Female Novel
Chapter 1792
Based on what Percy knew about Old Master Mallory, he would soon be looking into the authenticity ofthe document.
The elevator doors slowly opened, and Nina walked in holding Percy's hand.
Percy took care of her every step of the way. After he pressed the button to go down, he stood guard infront of her while she stood in the corner of the elevator.
"Enough about him. What are you going to do?" Nina looked up and saw his chin. He had a five o'clockshadow after spending the whole night taking care of her in the hospital. Percy would always keephimself neat. However, he did not ask anyone to bring his daily necessities over, so he looked out ofthe ordinary.
He appeared sexy and lazy.
"I'll be fine." Percy patted her head to comfort her.
Nina rested her head on his shoulder, knowing that he only said that to keep her from worrying.
‘Are things really going to be fine?'
If Percy left Mallory Corporation, he would have to start over from scratch.novelbin
She did not have any doubts about his abilities, but she was certain that Old Master Mallory would notmake his life easy. 'If they're determined to ostracize him, how will he survive in A City?'
Percy looked at the woman in her arms who stopped talking. His heart was filled with warmth when hefelt her leaning into his arms.
"Why did you stop talking?"
Nina smiled slightly and replied, "I'm thinking about something."
"What are you thinking about?" There were a lot of people in the elevator, so Percy hugged her tighter.
"I was thinking that if you become jobless, I'll work hard to support you." Nina hugged his waist. Sheexpressed her love for him openly even if it was in front of so many people.
"It seems that I have to work harder so that you won't have to think about how to support me." Percypinched the tip of her tiny nose. He was filled with happiness that he had never experienced before.
"It's not difficult to support you. You'll have to quit drinking, though. The bottles that you drink are tooexpensive. I can't afford them," Nina complained cheekily.
"Yes, Madam!" Percy promised her, saying, "If you don't like me drinking, I'll quit for you."
On the other hand.
The nurse gave Pierre another dose of painkillers, and after a while, the medicine took effect. Hiscomplexion gradually returned to normal.
"Pierre, do you feel any better?" Madam Mallory asked with concern.
Pierre's breathing had eased a little. He glanced around the ward and found that Old Master Malloryhad left, presumably because he was annoyed at how noisy and loud he was when he was screamingearlier.
His fiancee, Cecelia, and Madam Mallory were the only ones left.
"I'm fine," Pierre said with a livid expression as he struggled to sit up.
"Your body is weak now. Stop moving around," Madam Mallory said immediately. She put her hands onhis shoulders to try to stop him from moving.
The nurse on the side chimed in and said, "He's doing much better. Let him sit up. The physicalexamination shows that his body functions are all normal. There's no need for him to lie down like otherpatients."
Pierre looked at the nurse with a stern expression. His gaze was sullen as if he was going to swallowher whole. "What do you mean by that?"
The nurse was updating his chart and was taken back when she saw his fretful stare. She was stunnedand uttered, "What?"
Pierre sat on the hospital bed. After the pain passed, he seemed to have forgotten how abashed hewas just half an hour ago. He threatened the nurse viciously, saying, "Are you saying that I'm not sickand I'm just pretending to be?"
"I didn't mean that..." The nurse knew that he had misunderstood her and wanted to explain that shebelieved that his pain was real. However, she could not deny that it was also a little strange.
They could not find out the root cause, the pain was inexplicable, and the effectiveness of thepainkillers was rapidly reducing. His symptoms were completely different from other patients they'veseen.
"What did you mean, then?" Pierre did not intend to let her off easily. He planned to vent out all hisanger on her.
The nurse put down the chart and tried to explain herself, "Mr. Mallory, what I meant was that your bodyhas no obvious wounds or any signs of internal bleeding, so you can sit up—"
"So, what you're saying is that I'm just pretending to be sick?" Pierre continued to be aggressive withthe nurse.
Seeing how her son was reacting, Madam Mallory knew that he was disconsolate because of whatPercy had done and wanted to vent his anger on others. She quickly stopped him. "Pierre, the nursedidn't mean that. Are you thirsty? I'll pour you a glass of water."
Pierre looked at his mother.
"Uh, I have other patients to check on. If you feel unwell, just press the call bell." The nurse quickly putdown the chart and walked out of the ward.
Cecilia watched as the situation unfolded and looked at the person on the hospital bed worriedly. Sheasked with concern, "Aunt Karen, what's wrong with Pierre?"
Madam Mallory shook her head with a helpless expression on her face. "The doctor can't find out why,so he can only rely on painkillers to relieve the pain."
"It's that serious? My father is close with the director here. Why don't I ask him to come over and havea look at Pierre?" Cecilia looked at Pierre with concern. She was staggered that a man who had alwaysappeared strong could have such a serious illness.
She had to keep an eye out. If Pierre went on like this, she would never marry him.
Seeing that their wedding date was approaching, even though Cecilia liked him a fair bit, she woulddefinitely have her father break the engagement if Pierre had any hidden illness.
Madam Mallory wanted to let it go since even the best doctor could not find anything. However, she didnot want to be a wet blanket seeing that Cecilia was eager to help Pierre solve his problem. She said,"Okay, that sounds great."
Cecilia looked at Pierre and recalled how badly in pain he looked just now. That hideous appearancehad completely ruined his perfect image.
She said, "I'll head out and make some calls, then."
"Go ahead," Madam Mallory said.
After Cecilia left the ward, Pierre still seemed stern. "Why did you ask her to do that? Isn't it just awaste of time?"
"Cecelia cares about you, so you shouldn't turn down her goodwill. With her gone, we can talk aboutwhat happened. Come on, be honest with me. Are the things your brother said true?" Madam Malloryasked. As long as he admitted the truth, she was ready to jump in and help him solve this situation.
It was more difficult for him to deal with these problems seeing that he was still lying in the hospital bed.Only she and his father could help him. If Pierre refused to tell her the truth, he would land himself insome serious trouble when Old Master Mallory found out that this matter was true.
Pierre turned his head around and refused to discuss the matter.
He thought that he could easily solve this matter if he was not lying in bed.
"If you don't tell me the truth, no one can help you," Madam Mallory said earnestly. "Be honest with me.As your mother, of course, I'll help you. If you tell me the truth, I promise that Old Master Mallory won'tfind anything."
"Mom, leave me alone. I can handle this on my own." Pierre was a little impatient.
"You can handle it on your own? You're lying on the hospital bed now and you don't even know howlong the painkillers' effects will last this time around. How are you planning to deal with it? Yourgrandfather may have already started investigating the matter. I'm trying to help you; I'm not doing theopposite," Madam Mallory said to him while frowning.