Female Novel
Chapter 470
He found it funny. Putting on the bathrobe indifferently, he replied, "It's okay. I'll get Josiah to come over
and have a look in a moment. Don't worry."
I glared at him and didn't know what to say. I went out of the bathroom and called Josiah.
After a few rings, the call went through. I said hurriedly, "Doctor Saunders, Hendrix's wound is bleeding
again, and it's bleeding a lot. Can you come over?"
Josiah was stunned for a moment. He couldn't help but ask, "How could it start bleeding out of
nowhere?"
I was speechless for a moment, my mouth unable to utter the truth. All I could say was, "In any case,
he's bleeding a lot. Come and take a look, I'm begging you."
After hanging up the phone, Hendrix looked at me with his arms crossed and teased with a faint smile,
"Are you planning to tell him about my impatient actions?"
I glared at him and growled, "If you had restrained yourself a little, would this have happened?"
He laughed softly and answered helplessly, "Don't worry, it's not a big deal."
Josiah arrived soon after. When he saw Hendrix's bleeding wound, he narrowed his eyes and raised
his eyebrows. He looked at Hendrix and gave him a lecture. "This had better be a one- time thing.
Make sure it doesn't happen again."
Hendrix shrugged and countered, "You don't have a wife. You can't understand the life of a married
man."
What?
Was he implying that this was my fault?
Josiah sneered and placed his medicine kit down. He turned to me and said, "I'm a little hungry. Can I
eat first?"
I paused for a moment and replied, "Minnie is still cooking. Could you deal with his wound first?"
Josiah found a seat and sat down. He raised his eyebrows and argued, "I'm hungry, so I don't have
much strength. He won't die in such a short time."
Ugh!
Fine!
I went downstairs to help Minnie cook. I heard Hendrix's voice from behind. "You're getting older. Are
you planning to be single for the rest of your life?"
Josiah retorted, "You don't understand the freedom of a single man."
Hendrix mocked, "Don't paint it to be all that great. If you can, try not to get yourself a woman next time
you feel like doing it, and just get it done yourself."
I didn't know what to say...
I shouldn't be eavesdropping to a conversation between men.
Minnie was almost finished with meal preparations, so I started setting the cutlery on the table. Then,
Hendrix and Josiah emerged in the dining room.
The two of them looked friendly with one another. They didn't speak as they ate - table manners that
they had been taught since young. The table was totally silent.
After the meal, Josiah helped Hendrix treat his wounds and informed him with a look of disgust,
"Please don't call me the next time something happens. Thank you!"
Hendrix shrugged his shoulders and snapped back shamelessly, "That depends."
Josiah was too lazy to argue with him. He got up, packed up the medicine kit, and left with his key in
hand.
It seemed that Hendrix was in a good mood.
He leaned against the sofa and asked Minnie to retrieve some documents from the study for him to
examine.
I didn't have anything to do, so I just sat next to him and read a book.
"Hendrix, why did the Moore family suddenly let Andrea's matter go?" I had been thinking about this
since the day before. Based on Valerie's love for Andrea, even if I were to gently give her a shove,
Valerie would already jump to butt heads with me, let alone when it came down to me stabbing her. So,
why had her attitude suddenly changed so much?
Hendrix narrowed his eyes slightly, put down the document in his hand, and raised his hand to signal
me to sit beside him.
After I sat down next to him, he held me and said in a rather hoarse voice, "What can they do without
evidence?"
I pursed my lips. How could they not find any evidence? Andrea was right. That fruit knife had my printsnovelbin
on it. As long as the police ran an investigation, all would be revealed at the snap of a finger.
I felt that Hendrix was hiding something from me. "Were you the one who planned for Minnie to show
up yesterday out of the blue?"
What Minnie said couldn't have been her own words. Hendrix was the likely mastermind behind this.
He pursed his lips and whispered, "Did you think I was about to let my wife be sent to prison and have
me become a widower for the next few years?"