Chapter 25 Put up with It
Chapter 25 Put up with It
In the White's villa.
Dressed in gorgeous clothes, a noble woman looked at Zephyr White with a distressed face and wiped
his face with the potion. "Son, who is so bold to beat you up like this?"
Zephyr White did not dare make a sound because his father looked gloomy and sat on the sofa without
saying a word. He knew that this was the sign of his father's anger. If he spoke, he would be the first to
be scolded.
The middle-aged man sitting on the other side of the sofa had sharp edges and corners. He had a
resolute face and a pair of sword-shaped eyebrows. He was Keenan White, Zephyr White's father. The
White family's development from a third-class family to a first-class family was completely thanks to his
leadership.
In his opinion, the White family, which was ranked among the five major families in Bayland and could
even compete with the Long family, was enough to prove how excellent he was.
"Zephyr, did you tease Lucy Long at the party today?" Instead of paying attention to the injury on
Zephyr White's face, Keenan White asked in a low voice with a serious look.
Zephyr White was stunned by the question, and his eyes dodged a little. He said with guilt, "Dad, I
didn't. I just wanted to read her palm."
"Pa!"
As soon as he finished speaking, Keenan White slapped Zephyr White without saying a word and
roared, "You still want to hide your thoughts from your father. I usually don't want to talk to you, but
today you are so bold that you dare tease Lucy Long. Who gave you the confidence?"
Seeing this, the noble woman immediately protected Zephyr White in front of her.
"Keenan, you are so confused. Now your son has been beaten, and the White family has lost face.
Why are you beating your son instead?"
"Beat him? That's better than losing his life!"
Zephyr White, who had been beaten, was still a little angry, but when he heard his father's words, he
was confused and asked, "Dad, what do you mean? Why are you so serious?"
How could Yank Wood let his father worry so much?
Keenan White roared angrily, "Idiot, haven't you heard of the extermination of the Browns a few days
ago?"
Hearing this, the noble woman couldn't understand and asked, "What do you mean, Keenan? Didn't
the police say that they didn't find the murderer? Do you already know the inside story?"
" Do you know that a few days ago, Luke Brown proposed to Lucy Long in person at the gate of the GD
Company and was beaten up by Yank Wood? Then Carson Brown came to find trouble and finally
returned resentfully. In the end, the Browns were destroyed. Do you think all this is a coincidence?"
Zephyr White suddenly widened his eyes and hurriedly said, "Dad, do you mean that the Browns
was..."
"Shut up.
You just need to know it yourself. Our White family doesn't have the right to go against the Long family
now. We still need to endure a little longer. Wait for me to discuss it with the other family leaders. At
that time, you will have time to take revenge."
Keenan White glared at him, then turned around and walked to the study. He planned to discuss with
the other patriarchs what to do. If he wanted to know the truth of that incident, he had to confirm
whether Lucy Long's father was alive or dead...
On the other side, Yank Wood didn't go to the company to participate in the contract signing with Mike
Group today. There shouldn't be any accidents in the conference room of the GD Company. Moreover,
after yesterday's incident, the two of them did not talk to each other again.
"What do you think this is? Master, you should be fair. Your daughter has gone too far!" Yank Wood
sighed. He really didn't know how to solve the relationship with Lucy Long.
Although he complained, Yank Wood couldn't do anything about it. His master had entrusted Lucy
Long, his daughter, to him before he died. If he left, she would be swallowed by Austin Long and the
other wolves.
Amid his thoughts, he had already arrived at Fred Wood's villa.
Today was the second time that he did acupuncture for Fred Wood. If he did it again, Fred Wood's
illness would be completely cured. If there was no big accident, it was easy for him to live for seven or
eight years.
"Sir, you're here!" Seeing that it was Yank Wood, Eric came over and greeted him respectfully.
Yank Wood looked around and found nothing unusual. He said calmly, "Did anything happen these
days?"
"Sir, nothing happened." Eric immediately replied.
Yank Wood nodded, then pushed the door open and walked in. Seeing Fred Wood and Yara Wood are
watching TV together, he smiled and said, "Grandpa, I'm here to give you an injection."
"Mr. Wood, you're here!" Yara Wood suddenly blushed and shouted excitedly.
After shouting, she felt a little out of control and acted as if she cared about Yank Wood very much. Her
little face turned red and she said that she would go to the kitchen to wash some fruit, and then quickly
went to the kitchen.
Seeing that his granddaughter was shy, Fred Wood smiled knowingly. He looked at Yank Wood and
praised, "Yank Wood, you are really amazing. Thanks to the acupuncture, I feel much better. I don't
even cough. Your medical skills are comparable to that of a professor in a big hospital."
These words came from the bottom of Fred Wood's heart. It should be known that he had spent more
than 100,000 in the hospital before, but his condition had not improved at all, and there was no
improvement at all. Unexpectedly, Fred Wood's whole body was refreshed and felt quite obvious after
Yank Wood's acupuncture.
It was no different from the last time. After Yank Wood successfully finished acupuncture, he told Fred
Wood, "Grandpa, your body is basically becoming more and more healthy. When I come over and do
acupuncture next time, some organs in your body will be stimulated and you will be alive again."
The acupuncture had removed more than half of Fred Woods' health problems in his body. To be safe,
Yank Wood made up his mind to stab him again, so that Fred Wood could regain some vitality in his
body.
"It's really like a dream!" Hearing this, Fred Wood could not help but sigh with emotion.This belongs to NôvelDrama.Org: ©.