One Child Two Treasures: The Billionaire Chief’s Good Wife

e; where’s my boy? Where is he?!”

He held her shoulders and assisted her to lie down.
“You’ve suffered terrible injuries.
Don’t talk too much and have a good rest.”

She slapped his hand away, looking hostile.

“Why are you avoiding my question? I’m asking you where Youyou is!”

Her words were uttered through clenching teeth; her eyes had already turned scorching red by then.

The man only frowned in silence.

“Why aren’t you talking?!” She paused.
Gulping a lump down her throat, her voice was hoarse and quivering when she spoke again.
“Did you really let him be exchanged with me as hostage?”

“Yes,” he replied quietly.

“Why?! Why did you do that?!” she hollered.
“Mu Yazhe, how could you be so heartless?! He’s just a seven-year-old child! How could you be so heartless to let him be taken hostage?! Do you know how dangerous that is?!”

She turned emotional and full of trepidation.
Veins could be seen bulging on her ashen face; her face was so frail and white that the pores were visible.

He looked at her solemnly and replied in his deep tone, “I know.”

“You know?! If you know, why did you do it in the first place?! Are you crazy?! Have you gone mad?!”

She attacked him madly, screaming at the top of her lungs.
When she saw him keeping quiet, she was infuriated further and grabbed a nearby pillow to hurl at him.
“How could you do that?! I hate you; I hate you!”

The wound on her upper abdomen split open with her aggressive action, soaking the bandage with traces of blood.

She suffered varying degrees of injuries.

The worst cut was at her abdomen where it needed five stitches.