The Reborn Wife Of The Tyrant CEO
Chapter 53

Chapter 53: Chapter 53

"Mom, don’t worry. Who knows if I might turn out to be a business whizz-kid someday?" I wasn’t sure if I was comforting my mom or myself. Anyway, my mom had a good laugh at my comment, she responded, "Whatever you decide to do, your dad and I will support you. You’re our only child, as long as you’re happy, we’re happy. I must’ve been out of my mind in my past life. I have such wonderful parents with such a strong financial backing, yet obsessing over Damon endlessly, only to be left with nothing but pain. If I could move my head more freely right now, I’d give my mom a big hug, but my injury didn’t allow it. My mom stayed by my side for a while, then said she was going back home to cook some roasted chicken for me, which I was really in the mood for, so I immediately agreed After she left, Luna, Clara, and Sofia rushed over Seeing my head wrapped in bandages, they were all heartbroken, asking me, "How are you? Is your head still hurting?" "Who did this to you? I’ll give them a taste of the result of their behavior "

"How long is it till you can recover?" Hearing their words, I felt comfort. Although I was injured, I was glad to have this group of female friends who cared for me. Life really is beautiful. I answered them, ’I’m fine, just a minor concussion. I’m currently working at Coleman Co., I was there with Damon negotiating with a resident, but things didn’t go well and someone took it out on me." I explained the situation. Luna put some nutritional supplements on the table, and then began to complain, "Really, does Damon have something against you? You used to be his loyal follower, now you’ve stopped following him and he’s got you concussed. I think you should divorce him sooner rather than later." Clara agreed, "Right, I heard if two people aren’t compatible, they’ll hold each other back. Whoever has the better luck can suppress the other."

"Then Damon must be very lucky." I sighed and asked Sofia, "Sofia, how come you’re here? Did you go to Coleman Co.?" Sofia shook her head, "I didn’t go, but I sent my mom." I was taken aback for a moment, and then showed a look of admiration. Brilliant! My original plan was for Sofia to cause a scene at Coleman Co., brandishing the evidence I had taken, accusing Ian of his infidelity, which would cause a lot of negative impact for the company, and Coleman Co. would then fire Ace who was still in his intern period, leaving him with nothing. But having her parents go was actually a better choice. Sofia said indignantly, "After my mom caused a scene at the company, Ace actually dared to call me and said a bunch of stuff." "What did he say? What did you say? I asked curiously. "He said he was wrong and hoped I could forgive him, what a shameless man!" Ace replied, "Then I told him I loved him very much and was willing to forgive him, and I even had some personal savings that I could use to go back to his hometown with him to work, but my parents were strongly against it and wanted me to break up with him, there was nothing I could do." As soon as Sofia finished, Luna, Clara, and I all started laughing, her mind really was quick. In this way, Ace would not have any excuses to refuse her. His standards for a future girlfriend would also be very high, where would he find another girl who is both wealthy and loves him? He would always remember Sofia’s kindness to him, but he didn’t cherish it, and ended up losing everything. They stayed with me for a long time before they left. I was bored, so I started playing a game on my phone, but the later levels were too difficult, I gradually became frustrated. "I’m pissed!" After failing the level twelve times, I was about to throw my phone. "What did the phone do wrong?" Jones appeared in the doorway, dressed in a doctor’s uniform, wearing a mask, only revealing a pair of nice eyebrows and eyes, looking cool and handsome. Seeing him, I immediately calmed down, leisurely put down my phone, and said, "Nothing, just stretching." Jones hummed lightly, clearly not really believing my words.

He came in, glanced at the table full of nutritional supplements, flipped through them. Vitamins, honey, truffles, then he saw a bottle of vodka. He raised an eyebrow, "Is this from Luna?" I couldn’t think of anyone else who would give vodka as a nutritional supplement. I didn’t check what these nutritional supplements were, and I couldn’t turn my head too much, so I just nodded casually, "Yep, that’s her." Jones speechlessly put down the gift box, and then asked, "How did you get hurt?" This was the third time I had to explain how I got injured. But I explained with more details to Jones, for example, Ariel lived near the Chemical Plant, the man who negotiated with Damon, Dean, was her father. "Do you think it’s because Ariel contacted him that he went to negotiate personally?" Jones asked again. "What else could it be?" I retorted, "Don’t you think this is a good opportunity for Damon to win over Ariel? He set a trap, and he just happens to be the one who can break it. If I were Ariel, I’d definitely fall for him!" That’s true, if I were Ariel, I wouldn’t be able to resist a man who was both rich and handsome, who spent so much money on me, made such an effort for me, and was even willing to divorce his wife to marry me. As long as I was sane, I’d definitely accept him. Every time Jones saw me acting so indifferent towards Damon, there was always a flash of confusion in his eyes, but it quickly disappeared. "You’re not Ariel," he suddenly leaned in, poked my bandaged head with his finger, and said with a hint of admiration, "Not bad, even though you look skinny and malnourished, you’re surprisingly resilient." "What do you mean?" I didn’t understand what he was saying. "With a moderate concussion like yours, most people would experience some typical symptoms, such as dizziness, vomiting, even amnesia. In severe cases, some might even suffer from partial paralysis or convulsions. But you, you just blacked out for a while," Jones explained. So, he came to check if I was that bad, huh?

Just as we were chatting, Damon surprisingly showed up again. Seeing Jones by my bedside, chatting with me, he frowned slightly. "You’re here." Spotting Damon, Jones greeted him calmly, "I’ve got to go." "Alright." Damon responded indifferently. Only after watching Jones leave did he put down the food he was holding. "What were you two talking about what is wrong with your heart?" My mind went blank for a moment before I responded, "Is there something wrong with my heart?" The next second, I saw Damon turned grumpy suddenly. His gaze turned sharp as he repeated, "Isn’t there something wrong with your heart?" My heart skipped a beat. Jones must have told Damon about my heart discomfort, using it as a cover up for our previous interactions. "Actually, I’m good. I think it might be due to lack of rest. I occasionally feel some chest pain and thought there might be something wrong with my heart. That’s why we asked Dr. Jones about it a few times!" I quickly came up with an excuse.