chapter 9 frame the blame

It's a sleepless night, but a wall can't stop two hearts.

Britney Lyall was wrapped in quilt and looking at the door with a blush on her face. She was looking forward to it.

Expect the door to open, or not?

Is he still Morgan Santee when he was a child? He still remembers that when he was a child, that thin and timid boy was bullied and beaten, and he jumped over to protect him by accident.

Over time, this kind of protection became a kind of dependence. The little boy always liked to pull the corner of her clothes and look at him with admiration.

Now, a small seedling has grown into a towering tree, has it begun to protect itself from wind and rain?

"You don't need to worry about anything."

Morgan Santee closed his eyes and put his head on the bed board and said calmly, "I, my family, and you are enough."

A truly knowing smile appeared at the corner of his mouth: "You are enough, bullshit rights, the world, let it go..."

Britney Lyall felt inexplicably relieved and slowly fell asleep with a smile on her lips.

The night was silent and long.

Julisa Lyall sat in the hallway downstairs with a kitchen knife in her hand, listening carefully to what was going on upstairs, and slowly fell asleep...

Nothing Britney Lyall expected or expected happened, and she was very calm.

When she woke up and walked out of the room, the table was already filled with sumptuous breakfast, and Morgan Santee was busy placing it.

Julisa Lyall was busy in the kitchen and took out a few bowls: "Let's eat. Mu Zhi went out to buy them all early in the morning."

Her eyes were red, swollen and bloodshot. She put down the dishes and chopsticks and quickly pulled Britney Lyall aside.

"Were you okay last night?"

"What did you say?"Britney Lyall face turned slightly red and she whispered shyly, "He is very well-behaved."

"That's okay!" Liao Hongmei breathed a sigh of relief and turned around and murmured: "It's rare to see such well-behaved children."

Feoras Goundrey seemed to be still sleeping and did not come out to eat.

After finishing her meal, Britney Lyall took out her bus card and prepared to go to the hospital for transfer.

"I'll go with you!"Morgan Santee wiped his hands after helping to clear away the dishes.

"No need, I can do it."

Britney Lyall whispered, then reached into his pocket and took out a coin: "You use this."

"The bus is too slow, I'll take you there."

"No, don't."

Britney Lyall thought of the car that took her home and immediately refused: "I don't want you to trouble your friends anymore, okay?"

"Okay, then I'll borrow a car."

"Stop borrowing. They're afraid we'll borrow something."

Julisa Lyall sighed: "Otherwise, you can go there on my uncle's old motorcycle, so there won't be any traffic jams."

Broken motorcycle?

When Morgan Santee saw the dilapidated Jialing 70 motorcycle in the corner, a hint of silence flashed in his eyes.

The car was definitely more than ten years old, old, oily, and had a broken muffler.

"Forget it, I'll go by myself, you don't want to go."

Looking at the motorcycle, Britney Lyall felt a flash of embarrassment.

"It doesn't matter, I'll take you there quickly."

Morgan Santee turned over and got on the motorcycle and started it. The roaring sound caused a huge black smoke to rise. Britney Lyall carefully got into the back seat. The smoke billowed and the gong broke like thunder. The two set off on the road.

There were loud sounds and thick smoke billowing, and people around him pushed their windows open and covered their noses, shouting curses.

"This Feoras Goundrey is a heartless thing..."

At the entrance of Cowrarc City Central Hospital, an ambulance was parked there, and Wilbur Mundy was standing in front of the car, waiting.

Dozens of doctors seemed a little impatient around him. If it weren't for Wilbur Mundy presence, he might have exploded long ago.

I received an emergency notice last night that a particularly important patient would be transferred from the Central Hospital to a private hospital. All doctors had to go to the entrance of the Central Hospital to greet him, and no one could be absent.

Moreover, various gossips are flying all over the sky. This patient not only requires high-standard reception, but also free treatment. It is said that he is related to the lover of a certain big shot.

Because of this, at three o'clock in the morning, it was freezing cold, and all the doctors and nurses lined up at the door to greet him. They were so tired that they were already staggering around.

Anyone who dares to be late will have their monthly bonus deducted, and whoever dares not to go will be fired immediately.

It's too much, too unscrupulous.

The resentment in the hearts of almost all doctors can no longer be suppressed. Are they bullying people?

"Cheer up."Wilbur Mundy looked into the distance with a hint of teasing: "The patient has arrived in our territory, what are you worried about?"

Several doctors showed knowing cold smiles.

There was a huge roar on the road in the distance. When all the doctors saw the person coming, they were stunned.

Morgan Santee stopped the car with an indifferent expression, and Britney Lyall got out of the car.

Wilbur Mundy coughed lightly, and all the doctors understood and bowed in unison: "I'm sorry, Miss Liao, we were wrong, please forgive me."

Britney Lyall looked very frightened and waved her hands and bowed repeatedly: "I'm sorry for causing you trouble. I'm really sorry."

Morgan Santee leaned on the car with a hint of sarcasm on his lips. It was obvious that his voice contained teasing, disdain, anger and even resentment.

"I'm so sorry. I apologize to you again."

Wilbur Mundy bowed deeply again: "Are you satisfied?"

Britney Lyall felt a little nervous and grabbed Morgan Santee clothes in fear. Morgan Santee suddenly smiled.

"Okay, that's it."

Morgan Santee stood up and pulled Britney Lyall and said calmly: "It's not satisfactory, but it still lacks tutoring."

Wilbur Mundy bowed and stood up. His eyes were as cold as a knife and the corners of his mouth kept twitching.

It's so arrogant, it's completely counter-intuitive.

"Who is this?"

"Huh, no need to ask, Britney Lyall is raising a pretty boy. It's really ridiculous. It's really mean to spend other people's money to show off and raise a pretty boy."

"That pretty boy is even meaner. He pretends to be powerful and pretends to be just like a human being!"

Under Wilbur Mundy's preconceptions, they naturally believed what they saw, instead of believing the bullshit truth.

A woman who sells her looks to please men shamelessly keeps a pretty boy.

Do you still want to lose face?

Morgan Santee heard everything in his ears. He felt that Britney Lyall's hands gradually became cold, and his whole body was shaking with tears rolling in his eyes.

“Always remember, other people’s opinions cannot hurt, because you only live for yourself.”

Morgan Santee took a step forward and said calmly: "Caring too much will make you stronger. Let's go."

When she said these words, a warm current flowed through Britney Lyall heart. She subconsciously held Morgan Santee hand and nodded gently.

In the ward, the old lady wearing a respirator seemed to be in a coma. A doctor wearing gold-rimmed glasses was examining her. When he saw Britney Lyall showed a hint of contempt: "Are you going to take her away now?"

"Um!"

"She is very dangerous. He is a human being, not an object or a tool to seek your interests." The doctor was very upright and helpless for a while: "But what can I say or do?"

"Go and complete the formalities. I'll sign."

The doctor looked back at the old man and said calmly, "Go ahead."

Everyone in the entire hospital pointed at Britney Lyall, with disdain in their eyes, and whispered.

Wilbur Mundy and his son stood aside and sneered.

"This is just the beginning. Soon her reputation for broken shoes will spread throughout Cowrarc City. I can't wait to see what happens to her."

Larry Mundy gritted his teeth with viciousness: "I want her to stink all over Cowrarc City."

The two looked at each other and smiled coldly.

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