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Chapter 3 Mr Soto, You Got the Wrong Person

  • Though it was a little tight, Joan put on the tail ring in front of William right away and said, "William, I will keep it safely in the future, and I won't lose it again!"
  • Obviously, William's concentration couldn't be focused on Joan right now.
  • His voice returned to its original tone: "Now that the dowry has been delivered, I will leave."
  • Following the exchange of words, William left without further words. Joan followed him, staring at his back, until he left. Then she turned and glanced at the maids who had followed.
  • When they saw this, they quickly knelt on the ground and said, "Ms. Joan, it's our fault!" We failed to stop Peggy, and she ran out of the backyard!"
  • "Useless b*tch! Don't let me see you again, and get out of Cruz's family!”
  • Morgan observed Joan's temper becoming more and more explosive while Abel remained in front of her. She was well-groomed and had an exquisite stance.
  • Just in time, she said, "Joan, well, don't worry; you are the only one who can marry into Soto's family. Peggy is merely a daughter adopted. Her identity is not enough to make you feel threatened. We have the proof, so even if William wants to double-check, he can only conclude that the woman that night was you.”
  • The atmosphere in the car was really strange at the same time.
  • Through the rearview mirror, the assistant questioned William, who was seated in the back seat, quietly, "Mr. Soto, are we going back to the company now or...”
  • "Look into everything you can about the adopted daughter of Cruz's family right away and provide it to me."
  • "Yes, Mr. Soto," the assistant said with a hint of surprise, despite not taking too long to answer.
  • "Hold on."
  • William gazed at the car in front of him and said, "Keep up."
  • Without the courage to inquire more, the assistant trailed the car all the way to the Pontenero Hospital.
  • Peggy dared not wait another second. She hurried into the hospital as soon as she got out of the car. Her knee pain became increasingly noticeable. It wasn't until she arrived at the ward, perspiring, that she noticed through the window that her mother inside had put on an oxygen mask.
  • "Doctor, what happened to my mother? How could it suddenly deteriorate?" She quickly implored.
  • “The patient's organs have long been gradually deteriorating. I informed you three months ago that your mother required immediate surgery. Have you prepared for the operation's cost?”
  • Peggy's pale face was paler due to the pain. "I am still raising the money needed for the operation, and I will pay it as soon as possible. Doctor, please give my mother the operation first, okay?"
  • "Ms. Cruz, we've given you a lot of grace! Today, if you can't take out 100,000 first, we can't perform this emergency operation for you!"
  • After speaking, the doctor prepared to leave for the next ward.
  • But Peggy gripped her arm tightly and said hurriedly, "Doctor, I beg you, I have been saving money; shall I pay 60 thousand dollars first? I’ll pay the remaining 40 thousand dollars next time. Just give me some more time!"
  • "Ms. Cruz, I'm sorry, but I'm unable to assist you any longer due to hospital policies."
  • Just then, a loud warning was generated by the ward's devices, sounding like a cold blade piercing Peggy's heart.
  • The doctor withdrew Peggy's hand slightly. It was hard for Peggy to tell if it was tears or sweat.
  • Drop by drop, tears trickled down her cheeks.
  • "Appoint the hospital's dean to perform this operation!"
  • The man's familiar voice rang in Peggy's ears. She gently spun around and met William's eyes with her own.
  • The doctor hurried over right away and asked, "Mr. Soto, is this an operation on a 5-bed patient in Ward 23?"
  • With a chilly glare, William said, "Set up an operation for her mother."
  • "Yes, yes! I'm going to inform the dean, Mr. Soto!”
  • For a moment, there were only two of them left in the corridor, and Peggy exhaled a sigh of relief. She could no longer avoid William's stare.
  • Why would he help her?
  • Furthermore, why did she feel warm inside?
  • William approached her just as she was going to say "thank you," reaching out his hand to lift her chin and asking, "Peggy?"
  • He peered at her from top to bottom, eventually focusing on her clear eyes.
  • “Answer me a question truthfully, and I'll ask the dean to handle this."
  • Peggy narrowed her brows as she remembered Joan's threat not to reveal who it was that night.
  • However, with her mother's condition, she couldn't put it off any longer.
  • "All right."
  • "Over the past three days, where have you been?"
  • "I have been working these three days," said Peggy.
  • The man gave her a sharp pinch on the chin. William scowled and became increasingly impatient as she pushed herself to stare into his eyes. "I will give you one last chance. Are you the one with me for the past three days?" he said.
  • Peggy trembled a little because she could see the intensity and concern in his eyes.
  • His hands were more and more clenched. "Speak!"
  • "Mr. Soto, you got the wrong person; it's not me."
  • Peggy took a couple backward steps and distanced herself from him as the words came out.
  • She bowed her head, bit her lip, and muttered gently, "I will raise one hundred thousand dollars as soon as possible to repay Mr. Soto's help today."
  • "Peggy." Peggy turned to go, but the man behind her stopped her once more.
  • “I don't like it when people tell me lies. You should be aware of the consequences if I discover that the individual in those three days is indeed you.”
  • Peggy took a deep breath, daring not to glance back, and hurried out of sight.
  • Peggy leaned against the wall at the operating room door, gripping her knees with both hands, and then she closed her eyes. The man's handsome face flashed in her eyes.
  • He assumed Joan was the woman who had been with him for the past three days, and he was about to marry her.
  • Even so, Peggy was grateful for his assistance during her most vulnerable moment.