Book TRK
Chapter 472
Chapter 472
Meanwhile, Charles is lying leisurely in the hospital, enjoying the attentive service of the beautiful nurses.
Looking at the nurse who was vigorously rubbing his body, Charles raised the only eyebrow that could move on his whole body, his voice was full of eroticism, "It's only earning a few bucks to be a nurse here, as long as you're good, when I get out of the hospital, I'll let you marry into the Ye family."
When the time comes to live in the Grant familythe Grant Residence, there are dozens of maids to serve, what you want to eat have anything, go out are famous cars to pick up, wear the more needless to say.
With Charles' portrayal, the nurse was moved.
She tossed a charming glance towards Charles, "Really Mrs. Randle, don't lie to me then."
"Of course not," Charles assured, "ouch, I'm still a little itchy on this mouth, can you help me with that?"
How could the nurse not understand such an obvious hint.
Pouted a nasty, then pouted red lips came up.
But Charles waited not for a kiss, but for a scolding and a slap.
The blow shifted the cast on Charles' face.
No, what's the situation?
Charles was so painful that he broke into a straightforward cuss, "Who is it, who dares to do it to me?"
"Charles you murderer, how could you do this to me, you're dying and you're leaving all your money to someone else, leaving us mother and son upside down." The woman who rushed in questioned
hysterically.
Charles fixed his eyes and was confused.
He stammered like he had seen a ghost, "How did you ...... come here, didn't I tell you to stay well at the villa on the outskirts of town?"
"If I don't come again, I'm really going to get no money at all!" The woman growled.
With that, the woman raised her hand and pointed to the nurse next to her, "Who's this, and what, are you going to have another good time before you die?"
Seeing that the situation is not right, the nurse rushed away, even the trolley did not dare to ask.
Without other people, the woman is more reckless, rushed up and grabbed Charles's collar, "I do not care what you think, anyway, if you die, the inheritance should at least give me half."
What is all this with what ah.
Charles simply had to laugh, "You're fucking sick, right? I'm alive and well, what's dead or not."
"You still want to pretend with me?" The woman did not believe it, "I came here because I saw the news, and you are really wrapped up tightly lying in the hospital, not dying is what?"
After a pause, he added, "Why would you make a will if you weren't going to die?"
"What news, what will?" Charles' heart stuttered, sensing something was wrong, "Show me quickly."
The woman was also good-natured, so she found the news and gave Charles a look.
With just one glance, Charles' whole body spun around.
God, what the hell is going on here?
When did he make a will and say it was going to a woman he didn't even know. Content protected by Nôv/el(D)rama.Org.
This is the end. When other women see this will, they will all come after him for sure.
Thinking of this, Charles said anxiously, "Quick, push me out, I can't stay here."
Almost as soon as the words were spoken, there was already a cacophony of footsteps outside.
Seven or eight women rushed in with faces full of anger, all looking for Charles to settle their inheritance.
Charles' eyes went black and he almost fainted.
However, the next instant, the blinding flash woke him up whole.
A group of gossipy reporters grinned as they padded up to the hospital bed, holding up microphones and recorders aimed at him.
"Mrs. Randle, may I ask you, as the cousin of Sebastian, the Grant family's only son, how do you feel about dawdling in the Grant family all these years and now this scandal of numerous illegitimate children?"