Billionaire ’s Unforgettable First Love novel Chapter 45

Chapter 45 Nonsense

She turned her head to look at Edison for a moment. Then, her gaze fell on his hands. His fingers and palm were already swollen and purple from the lack of blood flow.

"It's a bit serious."

She muttered in a small voice.

Edison frowned and said, "What?"

"I said that your hand injury is a bit serious."

Edison didn't bother to pay attention to her, turned on his side, closed his eyes, and went back to sleep.

"I'll go to my room and clean up. I'll get breakfast ready. After breakfast, we'll go to the hospital. Your hand needs..."

Edison interrupted her and said, "Cut the crap."

"Fine. I won't say anymore. I'm going to make some breakfast. What do you want to eat?"

Gwenyth didn't hear Edison speak after a long time. Then, she rubbed the back of her head awkwardly, turned around, and walked out.

She went to her room, showered, changed into comfortable clothes, and went to the kitchen to make breakfast.

Remembering that Edison saved her last night and taught Nancy a lesson for her, she specially made a big breakfast.

By the time breakfast was ready, it was almost 8 a.m.

She went upstairs, knocked on the door, and shouted, "Dinner's ready."

After hearing a muffled reply, she turned around, went downstairs, and walked to the dining room to wait for him.

Soon, Edison came downstairs.

He sat down next to her in his robe and took a sip from the freshly squeezed orange juice on the table.

"The cast on your hand may need to be removed and reset. And then..."

"Quiet." Deadpan, Edison interrupted her.

She shut up, lowered her head, and ate her breakfast.

As they were eating breakfast, the doorbell rang. Before Edison could get up, Gwenyth got up, ran to the foyer, and opened the door.

It was Ismael. Standing next to him, the flat-headed bodyguard in black looked tall and strong.

Ismael walked into the house with a cane. When he saw Gwenyth, his face darkened.

"Edison."

Ismael stood still in the living room and pounded the cane in his hand on the floor. There was a clash that could be heard as the metal cane collided with the marble floor.

At the sound of Ismael's voice, Edison put down his fork and got up to walk out of the dining room.

He wasn't surprised that Ismael had come to his house so early, for he was sure that Ismael was here for Nancy.

"Good morning, Grandpa."

Edison stood in the doorway of the dining room, his back leaning against the door frame, looking lazy.

In Ismael's eyes, Edison looked as much of an asshole as he did.

"How could you beat Nancy so badly? How do you expect me to explain that to her father? She's in the hospital now. She's a public figure. The press and media are jammed up at the door of her ward and trying to dig up news. If she gives an interview and says you whipped her, won't you care if you make a fool of yourself?"

Edison looked calm and waited for Ismael to continue.

"You are the future heir to the Yates family. Whatever you do out there, you have to be discreet. Behave yourself. "

Ismael angrily hit the cane in his hand on the ground.

"Go buy her some flowers. Nancy likes roses. You have to go to the hospital and visit her. Keep her company."

"No."

Edison blurted out.

"Stupid! Don't you care about your reputation if she's interviewed? As the CEO of the Yates Group, you get pleasure by abusing women, and you beat them so badly that they need to be hospitalized. If this were to make the news, it would create a huge public outcry for the company and the Yates family. Have you thought about that?"

Edison smiled thoughtfully and said, "Did Nancy tell you that she got whipped because I have such a perverted fetish?"

Ismael pulled a long face as he coughed to cover his embarrassment.

"Edison, I don't care what your fetish is, but you can't disgrace the Yates family out there."

"Nancy's not telling the truth."