Secretary's Secret Lover
Chapter 588 He Loves Her Very Much

Chapter 588: Chapter 588 He Loves Her Very Much

A young man said, "Are you crazy?"

Yvette didn’t mean to eavesdrop, but the voices of the girl and the man were so familiar.

Just then, the girl said, "Joseph, you know what? Not only do I find a man to piss you off, but I will also sleep with a man and cuckold you!"

Yvette looked over and saw that the girl was wearing pink fur coat and speaking in an unruly tone. It was Kali.

Joseph said impatiently, "Kali, I’ve told you hundreds of times that I don’t like you. When we were camping back then, you were the one who got drunk and kissed me. That was my first kiss. I didn’t get even with you, but you pestered me instead!"

Kali was so angry that she burst into tears. "Joseph, are you a man?"

"Why do you say that?"

Joseph raised his eyebrows and said in a domineering tone, "Does a man have to suffer a loss in silence? You know what? Even if you slept with 800 men, you would not cuckold me, because I have nothing to do with you. Do you understand?"

Kali stamped her feet angrily and cried out. "Look, I’m going to sleep with men now!"

Then she turned her head and said, "By the way, it’s not 800 but 8,000 men I’ll sleep with. I’m going to the bar to find men now!"

Joseph looked like he did not care at all. "Go ahead! But the bar here is not big. It may be difficult to find 8,000 men."

Kali stopped crying and said with a little pride, "I knew you were reluctant to part with me..."

Joseph crossed his arms, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I just suggest you find a few more bars. One is definitely not enough."

Kali was pissed off.

"You!"

She was too angry to say anything. She covered her face with her hands and ran away.

When she passed by Yvette, she didn’t even recognize Yvette and ran away crying.

Without any hesitation, Joseph walked away in another direction.

Yvette frowned.

Yvette wondered, "The relationship between Kali and Joseph...

"Then what is Lance to Kali?

"Could it be that he was used by Kali to anger Joseph?"

The corners of Yvette’s mouth twitched. She didn’t expect that the man would be used as a tool one day.

Back in the room, Yvette fed the babies. Then Marlon came over.

They had already made the plan.

They were going to ask Keith out on the day of the baby shower.

Of course, when the time came, they would secretly send the babies to Zachery’s place in advance to ensure the safety of the babies.

Meanwhile, Zachery had returned to New York with Isabel. The gun management in New York was very strict, and it was safer than abroad.

In order to rescue Alena without any worries, Yvette agreed on the plan.

As the protagonist of the baby shower, Yvette naturally couldn’t be absent, so she had to let the babies have milk powder for a few days.

Yvette remembered that she had seen Kali just now, so she told Marlon about it.

She asked, "Marlon, how about you inform Lance to see Kali to prevent anything from happening?"

After all, Lance was the one who brought Kali here. If something happened to Kali, Lance could not explain it to the Pruitt family when he went back.

Marlon was stunned. There had been a lot of things going on recently, and he hadn’t had time to talk to Yvette about Lance yet.

Due to the excessive blood transfusion, Lance fell into a deep sleep for five days. Although he was later replenished with Rh-type blood, it was a little too late. There were complications in his leg, and the doctor determined that it was a bone disease.

The doctor’s tone meant that Lance could probably never get rid of the crutch for the rest of his life.

The chance of curing it was quite low.

The doctor felt very regretful. Based on the healing of Lance’s operation, he could have completely recovered and walked normally.

However, he carried Marlon in his arms and walked for a long time that night when saving Yvette’s life, and he did not notice that his joints were damaged. Later, after the large amount of blood transfusion, part of his body functions did not work properly, which led to a serious illness in his injured knee.

After all these things happened together, Lance could not be avoided becoming a cripple.

Marlon had been hesitant for a long time. He didn’t know how to tell Yvette about it.

Yvette looked like she was in a good mood currently. That was because she didn’t know anything. If she knew that Lance became lame because of her, Marlon couldn’t imagine how hard Yvette would blame herself.

Marlon recalled that Lance was silent for a long time after he woke up and knew the result.

Lance’s identity meant that he had to attend a lot of social events. If he suddenly became a cripple, he would inevitably be pointed at by others.

Marlon felt extremely guilty. If he had predicted what would happen when Yvette gave birth, neither of them would have gotten into trouble.

In the end, Lance just reminded Marlon lightly not to tell Yvette about his blood drawing.

Since Yvette had recovered, there was no need to let her know.

Lance didn’t want Yvette to feel guilty.

Marlon felt even guiltier when thinking of that.

A few days ago, he found an opportunity to bring the twin babies over for Lance to see.

Back then, Lance didn’t even look at the babies to save Yvette in time.

Now that Lance saw the babies, his eyes were no longer dull, and he revealed a hint of smile.

After all, they were Lance’s children. How could Lance not like them?

It was just that Lance cared more about the mother of the children back then. Of course, he knew that drawing so much blood would cause a lot of uncontrollable situations, and he might even die.

Lance had thought all about it. However, if Yvette were gone, what would be the use of his blood?

Lance couldn’t accept if that happened, and he didn’t doubt that he would die with her.

After holding the babies for a while, Lance handed them back to Marlon and said lightly, "Yvette has always been worried that I will fight for the custody of the children. Tell her not to worry. I will never fight for it. If you need me to sign an agreement to guarantee that, I can do it, or I can ask Frankie to make it ready at any time. You can have a look at it."

Marlon’s guilt towards Lance had reached its peak.

He deeply regretted his misunderstanding of Lance in the past.

Marlon believed that it would be impossible to find someone who loved Yvette more than Lance did.

"Actually, you should know that Yvette would definitely forgive you if she knew that you were in such a situation for her."

Marlon thought that he couldn’t be too selfish. Even though he was partial to his sister, he couldn’t let Lance sacrifice to this extent.

However, Lance remained indifferent.

Now, Marlon sincerely hoped that Yvette and Lance could get back together. There was nothing better than being together with family.

After a moment of silence, Lance refused.

"I don’t want her to make a choice because of guilt and sympathy."

...

Seeing that Marlon didn’t speak, Yvette found it strange and asked, "Is Lance that busy? He doesn’t even care about the girl he brought with him."

Marlon paused for a moment and said, "He hasn’t been feeling well recently. He’s in the hospital."

Yvette was stunned. "What do you mean by not feeling well? Didn’t he come here to talk ’All the way’? Didn’t he say that his leg had been cured and that he just needed to rest?"

Marlon shook his head and said, "I don’t know the details. Why don’t you ask him when you’re free? He’s in the VIP area on the second floor."

Marlon thought that this was the only thing he could do.

The matter between Yvette and Lance should be solved face to face.

Since Lance didn’t want Yvette to turn back because of guilt and sympathy, Marlon would hide it for the time being and see what Yvette was thinking.

If Yvette saw Lance’s condition and couldn’t let go, it meant that she still loved Lance.

By then, Marlon would tell her the truth and let her make her choice.

If Yvette didn’t love Lance anymore, she would not be back together with Lance just because of sympathy, even if Lance was in such a situation.

Then as Yvette’s elder brother, Marlon would have to be selfish.

He had to hide the matter of the blood transfusion from Yvette.

Marlon didn’t wish to see Yvette have to make a decision because of such emotions.

...

After Marlon left, Yvette felt uneasy for quite a long time.

She didn’t know how bad it was for Lance as Marlon said something a little bad.

But now, it seemed that this was not what she should care about.

After thinking for a while, Yvette decided not to go visit Lance.

The next day, Yvette went for a walk in the small garden again.

Unconsciously, she realized that she had walked to the VIP area on the second floor.

This was not the same path as going to the small garden at all.

She persuaded herself that since she was already here, she would just take a look or even take a peek.

She walked inside, but there was no one in the ward.

"Ms. Thiel." Frankie’s voice was heard from behind. "Are you here to see Mr. Wolseley?"

Yvette turned back. She blushed and stammered, "I... Um, I was just passing by."

The privacy of the VIP wards was extremely high, and not everyone could come here just because they were passing by.

Frankie saw through it but he did not expose her. Instead, he said, "Mr. Wolseley just went for a walk in the garden next door. You can go there to find him."

With Lance’s current situation, Frankie naturally hoped that Yvette could comfort Lance a little bit.

Seeing that Yvette was standing still, Frankie was afraid that she would not go, so he asked, "Do you need me to take you there?"

"Thank you, but I am good. I know the way."

After coming out, Yvette hesitated for a moment and then decided to go and have a look.

It had been over a month since the babies were born, but why Lance was still in bad health?

Shortly after, Yvette arrived at the small garden.

From a distance, she saw the back of Lance in a wheelchair.

When she was about to step forward, Lance suddenly stood up with a crutch.

Then, he let go of his crutch as if he was trying to take two steps forward. However, as soon as he took a step forward with one leg, he couldn’t support himself anymore with the other, and he fell in the wheelchair.

Yvette covered her mouth with her hands in shock.

As recalled, Lance could stand up without a crutch previously. He might not be able to walk for too long, but he could definitely walk on his own.

Why did his injury suddenly become so severe...

Even though Lance fell, he did not give up. He stood up with his crutch for a second time and repeated the experiment as that just now.

It ended up the same.

Without a crutch, Lance couldn’t walk at all.

Then, she saw Lance throw away his crutch and sit in the wheelchair, with one hand hanging down feebly.

It seemed that he was extremely frustrated.

When Yvette saw this scene, she subconsciously felt her heart was torn.

She wondered why Lance’s illness had suddenly become so serious...

No wonder Joseph was not so hostile to Lance.

Just then, a ball suddenly flew over and landed directly at Lance’s feet.

A chubby boy, accompanied by two thin children, ran over to look for the ball.

Seeing the ball at Lance’s feet, the little fatty shouted, "Hey, cripple!"

Lance didn’t respond, but Yvette turned her hand into fists instantly.

Obviously, the little fatty saw that Lance had just tried to stand up to walk. He laughed out loudly and said, "You, a cripple in your wheelchair, don’t pretend that you didn’t hear me, okay?"

Lance turned his head and his gaze was cold. "Are you talking about me?"

The little fatty was frightened by Lance’s eyes, but on second thought, his parents were very powerful bosses. He was not afraid of anyone!

He couldn’t afford to be disgraceful in front of his two friends.

He laughed at Lance loudly, "If it was not you, who else do you think I am talking about? Other than you, are there any other cripples here?"

Hearing the little fatty’s words, the short boy next to him also laughed out loud.

The short boy said while laughing, "Hahaha, this cripple is so funny. I saw him trying to stand up just now!"

Yvette was furious.

She wished to rush over and slap this ill-bred child twice.

However, she was afraid that Lance might not want to see her...

She knew very well that Lance had always been strong self-esteem.

If she showed up now, she might make a fool of herself.

She had to endure it and continue to observe.

"This gentleman is quite good-looking. He should be a powerful person."

Another thin boy seemed to intend to remind the little fatty not to laugh at Lance. What if Lance was very powerful?

But the little fatty said disdainfully, "What’s the use of being good-looking? Who would be fond of a cripple?"

He clapped his palms, took two steps forward, and sneered, "Cripple, if you can help me pick up the ball, I’ll ask my father to find a doctor to install artificial limbs for you. What do you think?"

The short boy next to him couldn’t understand, and he asked, "How to fix artificial limbs? Doesn’t he have legs?"

"What’s the use of having legs? He can’t walk. He is just like a piece of trash!"

The little fatty’s words were particularly vicious.

At a glance, Yvette could tell that the little fatty was an ill-bred little ruffian.

He was the kind of person who bullied others everywhere just because his family was rich.

He was still young, but he was so vicious. When he grew up, he would be so arrogant and domineering to bully others everywhere.

The little fatty continued to mock, "In my opinion, such a leg can be directly sawed off. An artificial limb will be better than this disabled leg!"

Lance’s expression was cold. It seemed that he didn’t want to talk nonsense with this child.

Instead of teaching the child a lesson, he was more willing to teach a lesson to the parent of such a child.

It would be more effective than teaching a child a lesson!

Seeing the arrogant look on Lance’s face, the little fatty was very disdainful.

He thought, "How dare a cripple be so arrogant!"

"Cripple, I’m talking to you. Didn’t you hear me?"

As the little fatty spoke, he viciously kicked Lance’s leg that could not stand up.

Lance’s eyes turned cold. When he was about to reach out to the littly fatty, a stone flew over and hit the little fatty on the calf.

"Ouch! Wee, wee..."

The little fatty sat on the ground and wailed, "Which son of a bitch..."

"Clap!"

A hazelnut flew directly into the little fatty’s mouth.

Although it was not hard enough to smash his face like a stone, it was enough to make him feel great pain.

"Ah! Ah! Ah!"

The little fatty screamed, "Which..."

Halfway through his screaming, he suddenly covered his mouth, for fear that he would be hit by hidden weapons again.