The President’s Stubborn Love

Kirsty’s words were followed by a deep smile, “It shouldn’t be anything like that, should it? Why would the institution keep her in the nursing home if she wasn’t mentally ill.”

When she finished, she turned on her side and closed her eyes to rest.

But those words were like stones dropped into a lake, sending ripples through Sherry’s mind.

The aircraft was landed directly on the Henry Family’s dedicated tarmac.

There was no one from the Henry Family to meet her, just a driver, so Sherry didn’t have to explain her identity to anyone and was taken straight into the Henry Family estate.

Wooded and straight into the clouds, the land is owned by the Henry Family as far as the eye can see from the gate at the bottom of the hill up the winding road.

It was only two doors further in that the manor house, perched on top of the hill, gradually became visible.

It is luxurious, and everywhere carries a sense of majesty that is beyond the reach and reach of ordinary people.

The children born into such families are called princes and princesses.

Sherry looked out at the view and then at Monica, and couldn’t help but feel a little heartbroken to hear that old Mr. Henry Family was very fond of Monica, even more than he liked Aaron.

If it wasn’t for that incident back then, she would have been the apple of the Henry Family’s eye.

But now …

Sherry pursed the corners of her lips tightly.

In her ear was Kirsty’s command, “Stay with her for a while while I deal with the Henry Family.”

Sherry nodded, “Thank you, Kirsty.”

She had heard the nurses in the nursing home call her that.

Kirsty’s eyes changed instantly at the name and she said sternly, “Don’t call me that, I hate it.”

Sherry didn’t have time to say more, she had already pushed open the car door and stepped out.

Sherry watched as Monica put on her own hat, an aristocratic bowler hat in black lace that just barely concealed the look in her brow, leaving only the lower half of her face exposed and elegant.

For an inexplicable moment, Sherry felt like she didn’t quite know her.

“Hmm?”

Monica looked at her suspiciously and suddenly grinned with the corners of her lips, “Come on.”

Sherry would have agreed with Kirsty if she hadn’t known that something was indeed wrong with her mentally.

Monica got out of the car and was helped up the steps by Sherry, only a few steps before she let out a low giggle and then jumped up the next flight of steps.

“Fun!”

She was happy as a child.

Jumping up and down the steps in her dress, she has half the elegant demeanor of a wealthy girl.

Sherry was worried about her falling and was only concerned for her safety.

Not paying attention to the man walking in the distance.

His eyes were evil and dripping with sneers, “I didn’t expect it to be you who accompanied Monica, heh, a bit of fun.”

Reto stepped over, his eyes lingering only briefly on Monica before looking at Sherry, “My room is at the end of the third floor, feel free to call on me if you’re lonely at night, I’d like to try and see how much you keep people.”

Shameless!

Sherry frowned fiercely, keeping her distance from him, her eyes full of caution and defensiveness.

Reto raises his eyebrows.

He reached out to tug at Sherry, but before his fingertips could touch her, he was stopped in his tracks directly by Monica’s hat next to him.

Miso.

The sharpest decorative diamond on the hat cut through the side of his face, leaving a pale red mark.

“Oops, young master!” Uncle Bob, the old Henry Family butler, came down the steps quickly and kept a close watch over Reto, “The birthday feast is coming up, you can’t get hurt at this time, or no one will be able to account for it.”

“You …”

Reto raised his hand to hit Monica.

Sherry rushed over in time to hug Monica, the slap thrown hard across her face, a hot stinging sensation that instantly swelled her face.

Monica is well protected and unharmed by her.

“Low-life things, one and two, all the same.” Reto scolded, heading upstairs.

Uncle Bob sighed and looked over at Monica and Sherry next to him.

“Little Miss, are you all right?” Uncle Bob asked Monica.Material © NôvelDrama.Org.

But Monica didn’t seem to hear him, her eyes only looking at the ground, mumbling something in a blur.

“It’s been a few years, why is Little Miss still like this? She’s not getting any better.” Uncle Bob sighed regretfully and looked at Sherry again, “Please take Little Miss to her room first, I will send someone to bring you medicine to reduce the swelling later.”

After all, it is the Henry Family’s territory.

A man of Sherry’s stature has to recover from a beating as quickly as possible.

No one must find out that Reto did the hitting.

Otherwise, she would have lost half her life trying to leave the Henry Family.

“Okay, we’ll go to the room now.” Kirsty hurried over and pulled them away.

Strangely enough, as if she knew the Henry Family well, she found Monica’s room without any need for a maid to lead the way and, on entering the room, simply locked the door for ventilation and checked all the belongings.

“Why do you seem to …”

As soon as Sherry opened her mouth, Kirsty stared hard at her and made a gesture of silence.

She then saw her take out a small metal box and went around the room several times, checking out all the corners inside and out.

The three monitors were unplugged and that’s when the thing was put up, the curtains were closed again and the lights turned on.

“Sherry, you’re not here on holiday, Mr. Swift should have told you what the Henry Family is all about, right?” Kirsty continued to pack up with an expressionless face and said coldly, “Anything but the two of us, including a dog lying outside, could have killed Monica.”

“To get out of here unscathed, you’d better pray that Monica is safe and sound and that not a single extra hair falls on the Henry Family’s pillow.”

Sherry drew a backward breath.

She had been prepared before she arrived, she just didn’t expect Kirsty to be so good and so ruthless.

“And you don’t have to wonder, I’m not one of the people the Henry Family paid off, Mr. Swift told me all these things before we left, otherwise, you don’t think the sanatorium would send an extra man if you said the word, do you? Both in that place, and in the Henry Family, I am only a pawn at the mercy of men like you.”

“The pawn that obeys, lives.”

Kirsty said all that and gave her a cold sweep, “I still say your job is to keep an eye on Monica, my life, and yours, is in your hands, if you want to die, I won’t stop you, but you don’t drag me along.”

She had been prepared for this.

Went to the bathroom to clean up again.

Sherry sighed slowly and waited a short while before a maid brought in the swelling pills, “Dinner starts at 5:30, please have Monica downstairs on time, the Master is not coming back today, but the Mistress is in.”

Mrs.?

Also known as Aaron’s father’s current wife, how would the proper family react to seeing their illegitimate daughter back?

Sherry closed the door and looked back at Monica, who was dazed and dazed on the bed, and clutched the doorknob.

Aaron is asking her to redeem herself.

So, even if it meant risking her life, she would get Monica out of here in one piece.