Spoil Me More, Dear Huaband

Chapter 466 – Use me to help you escape your cage?



Bowen Carter rested his hands on his knees and leaned forward slightly, his eyes locked on the doctor.

The doctor shifted a few times a bit shyly, his voice small, “That’s just a little advice I’m giving Master Carter, you’ll have to decide for yourself exactly what to do.”

I should have known that I would not say this sentence … But the healer’s heart, he still did not want things to develop towards the worst side.

Aunt Zhang felt that the doctor’s advice would definitely not be taken, and that if Mr. would have let go, he would have done so long ago!

“What happens if you get postpartum depression?” Bowen Carter asked, frowning.

“It also depends on the degree of depression, if it’s major depression, the consequences will be very serious.” The doctor said, “It’s considered a mental illness, and it’s hard to cure it simply by taking medication.”

Master Carter’s relationship with Master Carter’s grandmother looks terrible, and I’m afraid that if Master Carter’s grandmother is really depressed, she’s not just mildly depressed.

–But this he dared not say.

“I know.” Bowen Carter lowered his eyes and curbed the look in them.

The doctor said yes in embarrassment, and wondered if Bowen Carter’s ‘I see’ meant he would listen to his advice, or if it fell on deaf ears.

Second floor.

Tess Baker lies in bed trying to get some sleep, but the fragmented images that disappeared earlier begin to haunt her again.

The red sports car suddenly rushed towards her, she tried to dodge but couldn’t, the car crashed into her body and she lay down on the ground, warm blood then flowed down her forehead.

The exquisitely made-up young girl got out of the car and looked at her in alarm; she tried to get a closer look at the young girl, but she couldn’t see much, only a vague sense of familiarity with this person.

Disjointed images played over and over again in his mind, not connecting to a line, but unable to be driven from his mind.

Tess Baker’s already somewhat swollen head became even more uncomfortable as she sat up and pressed hard on her brow.

She has no memory of these images at all, and the only explanation is that this is what happened when she was Wendy Summer.

But she just wants to be Tess Baker right now and wants nothing more to do with Wendy Summer, and she’s afraid that part of Wendy Summer’s memory will make her forgive Bowen Carter …

Duh–

Duh–

The sound of her cell phone vibrating interrupted Tess Baker’s tangled thoughts as she glanced at the caller ID and answered the call, mocking, “You forgot what I told you last time, didn’t you?”Contentt bel0ngs to N0ve/lDrâ/ma.O(r)g!

“Sister-in-law, I can’t find Linda, I can’t get in touch with her, if this keeps up, it’s really impossible for us to be together …” Cliff Ford’s voice was low, no longer the air of hangdog he had before.

Tess Baker sneered, “You can’t be together now!”

“Sister-in-law, I know I’m in the wrong, but do you really think Linda likes that foreigner?” Cliff Ford spoke sharply, as if he was trying to convince Tess Baker, and as if he was trying to convince himself, “She still loves me in her heart, and being with that geezer is just a way to get back at me!”

“Linda won’t be with you anymore, do whatever you want with that Lily Yang, don’t look for Linda anymore, and don’t contact me again.” Tess Baker had a bit of a headache and didn’t want to break up this boring stuff with him anymore and just hung up.

But just as he hung up, his cell phone rang again.

Tess Baker frowned as she picked up the phone, “I said don’t contact me again, can’t you understand human language?”

“Master Carter Grandma this is a case of mistaken identity, isn’t it?” A low chuckle came from the man on the other end of the phone.

At the sound of this voice, Tess Baker’s face abruptly went white and she hung up in a slight panic.

She didn’t have the number saved on her cell phone, but the voice she would never mistake for Frank Duke!

She hadn’t had much contact with Frank Duke, and didn’t really know what kind of person the other was, but her sixth sense told her to stay away from this Frank Duke!

Instead of an insistent phone call, Frank Duke sent a text message.

[With Grandma Master Carter’s character, she wouldn’t want to be a canary, using me to help you escape your cage? Oh, I’m Frank Duke, we’ve met a few times, you should remember.]

It was only a few words, yet Tess Baker could think of Frank Duke’s languid way of saying them. He seemed to always be smiling, but she never felt happy in his smile; it was more like a mask for him.

Tess Baker licked her lips and replied without the slightest hesitation.

[No, thanks.

She doesn’t know Frank Duke well and doesn’t remember him very well, and even if she wanted to get away from Bowen Carter again, she wouldn’t trust the man who somehow says he’s going to help her.

Besides, she didn’t think Frank Duke had it in him.

Grandma Master Carter doesn’t believe in me? You don’t believe I have the strength? Or don’t believe I’d be so kind as to help you?”] –Frank Duke

Tess Baker scanned past the text messages with one glance and just felt chills all over her body.

It seemed that at every turn, Frank Duke could guess what she was thinking!

She put her phone down, not intending to reply again, but a third text from Frank Duke came right after.

[Grandma Master Carter doesn’t have to doubt my good intentions. To be precise, I’m not trying to help you, I’m just trying to give Master Carter a hard time.

You should also know that I like Snowy, but it breaks my heart that she is still obsessed with Master Carter even if she is crazy. I helped you escape because I also wanted Master Carter to taste this feeling of not being accepted by the woman he loves.

As for strength, if Grandma Master Carter doesn’t believe me, how about I take the fake Wendy Summer away tomorrow at noon?]

Tess Baker’s pupils crinkled as she saw the last sentence, and she edited a text message and sent it.

What’s your relationship with the fake Wendy Summer? Why did you help her?

But this time Frank Duke didn’t reply.

Parlor.

The little guy sat on the couch, his hands on his cheeks, looking at the coffee table in front of him with a complicated expression.

A pile of flowery strips of paper sat on the coffee table, and Bowen Carter wrote a sentence on the back of each one before folding them into stars and placing them in a clear glass jar.

Out of curiosity, the little guy peeked in for a few words.

–I’m sorry for everything.

At least he watched Jagged Daddy fold forty-nine stars, all of which said he was sorry.

The little guy rolled his eyes and said breathlessly, “Can you say something else besides sorry?”

No romantic cells at all, no wonder you always fight with Mommy!

Bowen Carter stopped moving, frowned at him, and took out a new sheet of paper.

The little guy stretched his neck to watch him write, and this time instead of sorry, he changed it to … peace and health.

Little Guy, “…”

“Daddy, stacking stars is only for elementary and middle school kids, not to mention you stacking a thousand stars, even if you stack ten thousand stars, mommy won’t forgive you!” Daddy’s low IQ can still give birth to a person with high IQ like him, it’s definitely a stroke of luck!

Bowen Carter turned his head to look at him and asked, somewhat unnaturally, “So what do you think should be done?”


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