The Deserted Rich Beauty (Nicole and eric)

Chapter 2097 Your Kidney Is Injured

Eric did not hesitate at all. He pushed Chance away and walked out.

At this time, the bodyguards who were stationed covertly outside ran in.

"Mr. Ferguson, we caught her.”

Eric's eyes turned cold for a moment.

He seemed to be quite glad.

"Very good.”

Chance followed closely behind Eric. Even with tears streaming uncontrollably down his face, Chance

was afraid that something would happen to his mother.

He was afraid of his mother, but he loved his mother too.

How could a child hold a grudge?

Chance wanted to shout to stop Eric, but he could hardly make a sound no matter how hard he tried.

He could only use his strength to cry silently.

Eric walked to the front. His back was aweinspiring, and he was exuding a terrifying chill. Upstodatee from Novel(D)ra/m/a.O(r)g

Angie did not expect Eric to come prepared.

She was caught so quickly and could not escape.

Finally, she panicked.

"Eric, don’t you want to know why I came here?"

"No."

After Eric finished speaking, Angie was tied up.

Angie struggled to no avail. Looking at Chance, who was standing behind Eric, Angie burst into tears.

"Chance, save Mommy! How can you just watch Mommy die?"

Angie was crying in hopes of touching Chance's soft spot.

Chance was ignorant and naive at his age.

He looked at Eric pleadingly and kept tugging Eric's clothes with both hands, not letting go.

"No... No..."

Chance cried hysterically, and his whole body was shaking.

"Eric, if you kill me, he'll remember you as a murderer for the rest of his life. Are you going to kill him

too?"

Angie roared.

Eric stared at her with dark eyes for a few seconds and glanced at his subordinates. His subordinates

immediately took out a roll of tape to put it over her mouth.

“Mmm! Mmm! Mmm!"

It was finally quiet again.

Then, they stuffed Angie into the car.

Eric looked at his men and said, “Throw her into the river.”

"Yes, sir.”

The car quickly left.

Chance's face was red from crying so much. He looked like a tired and weak kitten.

He cried until he was out of breath.

Eric brushed away Chance’s hand and said in a very cold tone, "You can stay here or leave if you want,

but she has to pay the price."

After he finished speaking, a car parked in front of him.

Eric took a few steps forward, ;h':XMP: another person got off.

He saw that Mitchell was back from Africa.

The car door slammed shut, and the car quickly drove away.

"Daddy..."

Chance cried and tried to catch up. He did not realize that he made a sound. However, this sound was

very raspy and soft, but it was very clear.

Mitchell heard it clearly and looked over in shock.

"Young Master, you can speak now?”

He went over to stop Chance.

Chance cried a lot, so the sound he made was smaller than a kitten's cry.

Even so, Mitchell heard it clearly.

Mitchell was pleasantly surprised and hugged Chance.

"I'll find a doctor for you right away!"

"Daddy... No!"

Chance seemed to only repeat these two words.

Mitchell knew that what happened just now might have traumatized Chance.

He just hoped Chance would forget about it after a good sleep.

After all, who would have thought that

Angie would show up as another person?

If Eric had not deliberately made Mitchell go abroad, Angie would not have let down her guard.

Then, Mitchell would not have found out that the real Yasmin had already died while searching for her

brother.

Her corpse was tossed into the wilderness.

Mitchell did not show up for a while. Sure enough, Angie could not hold back her temper and started to

abuse Chance.

Mitchell sighed.

He just felt sorry for Chance for having gone through so much at such a young age.

Moreover, Eric's attitude toward Chance did not change in the slightest.

Eric took out his anger on Chance because of Angie. This was unavoidable.

After all, Eric was no saint.

Mitchell, as an outsider, would not be able to undo anything.

Mitchell carried Chance back and comforted him for a while. Chance gradually calmed down his

emotions.

Once Chance was asleep, Mitchell called Eric.

"Mr. Ferguson, this place has been cleaned up. Will the young master continue to live here?"

Eric said, "My mother will be back soon. She can take care of him when she returns."

Mitchell paused. "As soon as you left, the young master seemed to speak and made a crying sound.

Should I find a doctor for him?"

Eric was silent for a few seconds.

Only then did he answer nonchalantly.

"You can deal with it. It’s better to find a psychiatrist and make him forget about what happened

tonight."

Mitchell said, "Yes, sir. I think the young master is a kind-hearted boy who's not at all like Angie. He will

definitely be a good boy if nurtured properly."

Eric was amused by those words. He sneered and hung up the phone.

Was Chance a good boy? Who could tell?

Eric did not believe that Angie's child would be good in any way.

However, Chance's actions tonight were indeed beyond Eric’s expectations.

Chance actually stood in front of Eric to stop Angie.

This showed that Chance did not resent Eric even though Eric treated him coldly during this time.

On the contrary, Chance even wanted to save Eric at a critical time.

In Eric's life, apart from being protected by Nicole in a fighting gym when they were in a foreign country,

Chance was the second person to protect him.

Gradually, an indescribable emotion seemed to surface in Eric’s heart and slowly warmed up his cold

heart.

Eric rejected this kind of warmth, but the warmth kept coming and gently touched his heart.

He suddenly felt this feeling was not as bad as he had imagined.

This energy brought on a faint and soft light.

Imperial Gardens.

After the doctor sutured and bandaged Eric’s wound, he breathed a sigh of relief.

"Mr. Ferguson, please don’t wet the wound for a few days. Fortunately, this sharp weapon didn't injure

your internal organs. Otherwise, the consequences would be unimaginable."

Eric closed his eyes and responded lightly.

The doctor thought Eric was tired, so he did not talk too much and left with his things.

Eric could only stay at home to deal with urgent matters during this time.

The company's affairs were handed over to

Mitchell once again.

After a few days, an uninvited guest came to Imperial Gardens.

The maid carefully observed Eric's attitude.

Eric thought he had misheard and asked," Who?"

"It's Mr. Clayton Sloan. He said he has something important, so he came to visit you."

Eric's face turned glum.

It was not surprising that Clayton would know about Eric's injury so quickly.

After all, Clayton, this old fox, was very shrewd.

However, they never had a private friendship. What was Clayton's intention in visiting Eric?

Clayton certainly had no good intentions

However, Eric lowered his eyes and said," Let him in!"

Although Eric did not want to see Clayton, he desperately wanted to know how Nicole was doing now.

Clayton walked in looking like a gentleman. He was handsome and had a great complexion.

He also carried two boxes of gifts that he did not put much thought into getting.

Eric frowned.

"What are you doing here?"

Clayton smiled. "I heard that you injured your kidney?"