and looked at Eric with a wicked smile. "Brother-in-law, you don't act righteously. Your sister is also pregnant with my child. How can you just fight?"

Chapter 2020

Eric glanced at Ingrid.

Ingrid sat there, curled up into a ball.

Her face was pale, but she looked at Eric with accusation and hatred in her eyes.

That moment.

Eric understood everything.

He stared at Liliana with condensed eyes, and his tone was awe-inspiring: "To you, she is nothing more than a person who can be used. We can't all be controlled by you in the Ferguson family, right?"

Liliana suddenly grinned with a bit of cruelty and brutality.

"Eric, what do you mean? My sister gave you a son, but your sister can't give birth to me?"

Eric looked at each other calmly: "No."

"That child, if you want to take it back, you can. "

Heard the words, Liliana was stunned. His icy eyes probed into Eric's face, and chuckled lightly: "You are really cruel. you don't even like your own son. That child has never seen Angie a few times, and she was sent to school and welfare by her. You know the schools in Southeast Asia, he has been bullied and abused a lot. It was only after his third birthday that Angie found out that he was mute. When she took him back, he could no longer speak."

Eric's eyes narrowed slightly. His heart tightened sharply.

The child's eyes flicked through Eric's mind, looking at his pitiful appearance.

Ingrid couldn't help crying suddenly.

Thinking about the child that she lost makes her sick to her death.

Liliana glanced at her irritably, his eyes lacking emotion. He looked up at Eric, very indifferent: "Eric, my sister gave you her son. You have to take good care of it. If something goes wrong, we will not let you go."

Eric snorted lightly, his eyes calm. He went up to him : "Liliana, don't think too much of yourself."

He had endured that kind of arrogance for a long time.

Liliana squinted his eyes, realized something, and stood up abruptly: "Eric, did you manipulate my money?"

All he could think of was this. He has been on all kinds of alerts, looking for a lot of institutions and professionals to guard against Eric.

He shouldn't have a chance to do anything. But his attitude changed suddenly…

Eric looked at Liliana silently, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth: "Guess."

Liliana said, "Don't think that your mother and my mother-in-law are not here, you can be so arrogant. we are already grasshoppers on a line, and it is impossible to escape."

Eric looked at him with deep eyes and sneered,Turned around and left. He went straight to the elevator, took out the phone and called out.

"In the hospital, do it." The voice just fell.

Realizing that something was wrong, Liliana had already caught up: "Eric, I want to go to the company with you, I want to bring my money."

Eric still didn't believe it. He lightly hung up the phone, put away his mobile phone, and looked at him indifferently: "At will."

The two got off the elevator together.

Some people thought about going up and down in the middle, but looking at the two people in the elevator, they gave up their thoughts.

The bizarre aura of the two people did not deal with it.

One is tall and straight, and he is upright.

A cold and evil, full of hostility.

It seems that outsiders can't get in at all, and if they go in, they will harm innocent people and become cannon fodder.

The elevator has arrived. Eric went straight out and Lillian followed behind.

But the next second.

Suddenly, a lot of bodyguards in black appeared in front of him, and surrounded him.

Liliana's face changed greatly, and he looked at him vigilantly "Eric, what are you doing?"

Eric hooked his lips and turned to look at him: "Of course… I caught you."

Liliana's face was extremely ugly, gloomy and cold, and he stared at him stubbornly: "Arrest me? In what reason are you arresting me? Do you think you can have no scruples without your mother?"

Eric narrowed his eyes, his aura was strong: "Do you think you can threaten me by catching my relatives? It's just that I asked you to threaten me."

After Eric finished speaking, his face changed a bit, his brows tightened, and Liliana looked at Eric, whose eyes were as deep as ink.

Suddenly his heart sank and felt bad.

Mr. Jenson got out of the car on the side of the road and walked over with a smile.

He patted Eric on the shoulder: "Mr. Ferguson, it's been hard work. If it wasn't for you, we would still need a lot of work to catch Liliana!"

After hearing that, his face was as cold as ice.

Liliana heart was tight, "B*stard, Eric, how dare you betray me!"

Eric looked at him indifferently and said nothing.

Liliana excitedly wanted to step forward, but was blocked by bodyguards.

"Where's my money? Did you swallow it?"

Eric chuckled, with a coolness in his tone: "Your money, it's in the treasury of Mediania."

Liliana's face stiffened, and slowly stained anger. Suddenly, he kicked the person beside him, and charged towards Eric.

Mr. Jenson's expression tightened, and he was about to pull Eric back.

These bodyguards are all professional, and dealing with a sting is not a problem.

But before he could meet Eric, Eric greeted him with a cold expression.

Eric punched Liliana's face hard, with a cold and indifferent gaze.

"Are you angry? You deserve it!"

His eyes seemed to be dyed with a fire, burning roaringly.

The repression during this period of time was about to burn out his sanity.

Liliana was not easy to mess with, he knew that he had suffered a loss from Eric, and fought hard.

The two of you were fighting with each other with one punch and one kick, but the rage attacked the heart, lost an inch, and was kicked in the grass by Eric with a roundabout kick.

Liliana clutched his chest and gasped deeply, looking at Eric in his eyes, wishing to kill him.

The people around quickly gathered around.

Mr. Jenson asked people to take Liliana away.

At this moment, Ingrid realized something and ran down wearing the patient's clothes, her face pale.

"What are you doing?"

Ingrid jumped up without saying a word.

Liliana turned his head and glared at her angrily: "Ingrid, you b*tch, you and them planned to call me back and be arrested?

What an unfamiliar white-eyed wolf, dare to harm me, wait for me to go out, I will kill your whole family!"

"No, no, I don't know. Liliana, I really don't know, what the h-e-l-l is going on?" Ingrid stamped her feet eagerly, ran over and grabbed Eric's arm: "Brother, How can you do this? Liliana is your brother-in-law, isn't your relationship very good? Let him be let go!"

Eric looked at her coldly, his eyes full of disappointment. "Brother-in-law? I don't even have a younger sister, where can I get my brother-in-law?"

Ingrid's face froze, she stood there pale, and tears burst into her eyes instantly. "How could you do this? Did you do it on purpose? Use me to call him on purpose? You used my child's life to make a trap, didn't you?"

Eric frowned, looking at her alienatedly: "You live After more than 20 years, but till hae o brains."