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As soon as she finished speaking, Raymond immediately cast a determined look towards Anthony.

When he went to Micah’s hospital, and if he could call Micah to take an X-ray in person, Anthony would have to reveal his secrets.

Anthony did not look at Raymond, but he could still catch a glimpse of his unfriendly gaze from the corner of his eye, causing his brows to furrow suddenly.

In front of several people and the doctor, he let out a soft sigh, not hiding the pain in his eyes.

“What’s wrong?” Mavis asked first.

He placed his palm on his knee and pinched the leg under the bandage. “Suddenly it hurts, I don’t know why.”

The doctor understood in seconds and immediately explained, “Mrs. Callahan, Mr. Callahan has just undergone a series of treatments and needs to rest properly. It is not recommended to undergo another X-ray examination at this time as it may affect the recovery of his leg bone from the previous car accident.”

Mavis almost got it if it wasn’t for the last sentence.

In front of the doctor, she didn’t expose the truth but instead said, “Okay, then he’ll go home and rest for a few days before going to another hospital for further examination.”

The doctor smiled and gently nodded his head, “That’s fine. Mr. Callahan doesn’t need to be hospitalized. You may go.”

As soon as the medical staff left, Raymond volunteered to help Anthony push his wheelchair.

“Let me do it. It was my mistake that caused you to fall down the stairs, so I should make up for it.”

Anthony disagreed, “You can’t push with one hand. Don’t hurt my left leg and then my right leg, then I’m really disabled.”

He turned his head to look at Mavis again, stretched out his hand, and grabbed Mavis’s slender wrist, “I’m only relieved when Mrs. Callahan pushes it herself.”

Mavis glanced at him and ignored his meaningful gaze, helping him push the wheelchair.

Two people were walking ahead, while Raymond was wildly punching the air behind them.

“He’s such a good actor. Why doesn’t he become a movie star? He even dares to boss around his wife who is about to divorce. He thinks he’s the boss. I don’t believe I can’t expose his tricks in public!”

Raymond spoke under his breath, with tightened brows.

Moore walked alongside him, his expression also serious. “It’s quite outrageous how he used his leg injury to trap Mavis and enjoy her care and service without a second thought,” he said.

Raymond looked sideways, “Just say what you think, and when my sister and he successfully divorce, I will be the first to recommend you to my sister as my brother-in-law.”

Moore’s eyes lit up, but then he looked at Mavis and Anthony walking not far ahead of him, and his gaze dimmed again.

Raymond clicked his tongue a few times and put his arm around his buddy’s shoulder. “My sister is very simple-minded, so you can rest assured that she has no feelings for him anymore. You’ve been by her side for years, and I’ll speak highly of you to her. She’ll soon realize who is the best match for her.”

He remained silent and his expression still showed some disappointment.

Mavis used to show so much hatred towards Anthony, but recently, he noticed that Mavis’ gaze towards Anthony had changed. Even the previous coldness was gone and replaced with extreme warmth.

Was it possible that Mavis acted deliberately to confuse Anthony and make him reveal his true intentions when he was pretending to be sick?

Moore can only console himself by saying that he was unsure of Mavis’s emotions.

Raymond patted his shoulder and said, “What are you thinking about? Have you come up with any ideas to deal with Anthony?”Please check at N/ôvel(D)rama.Org.

He was silent for a moment, and then said, “Before, when I first arrived in Crana, Anthony gave me a big gift. He kidnapped me to the hotel and beat me up. For an unscrupulous person like him, we probably have to try some extreme methods.”

Raymond seemed to understand but not quite, “Do you mean…?”

The two of them whispered to each other as if no one was around, discussing with great enthusiasm.

Walking up to the elevator door, Mavis turned around and asked, “What are you two talking about so enthusiastically?”

Raymond immediately smiled brightly and said, “Mavis, both Moore and I are hungry. We were just thinking about what delicious food you will make for us tonight to treat us.”

Mavis indulgently asked, “What do you want to eat?”

“Tomato sauce seafood spaghetti, butter pineapple bun, stir-fried Portunidae…”

Raymond was listing the dishes while smacking his lips, saying that he was hungry.

Several people entered the elevator together.

Mavis said, “There’s a seafood market downstairs, and it’s easy to find whatever you want to eat. However, it seems like there are no pineapple buns sold near the apartment. You’ll have to drive a few kilometers away to that large imported supermarket.”

Raymond leaned in and looked pleadingly, “Then it’s up to you, Mavis. Let’s go buy some later. I really want to eat it.”

“Okay.” She hardly hesitated, then looked at Moore again. “And you, Moore? What would you like to eat?”

“I haven’t had seafood spaghetti for a long time either, just like Raymond.”

“OK.”

She silently began to ponder which vegetables to buy, when a gaze that was hard to ignore fell upon her face.

As soon as she lowered her head, she saw Anthony on the wheelchair.

Those exquisite azure eyes gazed at her with a hint of melancholy, lips slightly parted, as if contemplating what to order.

She decisively jumped ahead and said, “You can eat whatever I do, and you have no right to be picky.”

Anthony was speechless.

The difference in treatment was too obvious.

Underground parking lot of the hospital.

Mavis drove, while Raymond and Moore were responsible for lifting Anthony’s wheelchair into the car. As for Anthony himself, he maintained a calm and proud demeanor, staring off into space.

In less than half an hour, the car stopped outside Green Grove Apartments.

Mavis didn’t get out of the car. “You two have worked hard enough already by carrying him. Just go back home. I’ll go to the nearby supermarket to buy groceries myself.”

“Sure thing,” Raymond said. “Just be careful on your own.”

Mavis smiled. “It’s only a few kilometers away. I’ll be perfectly safe.”

As the small car left down the narrow street, Raymond and Moore exchanged glances before slowly approaching Anthony.

Anthony had already noticed that they were up to something but remained unfazed since both men were too weak to pose any real threat against him even if there were ten more like them present at that moment.

Raymond stood with one of his hands on his hips and looked up at Anthony with his chin held high. “Don’t pretend anymore now that Mavis is gone,” he said accusingly. “Either you stand up yourself and carry your wheelchair upstairs or let us do it for you so we can throw you down again?”

As soon as he finished speaking, Anthony pulled out his phone slowly playing back an audio recording of what Raymond had just said moments ago.

A wicked smile crept across Anthony’s face as he spoke nonchalantly, “If you help me carry my chair upstairs, then I’ll delete this recording, but if not, then I’ll hand it over to NIB because intentionally hurting someone has consequences.”

Between a few words, Anthony managed to get under Raymond’s nerve again, leaving him fuming with anger. “Anthony, you are so cunning! How can there be such a shameless villain like you in this world?” he exclaimed.

Seeing that things might escalate further, Moore quickly intervened, “Alright Raymond, it’s no big deal,” He said calmly while trying to defuse tensions between them both. “Your right arm is injured so why don’t you take a taxi instead? Go find Mavis at the supermarket and help her carry her groceries instead while leaving this task here with me.”