His Wife Calls The Shots
Chapter 220: Uncle, there’s a situation with big sister.

Chapter 220: Chapter 220: Uncle, there’s a situation with big sister.

Chapter 220

Chloe Collins was unmoved: "Without getting the consent of the person involved, arbitrarily deciding other people’s lives, to put it nicely, your behavior is shameless, to put it bluntly, it’s deadly."

"Also, let me tell you, even if you have great capabilities, it’s impossible to arbitrarily cut off someone’s memory, let alone decide which part of their memory they lose. As a doctor, if you don’t even understand this basic knowledge, I think you should go to a mental health clinic."

These two straightforward and sharp words directly pierced Brandon Spence’s heart.

His face gradually cooled down.

"Are you certain you won’t help?"

She sneered, "Did you forget how you cried last time?"

Brandon Spence clenched his teeth.

That humiliating memory assaulted his brain.

As a grown man, being toyed with by a girl almost ten years younger and made to cry would be a laughingstock if people found out!

He suppressed his anger, closed the three boxes, and before getting into the car, looked back at Chloe Collins: "You’re not the only one in this world who can blend fragrances. Fortune comes and goes, and I hope you’ll never need my help in the future!"

With that resentful remark, he slammed the door and drove away in a flurry of dust.

Chloe Collins withdrew her gaze, glancing over at the grass bush.

"Staying up this late, do you want to be beaten by your dad?"

As soon as she spoke, two little figures emerged from the neighboring garden.

There was no trace of sleepiness on their faces, full of energy, even excessive.

They resembled huskies.

Rupert Frost shrugged, "My dad plays games even later than we do, so he won’t bother us."

Brent Frost looked serious, "My mom does live streaming and sells stuff every night from 9:30 to 12, so she doesn’t have time to look after us either."

Chloe Collins was speechless.

She waved her hand, "Go back now."

She walked into the house.

The two little ones followed behind her.

Chloe Collins stopped and looked down at them, "Do you want to be punished?"

Both children looked up at her in unison.

Rupert Frost blinked his eyes and asked, "Big sister, is that uncle just now your suitor?"

Chloe Collins: "..."

"Hurry back and do your homework."

Rupert Frost: "But I saw him give you a lot of jewelry. Why don’t you want it?"

Brent Frost: "Brother, are you dumb? Of course, it’s because big sister feels his love is half-hearted."

Chloe Collins put her hand on the little one’s head: "Do you want to help me wash the dishes?"

Both shuddered, "Big sister, we’re so sleepy, we’re going back first, bye-bye."

With that, they ran away in a puff of smoke.

Chloe Collins smiled faintly and turned back to the house.

Back at home, Rupert Frost and Brent Frost squeezed their heads together to look at the same phone.

"Brother, don’t squeeze me."

"You don’t know how to do it, stay on the side."

After saying this, Rupert Frost tapped an icon on the screen, representing a video call.

"Shh, don’t talk, it’s connecting."

Both stared at the phone, waiting quietly.

Before long, the person on the other side picked up, and a handsome face appeared on the screen.

"Uncle!" Rupert Frost shouted.

Alexander Foster glanced at the two faces squeezed together in the video and frowned slightly, "Call me Milty."

"Uncle, there’s a situation with big sister over there." Brent Frost hurriedly reported.

"Let me say it, let me say it!" Rupert Frost interrupted.

Alexander Foster leaned back in his chair and said, "Rupert speaks first."

Rupert Frost immediately snatched the phone and recounted what they had witnessed.

The little guy couldn’t help but giggle, "But big sister doesn’t like jewelry, and she didn’t take any of it. She even scolded the uncle."