His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 1496: How Did He Die?!_1

Chapter 1496: Chapter 1496: How Did He Die?!_1

Chapter 1496

Finally, she waited until the man put down his book. He cherished the book and placed it carefully, without any folds, just like a brand new one.

She was somewhat envious of that book.

"If I let you go, you’ll regret it in the future," the man’s voice echoed.

The young girl’s eyes trembled, quickly shaking her head: "No regret."

The gaze that had seemingly seen everything looked over at her, questioning, "Why do you insist on staying with me?"

Without hesitation, the girl replied, "My parents said that with you, I would live, I want to live."

"Did your parents know me?" the man lightly tugged at his lips.

"Yes, they said you were very powerful and could rule the whole world in the future."

"No one can rule the entire world, your parents thought too much."

"But..." her gaze remained steadfast on him as always: "I believe in you."

"My parents are dead now, I only trust you." Her eyes were slightly moist.

Milton White leaned back in his chair, his long fingers softly tapping on the table. After a while, he asked, "On the day your parents died, was I there?"

The girl was puzzled. Why would he ask such a question when it was him who knew it most clearly?

However, she obediently answered: "Yes."

"What was I doing?" he asked softly.

"You were watching from a distance, then you left."

"Just watching?"

The girl fell silent, slightly pursing her lips, and uncertainty in her eyes.

"My parents said you could save me."

"I can’t save you." his voice soft.

The girl’s heart beat nervously, a mix of complex emotions swirled in her eyes, "Can I stay? I can do anything, for real."

"You need to learn."

"I can study at home, I learn things quickly, really, my parents had me learn foreign languages, I can finish one in a day, don’t believe me, I’ll show you."

As she got increasingly worked up, the man lifted his hand to stop her from continuing. He blinked, as if trying to hide some kind of emotion.

After a long silence, he finally conceded, "Go find the butler to arrange for it."

The girl was delighted, flipping herself out of the room.

Not long after, the assistant outside walked in, anxiously, "Mr. Carson, this girl is taking too many liberties, you can’t spoil her like this."

Milton White only asked, "How did her parents die after all?"

Miss Fry bowed her head, hesitated for a moment, then said, "They died of illness, they were the longest living among that batch of experiment subjects, and even had this child, they were the strongest."

"Exactly how did they die!" The man’s voice fell.

Miss Fry knew she could not hide it anymore, her face paled, she managed to say, "It was...his order, that day, you went but did not prevent it."

Milton White’s pupils darkened.

Miss Fry’s hands trembled slightly, she didn’t dare to breathe freely.

Regarding this, he deliberately concealed it in hopes that the man would not feel any psychological pressure.

After all, when these things happened, he was still asleep, and the one controlling his body was his secondary personality.

Over the years, he has witnessed many conflicts between the primary and secondary personalities. It was a war without smoke or argument.

And this year, the secondary personality appeared more frequently, which meant that the primary personality was in danger of being swallowed.

Milton White’s careful control became more and more powerless.

"Get out." The man finally spoke.

Miss Fry felt relieved and hastily retreated.

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