The implication of her words was clear. Jordan's style of doing things was unpredictable, Aaron was lucky to have survived. If we continued to act recklessly, we would be the ones suffering losses.
Aaron stopped being stubborn. He lowered his head and looked down at his bandaged right hand. He seemed to be lost in his thoughts.
"Emma is right. Now, the most important thing is to recover from your injury first. We can talk about other things later." I echoed Emma's words, then quickly changed the topic, and nagged, "A patient should have the consciousness of a patient. Eat and drink well. Have a good rest. Don't be worried all day!"
I looked calm on the surface, but in fact, I was in a panic. I was afraid that if I spoke slowly, the foolish Aaron would worry about me. Regardless of Emma's suggestion, he would insist on fighting with Jordan head-on.
Fortunately, he was too focused to notice my intention. He suddenly laughed like a fool. "If I only eat and sleep, then wouldn't that make me a pig?"
"That will save us a lot of trouble," Emma said. "That way, you won't be fooled by your face all the time and think that your brain is as useful as your appearance."
Aaron exclaimed in exasperation. "Can't you say something nice to the patient?"
Emma replied blandly, "No."
I didn't hold back my laughter and secretly let out a sigh of relief.
We were too passive. No one knew how insidious Jordan was acting behind the scenes. The only thing we could do now was to cope with all the changes by doing nothing. Although Aaron had not promised me directly, it seemed that he would not take action without authorization.
After coming out of the hospital, I called Evan again, but the line was always busy.
Thinking of what had happened to Cyrus, I asked the driver to drive directly to the Roberts Group. Coincidentally, I saw Evan greeting customers as soon as I entered the lobby.
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