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The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2391 --Chance was Eric's only son.

If something happened to him, Mitchell could not afford the consequences.

Mitchell fell silent.

After a while, the bodyguards brought the perpetrator over.

Someone knocked on the door.

Standing at the door was a young and average-looking girl. She was a plain jane that no one would notice if put in a crowd.

The person in charge paused and said, "Her name is Hannah Simpson."

Hannah looked a little flustered.

"Boss, what can I do for you?"

She did not seem to know what was going on.

Mitchell glanced at the person in charge. The man had a glum face and scolded the girl.

'You were the only one who entered Young Master Chance's room the whole night. What did you feed him?"

Hannah paused. "I didn't. He said he was hungry, so I brought him some food from the back kitchen. After he finished eating, I took it away. What’s wrong?"

The person in charge took a deep breath.

'The back kitchen?! Didn't you know his identity? How could you give him a staff meal?"

Hannah pursed her lips. "But you didn't ask me to prepare food for Young Master Chance, so I didn’t know what to feed him. I asked him if he could eat anything, and he said yes. Young Master Chance hadn't eaten since lunch, so he was starving. That's why I just took whatever I saw to serve him. Is that wrong?"

The person in charge gasped.

He could not find any faults with her explanation.

Hannah was just naive and stupid.

He subconsciously looked at Mitchell.

This was a slap in the face.

Chance had not eaten since noon, and they neglected the kid.

Mitchell's face was stern, and his eyes were dark.

"Did you also give him the painkillers?"

Hannah nodded. "After a while, he said he had a stomachache, so I gave him the painkillers I had with me..."

"How could you simply give Young Master Chance medicine? Don't you know who he is? Can you afford the consequences if something were to happen to him?"

The person in charge criticized her.

Hannah was startled. Her face changed, and she stood there trembling.

"I don't know. What happened to him? Isn't it just a stomach ache? He should be fine after taking the medicine!"

The person in charge rolled his eyes in irritation and pointed at her.

'You're playing dumb with me, aren't you? Are you ignorant or stupid? He's just a child. What kind of painkillers did you give him? He has food poisoning now, and you were the one who gave him random food. You'll have to explain it to Mr. Ferguson later!"

Hannah stood there flustered, not knowing what to do.

"But... I really didn’t know!"

Mitchell rubbed his forehead.

"Where's the rest of Young Master Chance's food?"

Hannah said, "I took it to the back kitchen and threw it away. The dishes were all washed."

She seemed to be frightened by Mitchell and the person in charge's gloomy expressions.

"I... I really didn't know this would happen. I can go to the hospital to see Young Master Chance and apologize to him in person. It's my first time doing this job, and I don't have much experience. I won't do this again!"

The person in charge sneered.

"Dream on. Who would dare to hire you after this?”

The room was silent for a while.

The person in charge paused. "Mr. Crawford, what should we do? Should we call the police?"

Calling the police would make things worse and might bring a negative impact.

However, if he did not call the police, he would have to take the blame for Hannah.

If anything happened to Chance, Eric would blame him later.

The person in charge wanted to distance himself from this incident and prove his innocence. He did not want to be anyone's scapegoat.

Thus, he would rather bear the risk and investigate this matter clearly.

Mitchell pursed his lips and did not speak.

Hannah said, "Don't call the police. I realize my mistake. I didn’t expect it to be like this. You can go to the back kitchen to check it out. I didn't do anything. I don't have the guts to do this. I just graduated from college and haven't looked for a job yet. If you call the police, I won’t be able to find a good job..."

Mitchell fell silent.

"Forget it. I know you didn’t mean it."

The person in charge widened his eyes. "Wait, but we can’t just let her go, right?"

Mitchell glanced at him with an indifferent gaze.

"She won't risk her future. She knows that she'll never find a decent job with one negative comment from us."

Mitchell was calm, but his words carried a warning.

Hannah’s eyes flickered.

Her body tensed up.

She quickly thanked Mitchell.

'Thank you, Boss! Thank you... I'm willing to bear the medical expenses of the young master..."

"Do you think Young Master Chance is short of money?"

The person in charge sneered and laughed at her ignorance.

Hannah lowered her head in embarrassment.

Mitchell gave her a meaningful look.

Then, he took his things and the memory drive that had a copy of the surveillance footage on the table.

"I'll go to the hospital first, so keep an eye on this place."

The person in charge wanted to follow at first, but when he heard the latter part of the sentence, he immediately gave up.

"Don't worry!"

He followed Mitchell all the way downstairs and had completely forgotten about Hannah.

They walked out the door.

Mitchell got into the car and sat in the driver’s seat.

The person in charge waved to him. Mitchell beckoned to the person in charge, who leaned forward slightly.

Mitchell lowered his voice and said, "Watch that woman’s every move. Keep an eye on whoever she comes into contact with."

The person in charge shuddered and looked at him in surprise.

Mitchell was only pretending to let go of this matter.

Was he just putting a long line to catch a big fish?

Mitchell started the car while he said in a deep voice," That's your territory. If anything happens and Mr. Ferguson comes to me, I’ll go to you. I'll get someone to watch her outside. If something happens, I'll come to find you. You'd better pray that the young master is okay. Otherwise, you'll have to close your business."

He stepped on the accelerator and left afterward.

The person in charge gasped.

Mitchell worked for Eric for so long that his words and actions were also similar to Eric's.

The person in charge was completely overwhelmed and panicked.

In the hospital, Chance was sent to have his stomach pumped. It took two whole hours before he came out of the emergency room.

Eric was talking with the dean in the office next door. Someone had already taken the contents in Chance's stomach for testing, and the results would be out soon.

When Chance was pushed out of the emergency room, everyone was relieved.

The night was silent.

There were only a few people on this floor, so it was extraordinarily quiet.

The services in this private hospital were also impeccable. The doctors accompanied Chance and kept Eric informed of the situation.

When the dean heard that Chance was out of the emergency room, the dean took Eric out.

They saw an unexpected person.

Selena sat on the chair at the door of the emergency room, looking lonely and worried.

She was wearing a white dress for the banquet with a black coat over it. She looked a little unkempt.

Eric frowned slightly, walked over, and stood in front of Selena.

"Why are you here?”

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2392--Eric could not help but overthink the situation.

Did Selena have ulterior motives?

When Selena saw Eric standing there looking tall and upright, her face froze slightly. His condescending and aloof attitude made her feel uncomfortable.

However, at this time, she could not care less.

Selena stood up, looked at him, and said bluntly, "Mr.

Ferguson, I came with the doctor’s car earlier. I discovered that something was wrong with Chance, but when I went to inform you, you deliberately ignored me. What were you thinking at that time? Did you think that I was interrupting your blind date? Or was I interrupting you from discussing business with those people? We don't know each other that well yet, and I was just grateful to you. I don't think I gave you any hints about wanting to advance our relationship, so you don't have to guard against me like I’m a thief, right? Yes, I’m not at your social level, and I'm not worthy of speaking to you, but you don't need to avoid me like the plague, right? If you hadn't been evasive, Young Master Chance could've been treated sooner. You’re the abettor!"

Eric was livid, and his face was tense and cold.

"What nonsense are you saying?"

Selena laughed mockingly.

"Nonsense? Isn't Chance your son? After he went into the emergency room, no one was waiting at the door. You just arrived. Even if something happened to him, would you even be sad? Eric Ferguson, you're just a cold-blooded animal! No wonder your son didn't dare to tell anyone when he was feeling sick. He was afraid that he’d disturb your banquet. He also knew that if he told anyone, you would just call him a troublemaker, right?"

Selena blurted out her thoughts. She really felt sorry for Chance.

The poor kid got sick and only took painkillers.

He was such a young kid, but he sat alone in the room and was so out of place with the liveliness and extravagance downstairs.

That was because everyone treated the kid like a puppet.

When Selena thought about the way Chance looked at her just now, she saw disappointment, flattery, and panic in his clear eyes.

However, Chance hid it well.

Eric's face was glum. His whole body was shrouded in gloom, and he exuded a terrifying chill.

He looked extremely intimidating.

Seeing this, the dean next to Eric hurriedly smoothed things over.

"You can't say that. Mr. Ferguson has been here since

Chance came. He was just discussing what happened with the doctors in the office. How could Mr. Ferguson ignore his son? Now that Chance is out of the emergency room, we came to see him...”

Just as he was speaking, the door of the emergency room opened.

It broke the tension between them.

The dean hurriedly greeted the doctor. "How is he?"

The doctor nodded.

"He's alright for now. Let's observe him for one night. His stomach is empty, so just give him something light tomorrow."

The doctor paused, lifted the quilt, and looked at them.

"Young Master Chance really likes this Rubik's Cube. We couldn't pry it away from him no matter what, so we had no choice but to let him hold it. The nurse has already sterilized it."

Selena was slightly startled.

Eric, who was next to her, took a look and frowned. His face was cold and serious.

His tone was domineering and frighteningly cold.

"Ridiculous! He still wants to play when he's in this state?"

Eric reached out, snatched the Rubik's cube from Chance's hand, and threw it on the chair next to him.

It made a dull sound.

Selena's expression changed, but she did not say much.

This changed her impression of Eric.

Before this, she thought that Eric was a good person because he helped her.

However, she did not expect that her understanding of him was just the tip of the iceberg.

What she found out about Eric tonight overturned all the good preconceptions of him in the past.

Selena was really shocked by Eric's attitude.

Eric treated strangers better than his own son.

What was going on?

Chance was pushed to the ward, and Eric stood there motionless.

The dean knew that Eric had something to do, so he followed the doctor to the ward.

After the people left, Eric's dark and cold eyes fell on Selena, who was facing him.

Eric snorted lightly, with a bit of contempt.

"I didn't think that you're such a helpful person, Ms. Nelson. You're just lucky that you discovered him today. Anyway, I'll still give you a thank-you gift. You can contact Mitchell for however much you want."

His voice was deep, detached, and extremely cold.

It was like an ice pool that made one shiver.

Selena looked up at him in shock. Her anger overwhelmed her reason, and she spoke bluntly.

"You're really crazy! You were the one who invited me. I'm not the lucky one here, you are! Eric, if it wasn’t for me, you wouldn't even be able to see your son again!"

Her voice was loud and sharp.

She was different from those socialites who wanted to climb the social ladder. Thus, she was not willing to flatter and curry favor with Eric.

Selena was grateful to Eric, but that did not mean he could insult her like this.

She did not like Eric romantically. Even if Eric gave himself to her, she still had to consider whether it would be worth her while.

Why did he humiliate her in this way with his superior attitude?

Selena stood there with her hair simply tied into a low ponytail. When she was speaking, a few strands of hair on her forehead fell on both sides of her face. Her lips were red, and her face was pale, but that did not conceal her beauty.

She looked elegant yet stubborn as she folded her arms and sneered.

"How much is your son worth? Do you even know this? You don't need to thank me. Since you helped me before, this time, we're even. In the future, let's just treat each other as strangers."

Selena finished speaking, turned around, and was about to leave.

Eric was so angry that he could not speak.

Nothing good came out of Selena’s mouth.

Eric looked at her quietly. He clenched his fists and was fuming.

His body was tense, and he felt like his heart was about to explode.

His face was cold, and his tone was rough.

"If this is your display of gratitude, then I'll gladly accept it. But let me remind you of what you just said about not hinting that you want to advance our relationship. You invited me to see an erotic art exhibition. Isn't that a hint? You kept appearing in front of me repeatedly. Isn’t it

because you have ulterior motives? Didn’t you come to the banquet today with those intentions? You felt that you couldn't stand out in other aspects, so you went to my son. Well, you did it. What more is there to say?"

Selena stood still.

Her emotions were turbulent.

How ridiculous! Her complexion was pale and dull. Selena was speechless because of his words.

Eric could really distort the facts!

She thought, 'This b*stard is even better than most women at quarreling!'

Selena actually lost this battle.

She laughed coldly and was about to retort at him when she suddenly heard the sound of high heels approaching.

Then, she saw a familiar woman standing there. That woman had a good figure, red lips, and extremely strong facial features.

"Mr. Ferguson?"

Selena was only stunned for a moment before she recognized her - Cindy Yeager.

Cindy was wearing a red dress.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2393 --Earlier at the banquet, that woman was conversing happily with Eric.

She was well-matched with Eric in their temperaments and family background.

That woman was Cindy Yeager, the only daughter of the Yeager family, and the actual person in charge of Yeager Corporation.

Cindy was a good-looking and strong career woman with high academic qualifications.

Eric despised pretentious ladies and appreciated this kind of ambitious woman.

That was because they all reminded him of Nicole.

Eric did not want to admit it, but it was true.

At the banquet just now, Cindy was also the only woman who talked with Eric.

Many guests could tell that Eric would only choose a wife who could stand side by side with him instead of clinging to him for support.

Thus, Cindy Yeager’s appearance made many women give up-

It was impossible for Cindy not to hear the argument between Eric and Selena.

When Cindy arrived, she smiled nonchalantly, which made people feel comfortable around her.

Cindy did not ask what was the cause of their fight and stood there with a gentle demeanor.

"Mr. Ferguson, I heard that you left the banquet because of Young Master Chance's health. My father asked me to come over and send his regards to you. How is Young Master Chance?"

Cindy changed the subject in a timely manner and did not overstep any bounds.

She also looked at Selena and nodded without any hostility.

Cindy had just the right sense of propriety, so no one could hate her.

The quarrel between Eric and Selena was interrupted.

Eric did not look annoyed or flustered. He just nodded calmly and loosened his collar.

His eyes were still cold. He looked restrained, and his voice was deep as he said, "Please thank Mr. Yeager on my behalf."

"Can I see Chance for myself? That way, I can explain it to my father."

Eric nodded and did not say much.

Then, he ignored Selena and led Cindy to the ward.

Selena gritted her teeth, rolled her eyes behind them, and was about to leave.

She inadvertently glanced at the Rubik's Cube that Eric threw on the chair.

She paused slightly and went to pick it up before she went in the direction of the elevator.

As soon as the elevator arrived, she heard a familiar voice before she entered.

"Ms. Nelson?"

Mitchell was very happy to see Selena here.

He smiled and said, "Is Young Master Chance alright? Mr. Ferguson was here a while ago and said he'd contact me if anything happened. Thank you so much for today. You're simply the savior of the entire Ferguson family!"

Look, even an assistant could speak nicely.

It was a pity that Eric was not as good as Mitchell, i

Eric was just like an annoying barking dog when he talked.

The corners of Selena’s mouth twitched as she handed over the Rubik's Cube to Mitchell.

'This is the gift I prepared for Young Master Chance. He likes it very much. Can you give it to him when he wakes up?"

Mitchell weighed it and said with a smile, "Since it's a gift from you, why don't you give it to him yourself? Speaking of which, he should also thank you personally. Don't underestimate Young Master Chance. Even though he's still young, he's very sensible. I really don't know what I'd do

without you this time."

Selena smiled and put her hair behind her ear. She finally took a breath.

Mitchell was so nice to her, so she was willing to speak to him.

"Mr. Crawford, I'm glad that you understand, but I can't come here again. Otherwise, Mr. Ferguson will think that I'm deliberately approaching him. Don't you think it's ridiculous? Although I'm divorced, I don't just accept any garbage! He was divorced twice and even has a kid. If he didn't have money, no one would want to marry him. Does he think that he's such a good catch? He should really look at himself. Does he think that all those girls clamoring to marry him are really in love with him? They're only in it for the money in his hand! Anyway, he's nothing without his money, and those girls are only marrying him for the money! Maybe when he dies, no one will even cry for him. They’ll even happily inherit his assets. I didn't tell him all this because I didn't want to hurt him. But I wish that he'll go bankrupt as soon as possible so he can know what it feels like to be out of power. He’ll be even worse than a chicken by then!"

Selena was scolding Eric to her heart's content and felt like she could live a few decades longer.

However, Mitchell, who was opposite her, gradually looked glum and hopeless.

Mitchell opened his mouth, but no sound came out.

Just as Selena was about to say something, a chilling voice suddenly came from behind.

"Mitchell, get the registration done."

Mitchell glanced at Selena with a complicated and sympathetic gaze before he nodded and left.

Eric's cold gaze fell on Selena's stiff back.

Eric could hide his emotions well, no matter when and where.

However, Selena was really challenging his patience time and time again.

Heh...

His eyes were deep, gloomy, and indifferent. They seemed bottomless.

His voice was also colder than before.

"Sorry to disappoint you, but my assets are more than enough for me to squander for several lifetimes. So, it's impossible for me to go bankrupt. Ms. Nelson, I will never understand what it feels like to be out of power or be worse than a chicken..." i

The air was cold and stagnant.

Selena did not even know when he came or how much he had heard.

However, she already spilled her guts, so she could not take her words back.

Since they already had a fallout, there was no need to pretend that everything was fine between them.

Selena’s heart clenched, and her emotions surged.

In the end, anger overcame fear.

Selena turned around and glared at him fiercely.

She mocked him again.

"You can’t even compare to a chicken! At least chickens are tasty and can be eaten. What about you?"

Selena snorted coldly, lifted her foot, and got on the elevator. Then, she pressed the down button of the elevator impatiently.

It was only a few seconds.

The tension between the two was evident as they refused to give in to each other.

A slight kindle could cause a raging fire.

Eric's eyes were sullen and furious. He just wished he could chew her up and swallow her.

He stood there for a long time.

Mitchell came over and saw that Eric was still standing there, so he asked strangely, "President, did Ms. Nelson leave?"

Eric glared at Mitchell, then turned and left.

He was cold and ruthless.

Mitchell felt guilty and followed him quickly.

"President, no matter what, we're lucky that Ms. Nelson discovered the young master in time. Don't take those words she said to heart."

However, Selena was really unlucky to be caught cursing Eric behind his back.

Eric snorted coldly and lowered his voice.

"I’ve finally seen her true colors. This woman is a hypocrite!"

The corner of Mitchell's mouth twitched.

"I think you're mistaken. Ms. Nelson is very sincere!"

At least, Selena was more sincere than the ladies who attended the banquet today.

She was the only one who went to visit Chance, the little birthday boy.

Upon hearing this, Eric sneered.

Eric glanced at Mitchell with gloomy eyes that were intimidating.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2394 --Mitchell immediately shrank his neck and kept silent.

He paused and handed over the Rubik's Cube in his hand to Eric.

"Ms. Nelson gave this to Young Master Chance. He likes it very much. Shall I put it by his bedside?"

Chance must be happy to see it.

Eric glanced at Mitchell coldly.

"Who would like such childish things? Can't you tell if Chance is just being polite?" 2

Mitchell was speechless and thought, 'Did Eric eat gunpowder?'

When they got to the door of the ward, the doctor had already packed up and left. The dean was still there, obviously waiting for Eric.

"Mr. Ferguson, Ms. Yeager left earlier. She asked me to send her regards."

Eric nodded lightly as if he did not care at all.

The reason why Cindy told the dean to send her regards was that she did not have Eric's contact information.

Cindy did not take the initiative to ask for it either. Eric was very satisfied with her sense of propriety.

However, Eric suddenly thought about what Selena said just now that no one would cry when he dies.

Eric was seething with resentment as he thought, 'That woman is so two-faced!'

Mitchell frowned slightly and raised his head in surprise.

"Ms. Yeager?"

Mitchell had just arrived, so he was unaware that Cindy came before him.

He kept this incident under wraps, so it was impossible that anyone would come earlier than him.

Besides the person in charge and Selena, who was at the banquet, who else would know about Chance's incident?

The dean glanced at Eric, and Eric glanced at him, blaming him for being troublesome.

Mitchell paused and looked at the dean.

'You can go back first. Just get a doctor to come over regularly. I'll get a driver to send you back."

The dean smiled and refused. "It's alright. That’s too troublesome. I'll stay in the hospital tonight and will only leave after making sure that Young Master Chance is fine."

"No, you're old and should go back and rest. We trust the doctor that you arrange for us."

The dean looked at Eric and nodded, feeling relieved.

"Okay, then I'll go back first. If there's anything, please feel free to contact me."

Eric nodded and motioned for Mitchell to send the dean downstairs.

In less than ten minutes, Mitchell came back up.

Eric sat on the sofa in the living room of the suite and took a nap.

It was past midnight, so he was tired.

Mitchell opened the door and went in to glance at Chance, who was in the inner room. Chance was still asleep. His face was pale, and his eyes were tightly closed. He was not as vivid as before, which made Mitchell distressed.

He sat opposite Eric and pursed his lips.

"President, I suspect that this isn't an accident."

"Explain."

"Hannah Simpson, a newly recruited employee to serve the banquet hall, gave the young master the meal and painkillers. She said that she just graduated from college. I just did a background check. She hasn't found a job yet because she made a mistake in the student union and has a record in her file. Although she's good at acting, I think everything is just too coincidental. Chance had a stomach ache. A normal person’s reaction would be to tell us first, just like Ms. Nelson..."

When Mitchell was talking, he did not forget to mention Selena to give Eric a good impression of her.

However, Eric's face turned cold all of a sudden. Mitchell continued to speak.

"But Hannah looks like a newbie in the workforce. She looks simple, but this feels unsettling."

Eric's eyes were terrifyingly cold.

He could not tolerate anyone scheming against him or Chance.

"Did you get someone to follow her?”

Mitchell nodded.

'Yes, I’ve made arrangements."

The chill in Eric’s eyes dissipated a little.

Mitchell pursed his lips and lowered his head.

"This incident happened due to my negligence. The young master’s regular servant suddenly asked for a leave of absence, so I thought it would be okay if the young master was alone for one night. I also didn't notice that he hadn’t eaten since lunch. He’s a growing child, so he gets hungry quickly. He also has no defense against strangers..."

"So, what do you want to say?"

Eric looked irritable.

Mitchell paused. "Please don't scold the young master when he wakes up..."

That was what Mitchell was worried about.

Children were fragile.

Mitchell was an adult who drew a high salary, so he could put up with Eric's temper tantrums.

However, Chance was different.

Eric's eyes were sharp as he stared at Mitchell coldly. He remained silent.

Mitchell paused. "What’s wrong?”

Eric sneered. "Why do I feel that you care more about him than I do?"

Mitchell was speechless as he thought, 'Anyone cares about Chance more than you do!'

"President, the young master is a sensitive child. He understands things differently. This was my negligence as I didn't pay attention to whether he had his meal on time..."

"Alright, stop talking nonsense. Hire another servant for him and continue to follow that woman. I have a meeting tomorrow morning, so I'll head back and get changed."

Eric stood up after speaking.

He did not want to argue with Mitchell because of such a trivial matter.

Eric also did not have the patience for Chance.

He was cold but also beautiful, just like a frosty winter night.

Mitchell nodded, watched Eric leave, and sat there by himself.

He took out the Rubik's Cube from his pocket, walked in quietly, and stuffed it into Chance's hand.

After making sure that Chance was holding on tightly to the Rubik's Cube, Mitchell covered him with a quilt and went out.

What a poor little boy!

The night was cold and silent.

Mitchell dozed off on the sofa.

He did not wake up until the scheduled breakfast was delivered the next day.

In the blink of an eye, it was already 9:30 am.

Eric's meeting was at 9:00 am.

Mitchell was half an hour late.

Mitchell took out his phone and did not see Eric urging him. That was probably because Eric knew Mitchell was in the hospital and could not get away.

He sighed.

He really did not know if Eric really loved this child or not.

It was impossible to say that Eric did not care about Chance at all.

Maybe Eric just had not learned how to be a father yet.

Mitchell stood up and went to the bathroom to wash his face, then he went to the bedroom door to take a look at Chance.

Chance was already awake. His small and crystal clear eyes were looking out of the window. His little face was pale, and he looked so frail and cautious.

He was like a piece of fragile glass that could break at any time.

Mitchell pursed his lips, knocked on the door, and entered with a food box.

'Young Master, you're awake!"

Chance blinked. His eyes dimmed instantly when he saw that Mitchell came alone.

He nodded obediently.

Early in the morning, the doctor came and pulled out some of the medical equipment that was attached to his body. They monitored him all night. Now, Chance only felt weak after the gastric lavage.

The medicine had no negative effects on him.

Mitchell sat next to him and opened the food box.

'Your dad had to go to a meeting early in the morning, so he left first. He stayed with you in the hospital last night."

Chance did not seem to have much strength, but he still insisted on making a sound. His baby voice was weak as he said, "Really?"

Mitchell smiled. 'Yes."

"Didn't he blame me for simply eating and interrupting his party?"

Chance was conflicted and cautious.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2395--Mitchell paused and smiled calmly.

"Of course not! Your father immediately left the banquet as soon as he heard about your accident. He loves you very much, Chance. He'll gradually get better at being a father, so we must give him a chance!"

Chance nodded obediently.

Mitchell poured out the chicken soup that was light and nutritious. It was specially made according to the nutritionist's recipe.

"Eat slowly. Just take half a bowl first. Otherwise, it'll be too much for your stomach to handle."

Chance nodded obediently.

He lowered his head and ate slowly with a spoon. The veins on the back of his small hand were a little bruised by the needle, which was particularly conspicuous.

Chance held the Rubik's cube in his other hand and did not let go.

Mitchell smiled and asked, "Do you like this Rubik's cube that much?"

Chance nodded. "A lady gave it to me."

There were so many people at the banquet last night, supposedly to celebrate Chance's birthday.

However, no one prepared a suitable gift for him, only Selena did.

Mitchell said, 'That lady saved you. Do you like her?"

Chance nodded. "Yeah. She was the one who helped me get water and called a doctor for me."

That lady was also very nice and had a good temper. When she looked at him, she would not scrutinize or look at him strangely.

She also would not ask him questions that he did not want to answer.

Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief and stroked Chance's curly hair.

"Eat slowly. I have to go to the office soon. I hired a new maid for you."

"What about the previous one?"

"Your father said that she didn't take good care of you, so we'll hire a new one."

Chance nodded without saying anything.

At first, Mitchell was worried that Chance would be reluctant to part with his previous maid.

However, Chance did not seem to have any opinion on hiring a new one.

While Mitchell felt relieved, he also became a little solemn.

Was Chance displeased with the previous maid in the first place? Was that why he did not have an opinion when Mitchell wanted to hire a new maid?

Mitchell felt a tightness in his chest and touched Chance’s head.

"If you're not satisfied with the new maids, just tell me. I'll hire other maids until you’re satisfied."

Chance paused and raised his head slightly. His amber eyes were clear and pure.

He seemed to be able to see through people’s hearts.

His eyes were like a calm and deep lake. It made Mitchell steal a few more glances.

"I'm okay as long as you are satisfied with them. I don’t want Daddy to think that I'm troublesome."

Mitchell suddenly choked.

He was so sad that he could not speak.

He sighed and really felt sorry for this poor little boy.

"Chance, you’re the young master of the Ferguson family. You have the right to be willful, and you have the right to tell us that you're not feeling well or ask the hotel to prepare the most sumptuous dinner for you. You don’t need to put up with whatever you're given, and you don't need to care about what other people think about you."

Chance was not a grown-up, but his thoughts were mature.

The kid back then who went to the office with a small schoolbag to find his dad had grown up so much in a blink of an eye.

However, Chance no longer smiled.

Mitchell did not know what to say to comfort the child.

Chance raised his head and looked at Mitchell seriously.

"I don’t."

"What?"

"I don’t have the right to be willful because I’m not the child that Daddy wants."

When Chance spoke, his eyes were watery and clear. He was still so cute and beautiful.

However, his face was pale and solemn.

Chance was well aware.

Although Chance was young, he remembered the past clearly.

Chance still remembered the shock and disgust in Eric's eyes when Eric saw him.

It was exactly the same as when Eric saw Angie.

Chance begged for a chance to be Eric's son.

If Eric was unhappy, he could kick Chance out of the house anytime.

Thus, Chance did not want to cause trouble because he did not want to be discarded again.

Mitchell froze all of a sudden. He opened his mouth and wanted to say something, but he held back.

It was useless no matter what he said because Chance could feel it better than anyone else.

Mitchell felt a pain in his chest.

His heart ached for Chance.

The room was very quiet, so much so that they could hear a pin drop.

Chance ate with his head bowed. He put down the spoon when there was only half a bowl of soup left.

No matter how hungry he was, he would still listen to instructions.

Just as Mitchell was about to take it away, there was a knock on the door.

It was probably not the doctor because the doctor would not knock on the door.

Mitchell went to open the door and saw Cindy, whom Eric mentioned last night, standing outside with a middle-aged man.

Mitchell was taken aback, but he quickly smiled.

"Mr. Yeager, Ms. Yeager. What brings you here?"

Cindy was carrying some supplements.

Standing next to her was Cindy's father, Larry Yeager.

Larry smiled and raised his chin.

"I heard that Young Master Chance was ill. It just so happened that Cindy was accompanying me for a physical at the hospital, so Cindy wanted to come and visit the boy."

Mitchell smiled and stepped aside to let them in.

"Mr. Ferguson isn't here. He had a meeting early in the morning, so he left first."

Larry was not surprised and nodded.

"Mr. Ferguson is an outstanding and hardworking man in his prime, so he should be more focused on his work. It's all thanks to you for being such a capable assistant. Otherwise, he would be worried."

Mitchell smiled and said modestly, "It's my duty. Anyone else can do better than me. Mr. Ferguson will be grateful to know that you two came to visit the young master."

Larry smiled. "It’s no big deal. It doesn't matter if Mr.

Ferguson knows or not."

Mitchell lowered his eyes and smiled.

What Larry meant was for Mitchell to let Eric know that they had come to visit Chance.

Mitchell paused. "Please wait a moment. I'll inform Young Master Chance."

Larry nodded.

Cindy stood quietly on the side and did not intrude on Larry and Mitchell's conversation.

Mitchell understood their intentions, but he could not reject them.

He knocked on the door and opened the door to go in after hearing Chance’s voice.

"Young Master... Mr. Larry Yeager and his daughter, Cindy Yeager, from Yeager Corporation are here to visit you. Is now a good time for you?"

Chance raised his head in a daze, blinked his eyes, and nodded.

His face was pale and calm.

He was not excited or happy.

However, he did not show any displeasure either.

Eric taught Chance basic etiquette a long time ago.

Mitchell pursed his lips and felt a little helpless. With a slight smile on his face, Mitchell turned around and opened the door.

"Mr. Yeager, Ms. Yeager, please come in."

Cindy and Larry went into the ward.

The boy on the bed was leaning on an incline on the bed. He was weak and pale, but he still obediently greeted the visitors.

"Hello, Grandpa Larry and Aunt Cindy."

Larry nodded in satisfaction and kept praising Chance.

"Young Master Chance is a smart boy. He'll be just like Mr. Ferguson with a bright future ahead."

Cindy took a step forward and gently touched Chance's head.

However, Chance dodged slightly when Cindy was about to touch him, subconsciously resisting it.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2396

 

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2397

Eric's expression changed subtly, and his face became tense. It was clear that he was also a little anxious.

"My apologies, I have a sudden emergency at home and need to go back now. Let's meet again next time."

Eric glanced at Mitchell, nodded, and stood upto leave.

Mitchell apologized to the crowd again to appease them and hurried to the entrance.

Eric had already gotten into the car.

As soon as Mitchell got into the car, the driver started the car engine.

They dared not delay for another second.

"How is he?"

Eric was dizzy from drinking, so he lowered the car window to get some cold and fresh air.

Mitchell replied, "He suddenly developed a fever. They say that he has a reaction to the imported medicine. I've already informed someone to go over and have a look."

However, Mitchell did not tell him who that "someone" was.

That was because Mitchell was afraid that Eric would scold Selena if he found out.

The disadvantages outweighed the benefits.

The sky was dark, and the cold wind gushed by.

Eric sat at the back with his eyes closed. He seemed so indifferent as if he did not care.

On the other hand, Mitchell’s palms were sweating nervously.

The car sped all the way.

It took them two hours to get to the hospital.

Eric walked in front. His back figure was cold and straight.

When they went upstairs, they saw some people outside the same ward.

Several doctors were discussing something outside. When they saw Eric, they were slightly taken aback.

"Mr. Ferguson...”

"How is he?"

"Don't worry, Mr. Ferguson. The young master has taken some medicine, and his fever has started to subside. We’ll check on him every fifteen minutes. Fortunately, the fever was discovered in time, so it didn’t affect his brain and lungs."

Eric nodded with a gloomy expression.

Mitchell glanced around.

"Where's the person who is taking care of the young master? The one I asked to sign on our behalf."

"She's inside taking care of the young master."

Mitchell nodded, glanced at Eric, opened the door, and walked in.

Just as Mitchell was about to call out "Ms. Nelson", he saw the person inside and froze slightly.

"Ms. Yeager?"

Cindy was sitting beside the hospital bed, carefully dabbing Chance’s lips with a cotton swab soaked in water.

She raised her head, smiled gently and gracefully, then put down the cotton swab and walked out carefully.

"You’re back! I wanted to call you just now. Chance is stable now, so you didn't have to rush back. You must be tired, huh?"

Cindy looked at Eric when she said the last sentence.

She was really attentive, gentle, and meticulous. The question she asked was appropriate for the situation.

Cindy seemed like she was fitting in the role of being Chance’s stepmother.

Eric glanced at Mitchell with a complex and stern gaze.

Mitchell was also surprised to see Cindy, but he only smiled calmly.

The more pressing question in his mind was, 'Where did Ms. Nelson go?’

Eric did not embarrass Cindy and said blankly, "Thanks for your hard work tonight. I'll send you a thank-you gift another day."

"You're too polite. My father told me to pay more attention to Young Master Chance. After all, our cooperation is progressing steadily, so it's only right for me to share your burden."

Cindy smiled and looked caring.

Eric's eyes softened, and a smile finally appeared on his face.

"I should still thank you. It’s getting late. Shall I send you home?"

This was a pleasant surprise.

It was rare that Eric would send a lady home in person.

However, Cindy shook her head and rejected him.

"Mr. Ferguson, you don't have to send me home. You should stay with your son. He needs his father by his side at this time. I'll be fine."

Cindy was considerate of others no matter when and where.

Considerate, magnanimous, polite, and capable - this was the impression Cindy wanted to leave on Eric tonight.

She did not want Eric to only remember her because of a small favor.

Eric admired Cindy even more after she said that. He did not let her go back alone, so he glanced at Mitchell, who quickly stretched out his hand.

"I'll see you off, Ms. Yeager. This way, please."

Cindy nodded politely.

"Goodbye. You can call me anytime if you need anything."

Eric nodded.

It seemed that some tacit agreement had been reached.

Mitchell walked Cindy to the elevator and opened the car door for her. Just as he was about to close the car door, Cindy said, "Mr. Crawford, aren't you curious why I showed up instead?"

After Cindy finished speaking, Mitchell froze slightly.

Mitchell drank alcohol, so his reaction was slower than usual.

He had a dazed look on his face.

"I am curious, but I believe that you and Mr. Ferguson have a tacit understanding."

These words undoubtedly pleased Cindy.

The gloom in her eyes disappeared instantly.

She glanced at Mitchell appreciatively.

"Mr. Crawford, no wonder you can work for Mr. Ferguson for so long. I believe you won't play any tricks behind his back."

Cindy ended the conversation and signaled for Mitchell to close the car door.

However, Mitchell suddenly stood there motionless in the cold wind.

It was awkward for a while.

Cindy looked up at him in surprise.

Mitchell stood there, held the car door, lowered his head, and asked her, "Excuse me, Ms. Yeager. Where did Ms.

Nelson go?"

Cindy's eyes flickered shrewdly and coldly.

"I drove her away."

She spoke bluntly.

"Someone like her will only lower Eric's value if she's with him. Mr. Crawford, Eric trusts you most, so I hope that you will stop making your own decisions by sending this kind of indecent woman to Eric. You know it’s not appropriate."

She was straightforward because she had the confidence to say so.

Cindy was the president of a listed company, Yeager Corporation, and the princess of the Yeager family. She was a strong and successful career woman with a good family background, good looks, and a good figure. She was flawless.

Selena could not hold a candle to her.

For a moment, Mitchell really thought that he was being too conceited to make arrangements for Eric.

However, he instantly stopped his thought when he saw Cindy's shrewd gaze.

"I’ll remember what you say, Ms. Yeager. But I personally asked Ms. Nelson for help on this matter. Mr. Ferguson wasn't aware of it."

Cindy was taken aback for a moment, and her lips twitched.

"Good."

After she spoke, she sat up straight and did not intend to continue talking.

Mitchell closed the car door and spoke to the driver. Then, the car gradually drove out of sight.

He turned around, returned to the hospital, and took out his phone to call Selena.

Mitchell was afraid that Selena would be wrongly accused because of this incident.

After all, he was the one who begged her to go.

In a few seconds, Selena answered the call. "Mr. Crawford, are you back?"

Mitchell chuckled. "Yes, Ms. Nelson. I didn't see you. I saw Ms. Yeager here, and she said you went back. Did you slack off?"

Selena sneered.

"Don’t mention that imbecile. She's so snobby and thinks that she's above everyone. She said some weird things to me for no reason, and I figured out later that she was afraid I’d hook up with Eric."

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2398 --Selena’s tone was sharp and sarcastic.

"Pooh! I'm blind if I can fall in love with a b*stard like Eric! Tell Cindy to relax because there's no way I'll like that man!”

Mitchell gulped. His heart trembled because of what Selena said.

He had never seen Selena so grumpy before.

Selena revealed her true nature after the divorce. It was also clear that she was pissed at Eric.

That was because Eric said some harsh things to her.

People who did not fawn over Eric would not put up with him.

Mitchell felt the same way.

The cold wind blew, making Mitchell shiver.

"I'm sorry that Ms. Yeager spoke to you aggressively, but I begged you to help!”

"It's okay, Mr. Crawford. I helped because you asked, not because of that b*stard!"

Selena said bluntly.

Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief. "Thank you. I'll treat you to dinner next time when there’s a chance."

Just as he was talking, the elevator arrived at the top floor. Mitchell walked to the door of the ward and hung up the phone.

Thinking of something, Mitchell turned and went to the doctor's office next door to ask for something.

Then, he pushed the door of the ward open and went in.

Mitchell saw Eric sitting on the chair beside the hospital bed, playing with a Rubik's Cube.

He was speechless and worried that Eric would throw the Rubik's Cube into the trash can if he was unhappy.

Mitchell closed the door lightly and glanced at Chance. The little boy's face was flushed slightly from the fever.

At that moment, Eric put down the Rubik's Cube and walked out.

Mitchell followed Eric out, and the two of them sat in the living room. Mitchell poured himself a glass of water and drank it all.

"I'm so glad Chance is alright!"

Eric rubbed his fingertips and looked out the window at the dark sky.

"I thought you would send her home. Why did you just send her to the car?"

Mitchell froze slightly.

This was a hint.

Mitchell paused. "Have you chosen the Yeager family?”

"Among the few ladies you picked, she's the most suitable, isn’t she?”

Eric pursed his lips. His voice was especially cold in the dark.

It was as if they were talking about a business. There were no emotions attached.

Cindy had just the right sense of propriety. She readily accepted Chance and showed enough patience and grace, which greatly changed Eric's impression of her.

Mitchell pursed his lips. He took out a bill from his pocket and put it in front of Eric.

Eric narrowed his eyes, and his expression became stern.

"What does it mean?"

Mitchell sighed.

"As you can see, I asked Ms. Nelson to sign the document. Ms. Nelson stayed by the hospital bed most of the night, but in the end, Ms. Yeager took her credit and ridiculed her. It's just unfair to her. I'm not talking about your marriage or anything like that. I'm just telling the truth."

Eric was Mitchell's boss, but they were also friends.

Mitchell knew Eric best.

That was why he knew it was useless to voice this out.

Tonight’s incident was not one of the important indicators for Eric to evaluate Cindy. This was just an unexpected situation.

Looking at the name on the paper, Eric pursed his thin lips tightly. His voice was stern and deep.

"Are you hoping I'd choose her?"

Selena was not a good match for Eric in any aspect.

Mitchell smiled. "I just wanted you to know the truth tonight because I didn’t want this to sway your decision.”

Eric threw aside the piece of paper. His face was glum with an inexplicable chill.

"Prepare a thank-you gift and send it to her. Don't be curt."

Mitchell understood what Eric meant.

He nodded and looked at the time.

'You can rest for four more hours. Will you make do for the night here?"

Eric rubbed his temples. He had a few drinks earlier, so he did not feel like going out into the cold.

'Yeah.”

Mitchell nodded, asked someone to bring Eric a blanket, and left the hospital by himself.

Life went on just as usual.

Mitchell got an expensive gift for Selena. Eric had always been generous and approved after just one glance.

When Mitchell sent it over, Selena refused to accept it.

However, as soon as she heard the price, she immediately took it back.

"I'll accept it since it's a thank-you gift.”

Mitchell smiled. "Keep it. Mr. Ferguson doesn’t mean what he said. There are just too many girls trying to hook up with him. That's why he misunderstood you. He's not a bad person."

Selena smiled and nodded. 'TH curse him less for the sake of this gift."

Mitchell was speechless and thought, ‘Should I get Eric to thank you for that, then?'

"Is Chance alright?"

Selena thought, 'How could that poor little kid be so unlucky to have such a father?'

Mitchell nodded. "He can be discharged from the hospital after two more days of observation. By the way, he’s been wanting to thank you, and he hopes to see you if there's a chance.”

"Forget it. I don't want others to misunderstand that I'm trying to get close to his father through him."

The corner of Selena's mouth twitched.

She looked at Mitchell and said, "Mr. Crawford, I signed an agreement after I divorced Derek that I'd pay him compensation, but the lawyer told me not to pay him a cent. I'm just afraid they'll cause trouble. Can you ask the lawyer to give me some advice? If I have to pay the compensation, I plan to sell the bar."

"Are you willing to?”

"What else can I do even if I'm not?"

Mitchell smiled. "Don’t worry, the lawyer will contact you soon. You don't have to pay him a penny."

Selena took a deep breath.

During this period, Derek always went to the bar to make trouble to urge her to pay up.

How could Selena have so much money?

Derek just had his eyes on Selena's bar and wanted to kick her out.

Selena lowered her eyes. "Thanks."

'You're welcome."

Mitchell smiled and said goodbye.

The night was not over yet.

Derek wandered back to the bar with his groupie. This looked like his second spot for the night.

It was not the first time Derek and his friends went to the bar to eat and drink for free.

When Selena was not around, the staff did not dare to argue with Derek.

That was because there was nothing they could do about a drunken man.

The lights in the bar were dim and romantic.

The singer on the stage was singing a slow song.

The waiter came over and said in a low voice, "Mr. Norton brought some people here again."

Selena's eyelids twitched. Her heart was turbulent.

She thought, 'Why didn’t he just die suddenly when he drinks so much every day?'

With a cold expression, Selena went to Derek's booth.

"Bring out the good alcohol, that 1982 vintage wine! And a pack of beer..."

Selena stood there with a glum face and said in a cold voice, "The bottle of wine is worth $50,000. You have to pay first before we bring out the wine."

Derek froze. He then slapped the table, pointed at Selena's nose, and scolded her.

"B*tch, how dare you ask me for money?”

The people around froze for a moment. They were almost drunk. Seeing that Derek and Selena were about to quarrel, they tried to stop them.

"Selena, this is your bar, so it's no different from your home. Don’t argue with Derek lest you become a laughing stock!" "Yeah, Selena. Although you and Derek are divorced, you used to be family. It's not nice to draw such a clear line, don't you think?”

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2399--"No one else here pays before they drink. Why are we treated differently?”

"Do you think we can’t afford to pay?"

Those people started talking one after another.

The tension between Derek and Selena intensified.

Fortunately, the music in the bar was loud. An upbeat rock song attracted everyone's attention.

Selena stood there and felt nauseated when she heard what they said.

She kept her composure, took a deep breath, and looked at Derek.

"You came here a few days in a row without paying, and I couldn't tally my accounts. If you don’t pay, don't come again."

Before Derek got mad, Selena looked at the others and said, "Also, it's only natural that you pay when you go out drinking. Derek and I divorced, so how are we a family? He's f*cking taking advantage of his ex-wife! Have some shame!"

Derek's friends became infuriated, and they could not calm down after being humiliated by Selena.

"Mr. Norton, is this your ex-wife who never fights back when you hit or scold her? She's so disrespectful after your divorce!"

"That's right! She clearly looks down on us!"

Derek's face was glum. He threw the glass in his hand on the ground and looked at Selena coldly.

"You still have the cheek to mention money? You ran me over last time, and you didn’t pay a penny of my medical expenses. You didn’t even give me the compensation you agreed to. So what if I drink two bottles of your wine? Are you going to be so calculative? Our agreement was written in black and white, so you can’t renege on it! If you pay me the compensation, I won’t ever come to this sh*tty place even if you invite me in the future!"

Derek's face and neck were flushed from drinking, and he lost control of his emotions.

Selena had no doubt that Derek would hit her in the next second, as he had always done in the past.

This time was no different.

When Derek swung his hand at her, all of Selena's rationality was replaced by impulsiveness.

Her heart was beating extremely fast, and her blood was boiling. The pent-up resentment and unwillingness in her heart seemed to break through their restraints.

Selena endured it for too long. This marriage tortured her so much that she felt like she lost her human rights.

After she got divorced, she could not continue to shrink in her shell like a tortoise.

Otherwise, she would collapse, lose control, and die.

Thus, before Derek’s slap landed on her, Selena dodged to the side. She reached out and picked up a beer bottle on the table, smashing it on Derek's head.

"Smash!"

The sound was lost in the deafening music.

However, at this moment, time seemed to be frozen.

Derek's friends froze in shock and watched motionlessly.

Soon, dark red blood flowed from Derek’s forehead. It was extraordinarily bloody and gruesome in the dimly lit surroundings.

The beer bottle was smashed to pieces, and Selena stood there calmly.

Derek's facial features were distorted as his vision blurred.

Selena was not the slightest bit scared or panicked. Instead, she grinned and laughed heartily.

She firmly grabbed Derek’s collar as if she was holding a lump of disgusting fat meat. Her voice was extremely cold as she spoke every word clearly.

"You want to hit me? Let me tell you this. The last time I ran you over at the hospital entrance, I was deliberately trying to kill you. It's a pity that you didn’t die, but you won't be so lucky every time. Are you trying to get yourself killed? I'll fulfill your death wish, then!"

Selena pushed him away violently, took another beer from the table, and smashed it on Derek’s head again.

She was determined to bring him to hell with her.

The demon in her heart was unleashed and out of control.

It was not worth it, but it was certainly enjoyable for her.

The glass shards got stuck in Derek's head.

Derek could not utter a complete sentence. His face turned from white to blue. He opened his mouth, and his face twitched before he fell straight to the ground.

Seeing this, his friends were so frightened that they sobered up instantly and stood up.

"You killed him..."

As that person spoke, Selena looked at him. That person was immediately too scared to say another word.

Selena took the remaining glass and pointed at them.

"He’s dead. None of you can escape because you're all accomplices."

At this moment, Selena was at peace.

She was suppressed by her debt to her grandfather most of her life and dared not fight back.

The ridiculous thing was that she was not even a Nelson. That was why the Nelson family bullied her unscrupulously.

Now that she was released from the emotional

imprisonment, she no longer had to worry about anything.

At this moment, Selena felt truly free.

This was not the first time she wanted Derek dead.

The others panicked and hurriedly shouted.

"Call the police and send him to the hospital!"

"It has nothing to do with us! She did it first!"

"Is he dead?"

There was chaos all around.

Selena still had a clear mind.

She threw away the wine bottle, dusted her hands to make sure no glass shards were left, then turned around and left with a blank face.

Selena went upstairs to her bedroom to get some thicker clothes before she slowly walked downstairs.

The upbeat rock music came to an end.

The music was also not as deafening as it was.

Selena saw that Derek's booth and its surroundings had started to become chaotic.

Many guests panicked.

The waiters were also a little overwhelmed.

Selena went over and patted the manager's shoulder. "Let's close the bar early today."

"Boss, what will happen to you?"

"I’ll be fine."

Selena had planned to admit what she did.

She smiled, then sat at the bar and waited for the police to arrive.

The customers left the bar one after another.

The waiter also went upstairs, knocked on the door of the private rooms one by one, apologized to the customers, and asked them to leave.

Selena was calm as if this had nothing to do with her.

Five or six minutes felt like a century.

The police patrolled the neighborhood at night to ensure the safety around the bar.

Thus, it only took them less than ten minutes for them to arrive after the call.

The bar was pretty much empty with no other customers. Only the staff was present.

Most of Derek’s friends left, and only two of them waited for the police.

When the police saw the scene, Derek's friends immediately pointed at Selena.

"She did it! We're all witnesses!"

The police officer went over. "Ms. Nelson? Did you do it?"

"Yes."

"Please come with us."

They did not delay further since the witnesses pointed to the accused, and the accused admitted it.

Before Selena left, she glanced at the manager, who quickly handed over a copy of the surveillance footage.

"This is the surveillance footage this week. It may be helpful to the case."

The police expressed their satisfaction with their active cooperation.

Just then, the ambulance came and took Derek away.

As soon as Selena went out, the cold wind blew on her face. She clenched her fists and lowered her head to make a wish.

The police officer looked back to see her muttering to herself and asked, "What did you say?"

Selena smiled and looked up at the starry sky. The evening breeze was cool, and her voice was brisk.

She felt relieved.

"I was just making a wish hoping that the resuscitation failed and he'd die."

The police officer was speechless.

The Divorced Billionaire Heiress Chapter 2400-A Shrew’s Mouth

It was late at night.

The police officers at the station recognized Selena as the woman who got into an accident at the entrance of the hospital last time.

Thus, they also knew that Selena had a relationship with Eric.

After some thought, a police officer called Mitchell to inform him about the situation.

When Mitchell found out, he was still a little confused.

"Mr. Crawford, I don't know if you want to get involved in this matter. I'm just afraid to offend Mr. Ferguson."

Mitchell understood that the officer was being tentative, so he smiled and said, "Mr. Ferguson and Ms. Nelson are not very close friends, but we do owe her a favor. How about this? You can continue the interrogation while I ask Mr.

Ferguson what he plans to do."

"Okay. I'll let you know if there's any news."

After the officer hung up the phone, Mitchell hesitated whether to inform Eric about this. He was in a dilemma.

Eric was scheduled to have dinner tonight with Larry and Cindy Yeager and talk about cooperation in the meantime.

They should be in the restaurant by now.

Mitchell took a deep breath and thought that it was better to drive straight to the restaurant.

He was waiting if Selena would contact him in person. Since Selena and Eric helped each other previously, Selena might just bite the bullet and ask for Eric's help.

However, she did not.

It seemed like she did not intend to ask anyone for help.

Half an hour later, Mitchell went up to the top floor of the restaurant.

The weird thing was that the top floor was empty.

Moreover, Cindy was sitting with Eric alone. Larry was not there.

Mitchell understood in an instant. Larry wanted to pair his daughter with Eric, so he did not stay as a third wheel.

Eric was cold and indifferent as his stern face was in the shadows.

He seemed emotionally detached.

Even on such an occasion, Eric did not show any intimacy with the woman across from him.

The two of them seemed to be talking about the company's matters.

Cindy, who was sitting opposite Eric, was more expressive. She talked about different topics from time to time and did not mind Eric's monotonous and boring answers.

Mitchell sighed. It seemed like Eric would more likely favor

the Yeagers in a marriage alliance.

If Eric did not help Selena, she might be jailed for the rest of her life.

Mitchell stepped forward bravely, respectfully, and politely.

"Please excuse me, President and Ms. Yeager."

Eric glanced at Mitchell. "What’s the matter?"

Cindy also looked at Mitchell with some scrutiny.

Mitchell pursed his lips calmly. "Something unexpected happened that needs your attention."

"Speak."

Eric spoke in a cold voice.

Mitchell looked at Cindy and said nothing.

Cindy's eyes flickered slightly. She stood up.

"I'm going to the bathroom. You guys can talk."

Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief.

As soon as Cindy left, Mitchell took a step forward. He thought she left, so he did not lower his voice.

"President, the police station called just now, saying that Ms. Nelson beat up Derek Norton. The situation looks serious, and she has already been taken away by the police."

Eric's face changed slightly, showing a bit of shock.

He suddenly threw the knife and fork in his hand in front of him.

"Is that woman crazy? She beats and swears at people as if the police station is her home!"

Anger crept across his face.

Mitchell stood there. Just as he was about to say something, he heard the sound of high heels approaching.

It turned out that Cindy did not go to the bathroom at all. Otherwise, she would not have come back so soon.

Mitchell’s expression changed slightly.

Cindy walked up to them, took her bag, and smiled apologetically.

"I forgot my bag. By the way, what happened? Can I help in any way?"

She looked at Eric and did not glance at Mitchell.

Mitchell knew that he had offended Cindy thoroughly.

Eric's face was stiff and indifferent. His throat moved slightly, and he was silent for a few seconds. Then, he stood up, took his coat, and said in a cold voice, "I have something to do. Please excuse me."

With that said, Eric lifted his foot and walked out.

Mitchell breathed a sigh of relief.

At least, Eric would not ignore Selena.

Mitchell nodded at Cindy, turned around, and was about to follow Eric.

As a result, Cindy stopped him.

"Mr. Crawford."

Mitchell paused and looked back at her.

Cindy's originally gentle expression was now fierce and furious. She stood there and sneered.

"Didn't I tell you not to drag Mr. Ferguson down?"

Mitchell pursed his lips. His tone was equally indifferent.

Tm Mr. Ferguson's assistant, and I don't dictate what he does. I just report to him, and he makes his own choices."

After that, Mitchell walked out indifferently.

Cindy's eyes were a bit sinister.

She was not used to putting on a gentle facade for such a longtime.

Cindy chuckled and thought, 'How can I lose to a divorcee?'

How ridiculous!

Downstairs, the lights shone on the ground, and many vehicles were on the road.

Eric was on the phone as he got into the car.

Mitchell got into the car and went straight to the police station.

"Oh, that's what happened. She was indeed too impulsive.

But judging from the surveillance footage, she wasn't the one who made the first move. Derek Norton is a rascal. I’ll get my lawyer to go over there. Don't let her say anything until my lawyer arrives."

Eric was talking to the person on the phone in a low voice. He was not anxious and was very logical.

Mitchell could tell that he was talking to someone from the police station.

Soon, Eric hung up the phone and rested his forehead on his fist. His face was dark and gloomy.

"How did you find out about this? She asked you for help?"

The woman scolded him so harshly before, so she was probably too embarrassed to ask him for help.

Mitchell paused. "No, Ms. Nelson didn’t look for anyone. Someone from the police station called and asked if we wanted to help her. I wasn't sure, so I asked you."

Eric gave him a meaningful look and chuckled lightly.

"She didn't dare to beg me, but I'm rushing to solve the problem for her?"

Eric felt like his forehead was stamped with the words "kiss * _ _»i ss !

Mitchell trembled, and quickly said, "Ms. Nelson is probably crying right now. She’s flustered and doesn't know what to do. After all, she saved the young master. We shouldn't just sit back and watch her get jailed!"

Eric was livid, and he did not make a sound.

The air turned cold in an instant.

Mitchell kept quiet.

They arrived at the entrance of the police station and had yet to get out of the car.

Eric asked in a deep voice, "Is Derek Norton dead?"

"No, but he was seriously injured. Now, he's still in the emergency room."

Mitchell spoke cautiously.

Eric sneered. "Well, that woman's going to be pissed off!"

Mitchell knew who Eric was referring to.

Fortunately, Eric did not ignore Selena, so at least she could be bailed.

Eric got out of the car and walked into the police station with a cold expression.

She wanted to see how Selena panicked and cried in despair.

As a result, they heard people screaming inside before they reached the door.

It was not any better than the time Eric got scolded by Selena a few days ago.