Her Majesty

Chapter 11 You Are Good



Chapter 11 You Are Good

I was hitting Emily crazily, venting anger in mind. Looking at Emily under my body talking dirty words

and Emma soft as a pool of mud but seemed to be still in the aftertaste, I felt inexplicable good.

This was what a man should be!

"You're good." After recovering some strength, Emma got down from the bed slowly, put on a robe,

poured a glass of red wine, and looked at me illegibly.

I took a deep breath, did not speak, quietly watching Emma.

As just a quivering, anger and bad mood in my body almost disappeared, but that it came to my mind

that Emma and Emily had reason to accuse me of raping. Furthermore, Emma was my boss, may be

tomorrow she would fire me. I was silently looking at Emma who was drinking wine and waiting for my

trial.

Emma seemed to understand my mind. She put down the goblet in her hand, took out a pile of cash

from her bag behind her, and put them on the tea table in front of me. "Well done, this is a reward for

you.”

I looked at the thick pile of cash, which was much as I earned for a year, feeling complicated. I knew

what I was worried would not happen, but if I took the money, I was deemed to be a pimp.

"Take it, for your sister's sake." Emma added.

"Thank you," I squeezed out a sentence of my throat. My sister needed the money for her recovery.

With the money, she would be able to pay for her first surgery. Dignity, perhaps, was nothing compared

with life.

“Go out!”

After hearing Emma's words, I looked up and found Emma had taken off her clothes again.

I didn't pay attention to them. I stood up, took the money and ran away, which felt like an amnesty.

Emma seemed to be born a superior, with her own bullying. People would become depressed after

being with her for a long time, and what's more, such a thing happened.

I jogged all the way to the gate of their community and stopped a taxi. I just wanted to rush to the

hospital and pay for my sister's treatment with the money I had bought with my dignity.

As soon as I entered the room, I saw Abby in my sister's room, peeling an apple, talking with my sister

about something funny, which made my sister laugh. Fortunately, there were no other beds in the room,

or the voice of both of them would definitely be reported and affect others.

"Brother is coming!"

Sister smiled happily when she saw me. See her smile, I have a little trance. Since she had an accident

on her legs, she had not smiled so brightly. At that time I secretly made a decision that I must cure her

leg!

Abby’s back was against the door. After hearing my sister’s words, she turned her head to look at me.

When we looked at each other, we said nothing, and Abby's face blushed. She stopped peeling the

apple, and said to me shyly, "Justin!" And then she went out of the ward in a panic.

Her performance reminded me of what she said on the bench of the hospital before, “I think you are

handsome, Justin!" I was not a fool I knew what she meant, but I was entangled by Amanda Thurman,

so I put the matter in the back of the mind. And now I was entangling with Emily and Emma. Abby was

a good girl, I cannot be with her.

So I shook my head and walked quietly to my sister's bed.

"Brother, do you have something to do with Abby?" My sister leaned forward and stared at me

maliciously. "In fact, Abby is very kind to me. I really don't mind Abby being my sister-in-law at all."

My sister was right, Abby was a good girl, I can tell from that she was good my sister. She knew my

family’s condition, but she paid for us the medical expenses, she was definitely not a material girl. To

tell the truth, I was touched. Abby was beautiful, had good figure. With nurse uniform on, she looked

charming, which was a big temptation to me.

But I haven't even taken care of my own business yet. How can I take care of her?

I shook my head again and abandoned my mind.

"Is it because of Grace? Brother, you should move on. It had been long ago. I think Abby is quite

good..." My sister said with her head down. Thing happened that year had a great impact on her. If not

because of Grace, my sister should shine herself on the stage of ballet, rather than nest in this hospital

bed.

It was because of Housin Jiang that baster!

My brain flashed out the name, and I felt hatred, gnashing of teeth. It that year he made me break up

with Grace, and my sister break both legs. It was that baster behind the scenes.

I could not help but clench my fist. My sister looked terrible by seeing my expression. She quickly

grasped my fist in her hands, saying, "Brother, don't be so bad. There will be a retribution for a bad

man.”

Retribution?

Would Housin Jiang suffer retribution? His father was one of the best plutocrats in the city. In those

days they pressed down that big matter, and now still lived well.

If there was a God, Housin Jiang, the social scum, should have been struck by thunder!

I was angry, but I cannot let my sister know it. I secretly relieved, calmed down for a while, and took out

the money Emma handed to me from the pocket, looking at my sister, “I am ok, now we have money!

I've already collected enough money for your first recovery!"

"Brother, where did you get the money?" My sister looked at the money in surprise, and then she held

my hand tightly, “Brother, did you do illegal things?"

I smiled after hearing that. My sister was pure in heart, always afraid that I go to extremes. But I cannot

let her know the things between I and Emma, so I told her, “I told you before, I was promoted to

manager, this is the bonus given by the company! After that, we will live a better life!"

Sister smiled after hearing my words, and did not doubt my words and asked to pay the rehabilitation

fee. She was eager to stand up again! This text is © NôvelDrama/.Org.

I looked at my sister who was smiling ear to ear, I smiled to. Fortunately, life is not only trouble.

I touched my sister’s head before I walked out of the ward, but I did not expect to meet Abby!


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