His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1309: I Want to Protect You_1

Chapter 1309: Chapter 1309: I Want to Protect You_1

Faced with several people’s inquiries, Jerry River was indifferent.

"There’s nothing to say about this matter, what’s past is past. Don’t delve too deeply, the Seventh Prince’s illness won’t be miraculously cured just because I talk about it. If you really want to know, ask him. If he talks about it, his disease can be cured."

Logan Locke: "What do you want from me? Just say it and I’ll do whatever you want."

Logan Locke was anxious, keen on knowing the truth.

"I’m sorry, Second Prince, but I can’t provide any further details."

Jerry River turned around and started pushing Mane York’s wheelchair away quickly.

Logan Locke was about to follow, but he’s stopped by Chloe Collins.

"Let it go, Your Highness. If he doesn’t want to talk about it, forcing him now will only lead to a pack of lies."

Logan Locke sighed deeply, admitting, "Actually, he’s not wrong. The key still lies with the Seventh Brother. Only if he’s willing to talk and confront his issues, can he let go of his own torment."

This reality was quite helpless.

At dinner time, Chloe Collins went alone to see Liam Locke.

He was awake, pulling the blanket over his face, not getting up, refusing to eat.

Compared to last time, his mood had improved significantly; at least, he wasn’t running around or shouting.

"Dean Collins, it’s dinner time."

A hand reached out slowly from under the blanket, gripping hers tightly.

A corner of a piece of paper peeked out from the blanket, with a few words she wrote on it visible.

She was surprised.

He had brought that letter over.

That letter was her life, her story, the key she tried to use to open his heart.

"We are family." A muffled voice came from under the blanket.

Chloe Collins’ smile was comforting: "Of course, we’re family, forever."

"I want to become strong, I want to protect you." He added.

Chloe Collins blinked slowly, looking at the bulge under the blanket, feeling a peculiar emotion.

After a good while, the blanket was pulled back.

Dean Collins’ red eyes were slightly swollen, as if he’d been crying. He stared at her determinedly, repeating his earlier declaration, "I want to protect you, I want to avenge you personally."

Chloe Collins suddenly felt that Dean Collins at this moment was a bit strange, even terrifying.

Those red eyes reflected a hatred she hadn’t seen before, transforming the enticing red into a bloody red.

She affirmed, "I just need you to live happily. You don’t have to carry any burdens for me."

Liam Locke looked down, not saying a word.

Apparently, he hadn’t taken her words to heart.

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Jerry River returned to the Duke’s Mansion with Mane York, disappointing Mrs. York and the Master.

Yet another plan had failed.

Jerry River was quite frustrated, unable to understand why these ploys didn’t work, especially when they were strategies summarized from countless netizens’ experiences online.

Logically, at the very least, it should have stirred up a fight between Chloe Collins and Alexander Foster.

But it was of no use, like throwing a stone into a lake and having it create virtually no ripples.

He felt upset.

He worried that Mane York would lose confidence. He wanted to talk to her, but feared she would ask about the amnesia. So, he asked Mrs. York to talk to her.

As Mrs. York entered Mane York’s room, she found her sitting at the desk, vigorously writing something.

"Manie, you’re not well yet, why have you gotten up from bed?"

"I’m fine." Mane York said, without raising her head.

The very next second, she put down the pen, exclaiming joyfully: "Solved it!"

Mrs. York noticed her delighted face, without any hint of disappointment, felt relieved, yet also curious, "What good news happened?"

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