Forced Into Marriage: My Husband’s Too Mean novel Chapter 293

How could Liam love this kind of sickly woman? Did he really think that Sophie could live a good life forever with a new heart?

Allie recalled asking the doctor about Sophie's condition. He said that there was no guarantee that Sophie would get well even if she had a new heart.

Since Sophie was destined to die young, why struggle?

Now, Sophie even got in between their relationship.

Liam still did not realize how much his actions would change Allie's mindset.

At the end of the day, Liam was still concerned for his sister. It was because he was worried that he was troubled by these sordid things Allie did. Who would be able to protect her for the rest of her life? Unless she was smart enough, no one would be able to clean up after her forever.

When Liam saw Allie disappear out of sight, he exhaled heavily. The little bit of relaxation he had earlier instantly disappeared.

"Go up later and check on the Young Lady’s injury. Order another set of jewelry for her. The same ones from before."

"Yes, sir."

Liam went upstairs to check on Sophie again. She was wrapped up in the quilt and was sleeping soundly, unaware of what happened outside.

He did not wait for her to wake up before he left. He was afraid that when Sophie woke up, he would not want to leave.

The people working in this villa were handpicked by Liam, so needless to say, they were loyal to him. His people were also guarding outside, so this place was well-fortified.

The low-profile black MPV drove out from the intersection. Zion, who had been waiting the whole afternoon, quickly followed it.

Finally, the car stopped at the lobby of the Wilford office building. Then, the car that Liam sat in this morning also happened to drive in at this time. The two cars went in one after another. Liam's car only drove out when it was dark and went back to the mansion.

Since there were people following Liam, Zion immediately went back and reported his findings to Zayn.

Lindsey had nothing to do all day. As long as she did not try to escape, no one would care what she did in her room.

The old maid who took care of her would prepare her meals and call her out to eat when the time came.

Lindsey went around everywhere she could set foot on. She then went upstairs to study the surrounding terrain. When the old lady was not looking, she secretly stuffed a bottle of wine from the innermost shelf of the kitchen inside her baggy shirt.

She was so nervous that her heart almost leaped out. Lindsey had just kept the bottle of wine away when a regular knock came from behind her.

"Miss, I have something to ask you."

Lindsey was startled and accidentally slammed the cabinet door.

"I...I'm not dressed yet...wait a moment." Lindsey wiped the cold sweat on her forehead and double-checked that the wine was well-hidden before she left.

She adjusted her breathing. There was no response from outside. Lindsey walked to the door and slowly opened it, but she was startled by the person standing in the doorway and took a step back.

The old maid was standing in the doorway. She stood straight and held a rag in her hand, looking like she was doing housework before she suddenly realized that something was wrong and rushed up.

"You...why are you still here?" Lindsey asked dryly. Her tongue was tied.

The old lady's cloudy eyes looked straight at Lindsey. "Miss, there’s a bottle of wine missing from the kitchen. May I ask if you took it?"

Apart from the old lady telling her to get up and eat, there was little communication between the two.

This old maid did not like to talk very much either. Besides her gaze that made Lindsey a little uncomfortable, Lindsey could now manage to pretend that she did not exist.

"Sir, I’m just passing by and would like to buy some food from you." When the man saw the door open, he immediately put a smile on his face and explained the purpose of his visit.

The old man sized him up. There was indeed no shop or any place to freshen up around here.

After glancing at the man's weathered face, the old man nodded and said, "Wait a moment."

The old man shut the door behind him and gave the man a few pieces of bread and a large bottle of water a few moments later. "This is all I have. I'm sorry."

"No, no, no. This is enough. Are you the only one here? How much do I need to pay you?" The man looked grateful.

"Just me and my wife." The old man smiled kindly. "It’s free for you. Be safe on the road."

The man offered money again, but the old man was adamant that he would not accept his money. Finally, the man gave up and left while looking back.

After making sure that the man was completely out of sight, the people hidden around the small manor gestured to each other.

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After a trip to the Wilford mansion in the morning, Zayn did not leave his room again for the entire day.

The places he marked were ruled out one by one, but Zayn still did not look too impatient. He called Quentin several times and little by little, his ideas slowly materialized.

Across the Atlantic Ocean, Quentin quickly set up a team to analyze and evaluate the likelihood of the success of their plan.

When Zion returned, Zayn was rubbing his neck and looking at the relationship chart he pulled up on his computer.

In order to avoid a repeat of what happened last night, everything Zayn had was delivered by his own men. Zion brought in Zayn's dinner when he came in.