His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1283 Don’t Hit... Don’t Hit Her... (Updated 5 times) _1

Chapter 1283: Chapter 1283 Don’t Hit... Don’t Hit Her... (Updated 5 times) _1

Chapter 1283

Regathering his thoughts, Master Foster said, "If you too are reluctant for her to marry into the Fosters, then take concrete action! This situation is a great opportunity, you should seal an engagement for her quickly. On our end, we will promptly announce the nuptial news of the Fosters and the Yorks, building momentum. These youngsters will ultimately compromise under pressure."

Tristan answered calmly, "Master Foster, I won’t stop what you want to do, but no one can force me to act or not. I won’t interfere with this matter. If anyone truly wants to implicate the Collinses, I, Tristan Collins, am always at your service!"

The conversation ended without resolution.

Master Foster thoroughly abandoned the prospect of Tristan’s aid, chose to strike first and had someone phone the Yorks to send his regards to the ailing Master York in a bid to foster goodwill. They sent over a list of engagement gifts, waiting for approval from the York’s side. Once agreed, the wedding announcement can be made public.

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After being bedridden for several days, Liam’s mood deteriorated even further.

In the past, at least he could chat like a normal person when facing Chloe. However, now he was unwilling to utter a single word or even eat.

In such circumstances, the doctors were only allowed in to examine him and the nurses to change his medication when he was asleep. Otherwise, it would cause a severe fluctuation in his emotions, leading to detrimental effects.

One night, Chloe heard him muttering in his sleep and quickly ran from her room towards Liam’s.

On the hospital bed, Liam shook his head incessantly with his eyes closed, murmuring, "Don’t hit her... don’t hit her..."

Chloe’s eyebrows furrowed, holding his hand trying to soothe him, "Dean? Dean?"

"Demon... get away from here! Go away!"

He started yelling loudly, swinging his arm around.

He sat up abruptly after a scream.

Chloe wiped his sweat, saying, "It’s me, it’s your sister."

Liam panted heavily with his crimson eyes wide open. His gaze was so unfamiliar that it seemed as if he was looking at a terrifying stranger rather than Chloe.

"Dean, look clearly, it’s me," Chloe said gently.

Her voice was calming and soothing.

Liam gradually resumed normal breathing, his hand clutching Chloe’s tightly. He started to curl up, assuming a defensive posture.

"Have some water."

Liam shook his head, his gaze unfocused, his body still tense.

"It’s okay, it’s safe here now, no one can harm you. Look, only I’m here, there’s no one else."

Liam slowly lifted his gaze, obediently looking around the room. His gaze finally settled on Chloe’s face with the guarded look in his eyes appearing to fade.

Chloe lifted the corners of her mouth and said slowly, "What just happened was merely a dream, it’s not real, there’s no need to be afraid."

Liam’s eyes opened wide, the caution that faded returned as he mumbled, "Not a dream... not a dream..."

This was the first phrase he had managed to utter in his lucid state within the last couple of days.

Feeling that something was off, Chloe continued to probe, "What is it then? Speak out, and we might be able to help you."

Recalling his earlier sleep-talk, she asked, "Who shouldn’t be hit? Have you seen someone being bullied?"

Liam’s hand tightened, his nails seemed to be digging into her flesh.

She endured the pain, maintaining a gentle look in her eyes.

Liam twitched slightly, continuously repeating the words, "Don’t hit her."

Seeing that he was in distress, Chloe decided not to press further and to wait until he calmed down.

But, in the silence, her continuously thinking mind connected two seemingly unconnected threads.

In her sudden realization, she suspected that the person Liam referred to was Mane York.