Ex-husband, Please Respect Yourself

Chapter 169: How Generous Do You Expect Me to Be

After ordered the dishes and delivered the menu to the waiter, The man poured a cup of hot water on her and said casually. "I made an appointment with a child autistic expert friend during my two-days' traveling. You can tell Matt take his child to have a look."

In a daze, Cathy was surprised that he was paying attention to the affair of Mila. "Thank you, I will talk to him."

The man looked down at the pattern on the table, He pressed lips with his emotion unchanged. "I will send you the details of my friend when I turn back. Otherwise, Matt probably won't believe it. After all, he has seen a lot of experts this year, while they didn't help, so he is counting on you now."

The man spoke slow, his voice very low, giving Cathy a gentle illusion.

Cathy was very grateful when hearing the front words, but when his last sentence came out, she realized something abnormal.

It seemed that he was not looking for an expert for Mila, but for that he minded Mila being with her.

She twisted her eyebrow and explained: "The method that let Mila stay with me for a while was brought up by me. Matt did not agree at first. But I insisted. Can you be a little more narrow-minded with a kid?"

"In front of Mr. Spenser, how generous do you expect me to be?" The man did not deny it at all. He behaved very calm and honest and looked at her.

Cathy's heart beat suddenly. She hurriedly avoided his eyes and said incoherently: "Matt would not be like you."

"That's because he doesn't care so much about you. And it's better to try a professional doctor instead of wasting time with you."

Cathy blinked and stared at him for a while.

She did not care if Matt cares about her, but what he said also made sense. The method she had thought before was actually just trying, and it was indeed a waste of time. If there was a chance, of course, it's better ask the doctor for treatment.

"Send me the contact information of your friend."

Tyrone raised a smile on his lips. "If Mr. Spenser have the intention, tell him contact me directly. Maybe the chance of making an appointment will be even bigger."

Cathy felt wordless.

Such a narrow-minded man, must he force them to accept his help?

In case it didn't work, she must laugh at him.

The dishes were on the table. Cathy glanced down: phoenix shrimp, scrambled eggs, pork ribs soup...

They seemed to be all maternity meals?

She twisted her brows and looked at him suspiciously: "It's my treat. You don't need to save money for me."RêAd lat𝙚St chapters at Novel(D)ra/ma.Org Only

Tyrone pulled the thin lips and gave her a bowl of soup,then faintly said: "Your mother said that you don't have a good appetite recently."

Cathy looked at him coldly and bit her lips taunted. "My mom? Why did you visit my Mom? Tyrone, you are insatiable."

The man chuckled. "I didn't even get an inch.How can I get a mile? I Just asked aunt by the way when I went to your house in the morning, She said that you are too busy, and you will not come back at noon. So she can't adjust your diet."

Speak of that, Cathy's her face change slightly as if there was something embarrassing about her being spoke out.

Tyrone's action was slightly stunned, and he looked at her concerned. "What's wrong?"

Cathy came to herself in an instant. She bowed her head and ate: "Nothing."

For a long while, she asked: "Have you checked out what happened last night?"

With hands taking food for Cathy leisurely, he answered: "Well, it's Michael Black. He didn't deny it at all when I asked, and directly admitted it."

Cathy stunned, Her face changed. "He directly admitted it? He didn't have a bit of rebuttal? You obviously just suspected him and you had evidence. How did he admit it so quickly? His half-life reputation was destroyed and he will to go to jail. Isn't he afraid?"

The man separated the fishbone, lowered his head, and said carelessly: "Well, I am also confused, so I ask someone to continue to check something strange going on here."

"So what have you done to him?"

This murderer seemed to be Michael of course, but Cathy felt that things was not such simple.

"Send him to prison." The man spit out four words.

Cathy's eyebrows trembled and looked at him with wide eyes. "Do you really send him to prison? If the media reported it, won't LT Company be not affected?"

After all, Michael was the director of big company. She didn't matter to be exposed as a victim. But if the company was affected, it meat the loss of money, and it would not be a small amount.